It's Been Ages, I Know.

But I Can't Get No Satisfaction Because Boris The Spider is Paying the Price of Love and the House of the Rising Sun, She Said "Take the Long Way Home and Paint it Black." That's All.

17 Year Cicada

Okay, so it is 17 year cicada, not 14. Here's a picture of a bunch on the forest ground after they've been reduced by predators.

Planet Earth

This is a picture of the mating ritual for the superb bird of paradise. He puffs up like that and jumps around making a weird clicking noise (the video describes this as "a never before seen (they like that term a LOT) cross between ballet and boogie") to attract a mate. It's from Planet Earth. We watched the video series in Honors Earth Science class last week and the week before that. There was one about the 17-year cicada (I'm not sure if it's 17, could be 14 but even that's not positive), which is a cicada that stays underground for 17 or 14 or whatever years, and then all of the cicadas come out on one day, and the entire forest floor and the trunks of all the trees are plastered with them. It's disgusting, and I am a person who loves bugs. Then all of the animals feast on them for a couple days until they are stuffed and the hordes that are left die. Of course during the excitement they all lay their eggs, so then the forest is covered with bug eggs.

He's Watching You.

In today's series of random and meaningless posts, we are focusing on ridiculously excessive body piercing. Here is a picture of a the winner of that particular category.

He must have a really hard time getting through security at the airport.

We've Narrowed Down the Polls.

We've narrowed down the polls to the two words that got the most votes, Wangledaddy and Boogle. They both got three votes. This time you may only vote for one word, and the winning word will get a special post dedicated to it (and if I have a ridiculous amount of free time, the entire blog layout).

My New New New Favorite Song!

My new new new favorite song is now Too Late the Hero by John Entwisle (The bassist for the Who, currently deceased (I say currently because scientists hundreds of years from now could dig up his bones and use his DNA to bring him back to life)). Go to iTunes or wherever you get your music from and take a listen.

So Guess What I Did Today?

That's right, you guessed it. Absolutely nothing. Which means I have nothing interesting to tell my horde of imaginary screaming fans, so I will end the day with a picture of a rather odd bed.