Having sliced the end of my right thumb on a cheesegrater last night, I now have a great appreciation those poor creatures that lack a fully useable, apposable thumb. Given this temporary failure of my right thumb and that I have little or no ability with my left hand, I shall have to cancel today's planned world domination.
Apologies to anyone this inconveniences; I promise to conquer and render you as my slaves as soon as my thumb heals.
I've often wondered what drives suicide attackers to go through with their attacks. I can't imagine myself purposefully setting out after a target with the aim of ending my own life. How do you make that final step knowing that it will be your last? How do you even make the first?
With the publication of a new book, we can now read translations of some of the kamikaze pilot training material that motivated them to go through with their life-ending missions. Scary, but insightful.
I'm not really a golf fan, but I think this picture sums up the difference between male and female professional golfers.
Obviously, no one was listening. We've all had enough of Elvis. We've had enough of that silly remix, we've had enough of how many fried peanut butter sandwiches he ate a minute and we've definitely had enough of psychics channeling Elvis so they can ask him if he wants an ATM put in his tombstone.
Even Elvis has had enough of this rubbish. You've all pushed him so far that plaster busts are starting to cry. The Presleytarians think this is just more proof that Elvis is the reincarnation of Jesus, but the truth is that Elvis has simply had enough. We all have.
Today is the birthday of my beautiful, talented and very pregnant wife. It also happens to be the 25th anniversary of the death of Elvis, and we've both had just about enough of it. Elvis this and Elvis that. Everywhere you look or listen, all you get is Elvis.
He's quite dead, people. Dead, dead, dead. If you don't believe it, go dig him up. Even if you don't want to admit that he's dead, just admit that he wasn't all that amazing, let the guy retire and find someone new to worship. The Beatles aren't all dead yet; why not try them for a few years? Maybe then we can all get over “The King” and have some peace and quiet to celebrate by lovely wife's birthday.
Happy birthday, Debses 
In honour of Microsoft's decision to remove their “TrueType core fonts for the Web”, I have tweaked the style sheet for this site. It now uses the default san-serif font on your system instead of Verdana. Verdana was one of my favourite web fonts, but if Microsoft are going to use pathetic excuses and remove them, I won't encourage their use.
The fact that many people have the fonts already, and that some people have already distributed them illegally is not a reason to disallow access to others. If this was the correct way to act, Microsoft should stop anyone from purchasing Windows. After all, many people already have it, and it does get distributed illegally.
