My 461 bus unexpectedly terminated at Town Hall this morning because of “an accident.” I grumbled my way up Park Street towards work expecting to see some minor fender bender. Instead… taxi SMASH! Whoa! The engine block was actually sitting on the sidewalk! It was nuts. It’s a good thing it happened so early in the morning; from 8am onwards there would’ve been loads of pedestrians waiting on that corner to cross the street.

The nitty-gritty economics of raising chickens. That’s a lot to think about.

Serious capybara babies are serious. Capybaras look UNREAL.

Man! I seriously think I’d volunteer for the simulated mission to Mars were it not for A) my complete lack of the required skills and B) my not living in one of the ESA member states. Damn.

If you found the luxury tampons offensive… this is worse.

Talkback: Vegging Out. My neighbour Michael was on the radio the other day, and Ma Snook heard it and sent me that link. There’s also a photo gallery. Chippendale’s garden experiments are now getting national media coverage!

Hallucinations in sensory deprivation after 15 minutes. See? That explains why I couldn’t sleep in the Outback. IT WAS TOO QUIET.

Awwww, baby Tassie Devils are cute!