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After that pack of Iraqi regime playing cards, Uggabugga suggests a Bush Regime set. It had to be done.

Strewth! I’m Australia!

Australia – Founded as a gigantic prison colony, Australia has turned into a Mid-Level world power. Known for its wildlife and culture.

Positives:
Reformed.
Culturally Admired.
Mid-Level Power.
Renouned Flora and Fauna.

Negatives:
Founded by Criminals.
Island Nation (Isolated).
Talk Funny.

Which Country of the World are You?
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(Link from Castel Dodge)

From BlogCritics, THE BIBLE: Post-Modern Edition. The first chapter of Genesis comes out like this:

In the beginning, the signal had yet to be broadcast. A darkness covered the scene.

Then God said, “Lights!”

God saw how good the light was. God then separated the light from darkness and created three work shifts: Day, night and graveyard.

Then God said, “Camera!”

Or the modern-day Tower of Babel

Then, in the 1980s, “Cable Television” came into its own, followed shortly thereafter by the personal computer. By the end of the 20th century, Internet access became affordable and very popular.

Soon, the world was “media saturated”. Many small, niche markets appeared. True communication began to be fractured and unruly.

The signal-to-noise ratio dropped dramatically.

And the Lord said, “Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.”

Matt at Interconnected gets non-Euclidian with Penrose Tiles (well, perhaps not strictly non-Euclidian, but…)

If it was a British Rail locomotive, it would be an obscure type only found in Scotland, which didn’t actually work. But it’s not. Carnival of the Vanities #29 can be found this week at Solonor’s Ink Well

We Europeans have Classical, Norse and Celtic mythology, but the Americans don’t have a mythology of their own. Or do they?

According to this mythology, Superman is the offspring of Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty, and Bugs Bunny is the archetypal trickster god. And there’s a god of new, shiny things. But where’s Elvis? Or, for that matter Ronald McDonald? And there really ought to be a God of Cars, to whom thousands are sacrificed every year.

(Link from Scott)

Making Light has a checklist of things which might indicate your favourite saint might not actually be real, but the figment of an overheated medieval imagination. But she does sound a note of caution:

Bear in mind that even the best of saints can have a few dubious characteristics. St. Teresa of Avila occasionally levitated during prayer. All sorts of odd legends have gotten attached to St. Nicholas of Myra and St. George. Poor old St. Oswald died by being hacked to pieces by Mercians at the battle of Maserfield, and between that and the confusion of the times that followed, he somehow acquired an extra head. Really, it could happen to anyone; and there is a preferred head, the one that was kept with the relics of St. Cuthbert. Oswald’s remains are positively staid compared to the five or six (or seven? I’ve lost count) heads that have been credited St. John the Baptist, every one of which is exceedingly dubious.

By the way, it’s now just over a month until St Pancras Day, patron saint of class 45 locomotives (or does that date me?)

Scott’s monkey had no chance.