Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Monday, July 30, 2012

Am I a real bloke?


Am I a real bloke? A man's man? I ask because I've just opened a Pinterest account.

Truth be told, I'm old and lazy and Pinterest is ideal for memory deficient, couch potatoes. If I come across anything that grabs my fancy be it Jennifer Hawkins or some home remedy, I just "Pin It" and it's noted for posterity. 


Problem is, there's no privacy settings so if I do pin any dirty pics, it's there for all to see. Kinda tricky when 80% of Pinterest users are women. 

Lashings of abuse... oh yea!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Fame and the God Particle


Picture this, three sub-atomic particles walking down the street, Nicole, George and Werther. No mass, no fame.

Suddenly a pack of paparazzi appear, and surround Nicole and George, slowing them down, bunching them together.

The paparazzi form a (Higgs) field round George and Nicole. Roughs them up a little. Nicole and George, they find themselves suddenly famous (and mass-ful). The pair are no longer sub-atomic, but become atomic! They have mass!

One of the paparazzi flashes his camera, his tool of trade. This camera is the God (Higgs) Particle, the small tool that can elevate mere-sub-atomics to the god-like-atomic level in a field of paparazzi.

Makes sense?

Meanwhile, Werther continues down the road, blissfully unaware... an unknown and mass-less.