Nipples

I was at a web site called The Straight Dope, and it was explaining to me why males have nipples. That itself was interesting, but I came across the following paragraph:

Human nipples appear in the third or fourth week of development, well before the sex characteristics. (The sex hormones start to assert themselves at seven weeks.) As many as seven pairs of nipples are arranged along either side of a "milk line," a ridge of skin that runs from the upper chest to the navel. Normally only one pair amounts to anything, but on about one baby in a hundred you can detect some vestige of the other ones, usually on the order of a freckle.

See?? I'm part of that freaky 1% of the population. I really do have 4 nipples, not just conveniently places birthmarks. And some of my friends doubted me. EAT IT.

Song of the Moment: Under the Milky Way by The Church. Yum, 80's.

randomness

Sometimes I think that a really good reason to do something is simply because it's never been done before. For example, I bet the phrase "grapefruit flavoured band-aid" has never been uttered before. I will use it as much as possible today.

Song of the Moment: Paralyzed by The Cardigans (a very underrated band, methinks)

Life Kicks Ass

Wow, I haven't update this site in a while. It's been so long that all my chest hair has grown back since my last post.

So, I was away in North Carolina for most of the summer studying parapsychology, and I just got back a week or two ago (I'm getting so forgetful in my old age that I can't tell the difference between a week and two weeks...maybe I should be worried. Oh well.) For those who don't know, parapsychology is the scientific study of psychic phenomena (and to a lesser extent, stuff like ghosts and survival of death). It was fun. And I'm no weirder than I used to be, really.

Now that I'm back in London, life is pretty much perfect for me. I have a good job, no silly school to worry about, and I recently acquired an amazingly wonderful girlfriend. If I move out of my parents' house, I'll practically be a real person. I rule.

On a lighter note (?), I just bought a bag of those Reese peanut butter Bites. The weird thing is, it says "new" on the package. These things aren't new...they've been out for more than a year now. They also taste a bit funny. The inevitable conclusion is that the package of Bites I bought has been sitting in that store for a loooong time. I hope I get sick so I can sue them.

My coffee also has little white chunks in it, and tastes weirder with every sip. What's with my luck today? I guess fate is making up for all the perfectness in my life by throwing in a little crapiness.

Oh well.

That is all.

Current Best Song Ever: Burning Down the House by Tom Jones. I have no idea why this song suddenly popped into my head, but I sure am digging it.