Driving in Utah.
posted by Matthew Phelps at 8:12 pm
Sunday, August 21, 2005
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'Having an infant is largely sleep deprivation combined with janitorial duties. Sort of like
being in a Vietnamese prison
camp.'
Bryce Forney
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'The female accepts a male who keeps up adequately during the dance, and rejects one
who does not. The female is,
therefore, extremely discriminating; in contrast, a male will dance with and attempt to mount a blob of wax on the end of a bristle, moved in an
appropriate side-to-side
manner and then held still.'
John Maynard Smith,
The Evolution of Sex.
2 Comments:
Are those spandex, dad?
7:05 am
Before Mom sees this photo, I should explain that it is missing from her album because I (quite wrongly) took it with me to college sixteen years ago. Enough time has now passed that I probably have immunity. In my defense, it seems a stereotypical thing to take from your mom an old photo of your dad, like in the Johnny Cash song. Incidentaly the photo caused one of the women in my dorm, when she saw it, to form a crush on him which lasted after she met him too. I suspect it is a pre-spandex form of cotton or wool.
6:06 pm
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