Oh, and wish me a happy birth­day. I’m 33 today.

By the way, if anyone’s won­der­ing, I got all my blog trou­bles fixed (for the moment.)

Couldn’t wait to post this. Dr. Karl Kruszel­nicki, of Syd­ney Uni­ver­sity, stud­ied 5000 sam­ples of belly-button lint and con­cluded that lint is a com­bi­na­tion of cloth­ing fibers and skin cells (ick) that migrate to the navel thanks to body hair, “as all roads lead to Rome.” For this dubi­ous con­tri­bu­tion to sci­ence, he won an Ig Nobel. Con­grats, Dr. K!
Seri­ously, if such a sub­ject can ever turn seri­ous, this has answered one of my endur­ing ques­tions, which is why the hell do I get so much lint? I mean, I’m a rel­a­tively hairy fel­low (I think I used the term “troglodyte”), but I’m not a “slightly over­weight, middle-aged male with a hairy abdomen,” as Dr. K described the typ­i­cal lint pro­ducer. I’m not over­weight nor am I middle-aged, unless I’m going to die at 64.
Which, accord­ing to the Death Clock doesn’t seem likely. Accord­ing to its esti­mate, i’m going to kick it on July 16, 2047. No doubt the sight of thou­sands of Amer­i­can flags from Flag Day two days pre­vi­ously will send me into spasms of rage and lead to a fatal stroke or some­thing. That would be just my luck.
Speak­ing of navel gaz­ing and death clocks, doesn’t blog­ging seem a bit like navel gaz­ing in order to com­bat mor­tal­ity? This idea bears some con­tem­pla­tion… Hm.

Aha­ha­haha! This is great! The only prob­lem is that Bush might actu­ally win, see­ing as he’s an ath­lete and in scar­ily good health (Unlike Prime Min­is­ter Cheney who would likely drop into car­diac arrest if you looked at him funny.)