Sb has a new guy who calls himself SciencePunk (aka 'Frank Swain'). He's from the UK and claims a history of 'making zines, being a filthy scenester, stage-managing burlesque shows, climbing buildings, hanging out with strippers, arguing the toss and generally being a force for good.'
I haven't followed his stuff, but the way this reads, we'll either get on like old friends from Gilman Street or fight like hipsters for the last pair of black rimmed glasses. So welcome to the Sb blogosphere Swain. As for our online relationship, only time will tell...
But for now, this goes out to you:
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I'll admit that I haven't paid a terribly large amount of attention to the upcoming European Parliament elections (taking place in the UK Thursday--i.e. tomorrow) since I can't actually vote in them.
Guy in a Faraday Suite getting hit by 500,000 volts ... lightning shooting out of his fingertips.
It must've seemed inevitable that we'd go to The Onion's vault for a reprint soon enough. And here it is. Originally appearing here, we reprint it in full below the fold.
Frank Swain just moved in this morning, so the boxes are still unpacked.
"...fight like hipsters for the last pair of black rimmed glasses" made me laugh so hard a Cheerio came forth from my nose. That is not goddess-like at all.
Sheril owns the internet this morning.
Cheerios flowing from the nose aren't usually thought of as goddess like either, but who's to say?
On the other hand, one who does this may be applauded as a nutrition dispenser.
Well heck, you're welcome to come roofpunking with me anytime.