Giant plankton-eating fishes roamed prehistoric seas, fossil evidence shows

Giant plankton-eating fishes roamed prehistoric seas, fossil evidence shows

Premonition of Monstrous Negation

Visigothic Ecdysis

Kreator Recontextulized

Despite appearances, Ruby has no soft-tissue damage or repetitive stress injuries from moshing around like this. We have done it every day since she was born, and we know each other's limits. As you can imagine, she has incredible core body strength. I film this, actually, on a day she would absolutely not go to sleep...."metaling her down" is a standard daddy trick, which can backfire, of course, if she is not absolutely dead tired. She is sleeping soundly now, two minutes after the clip is finished.

The song is Kreator's 'Flag of Hate'...we had been on an Iron Maiden kick earlier, but I needed something more brutal.

This sounds incredibly pretentious, misguided, or both, but Ruby seems to need the catharsis of heavy music-electroclash, punk, metal, industrial, to deal with the everyday stresses of living in a world where she can make elaborate plans to distract her mom and dad long enough to eat the cat food, but cannot pull a shirt over her head or flush a toilet. We both live for this, which is good, because it is pretty much how we spend our days.

Biologist discovers 'stop' signal in honey bee communication

Biologist discovers 'stop' signal in honey bee communication

Zootrophic Funerary Nightmare

i suppose this is the moment to explain my crimes...the things that drift around in my mind like sticks on a pond or cigarette buts on a movie theatre carpet. first of all, there was no sweet deal to whip up a bunch of deviled eggs, it was all a lie. another issue perhaps is the fact that i had no intention of giving you a back massage. there isn't really any such thing as a platonic back massage, is there? this is the reason that massage artists nearly always fantasize about killing their clients. did i mention that i am a friend of termites? an enemy of cleanliness? a threat to balloons? a reason not to get another hot dog? it is enough that i have lived my life secretly counting the joker cards in blackjack decks, noting the number of ways a person can arrive at the conclusion that there is no life and death, only a series of moments connected together by narrative, that it does not pay to keep halloween candy all year long, that once in a while it is interesting to contemplate exactly how ready one's self is to commit all manner of strange acts.

Sarcopterigian Sex Propagule

Acromegalic Zoospore

I mean this.

Is This Why I Value the Arachnid?

this is about the time they come slithering out the woodwork and suggesting I drop another nugget of entropy on the floor and let them swallow it, one enveloping the other, like a series of snake-eating kingsnakes.  it is driven to self-destruction, this thing we call the present, forever a matrix of events that will propel it into that nothingess we call the future, thus passing into that nothingness we call the past.  this sense of thingness, as opposed to its inverse, pervades the present like wood pulp supporting a child's drawing of an ox, a house, and a clown faced man with purple hair, it is such a necessary part of every experience, but ephemerally so, and the experiences live on without such a thing as thingness.  why do we have sand in the world? and beaches?, and glaciers retreating back into the arctic sea? to remind us that that vast array of nows can stretch so far back into the hazy fog of history that invisibility in the face of the entropy of it all and the destruction of rock layers makes it certain that annihilation of everything but the chain of consequence is possible.  that is all that is left of the ancient continent of Columbia, at the moment, just the necessity of it having been there for just the right rock layers to pervade the now, but none of that rock is a real part of Columbia, just a mere placeholder for what came earlier, metamorphosed beyond recognition.  Is this why I value the arachnid?

New research rejects 80-year theory of 'primordial soup' as the origin of life

New research rejects 80-year theory of 'primordial soup' as the origin of life

Arch Enemy, House of Blues, 2/29/2010

Incredible show.  Roller derby times ten thousand.  Iron Maiden Squared.