A few years ago the British Office for National Statistics added “Jedi Knight” as a checkbox for religion in their census. Now, in his maiden speech to the House of Commons, the Hon. Member for Copeland, Jamie Reed MP, announced that he is a Jedi. From a Parliament publication:

as the first Jedi Member of this place, I look forward to the protection under the law that will be provided to me by the Bill.

He’s referring to the controversial Incitement to Religious Hatred Bill, so my guess is that he doesn’t seriously consider himself a Jedi, but he’s just trying to make a point about the bill. Still, it would be good to see someone address Tony Blair as “the Right Honourable Darth Foppish”.

How postmodern.

No, it’s not the jarred squeegeeings of a highly productive single-handed typing session. That would be “monitor pudding”. This is a super-reflective acrylic paint that you apply to a wall to use as a projection screen. Here’s a site that hawks it for $200 for one screen’s worth. Versus how much for a roll-up screen? Or a bedsheet?

I don’t know if this can be interpreted as evidence for intelligence design, but it’s definitely fodder for the notion that random processes can accidentally create something beautiful.
This tree is halfway between my apartment and work, and driving past it is the best part of my day, except on those days when I fear it has a better ass than I do.

Junk in the trunk, indeed.

From here:

“City Hideout,” from Dutch design studio OOOMS, is a portable temporary dwelling made to fit one seated adult. The collapsable metal box resembles the kind of streetside sheds that commonly house electrical devices such as streetlight controls, new-age parking meters, and small generators. The hideout can be easily assembled on any corner or rooftop as the ultimate urban camouflage.

… a 73 year old Kenyan potato farmer.
Daniel M’Mburugu was tending his crops when a leopard attacked him. Here’s how he handled it:

M’Mburugu had a machete in one hand but dropped that to thrust his fist down the leopard’s mouth. He gradually managed to pull out the animal’s tongue, leaving it in its death-throes.

I stumbled upon this (see how below). It’s a site promoting a book called Created to be His Help Meet, and it’s a manual for women on how to be obedient wives. The author categorizes men and based on that categorization, she explains the manner in which the wife should obey her husband. Here’s an excerpt from the “Command Man” chapter:

They are known for expecting their wives to wait on them hand and foot. A Command Man does not want his wife involved in any project that prevents her from serving him. If you are blessed to be married to a strong, forceful, bossy man, as I am, then it is very important for you learn how to make an appeal without challenging his authority. We will discuss how to make an appeal later in this book.

…A woman married to a Command Man has to earn her place in his heart by proving that she will stand by her man, faithful, loyal, and obedient. When she has won his confidence, he will treasure her to the extreme.

OK, good luck to you.

I don’t need to point out how asinine all of this is. What I want to is what the fuck is a “Help Meet?”

Yeah, in the future everyone will be schlepping one of these around. Still, it looks like fun. Is that a beer keg? Check out the movie.

It was found on oooms (check their “products” page), which is a Dutch design group that makes weird shit. For instance, hats made out of human hair, which would be a good gift only for Leatherface.