Friday Funnies

I am going to defend alGore. alGore is recently divorced and lonely. He has to have a social life and live out the remaining portions of his mid life crisis. It was nothing but work and family for many years. Now he can sow wild oats and be a player.

Al Gore is in Beijing, at the Global Urban Development Conference.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20110106/sc_afp/chinausenvironmentclimategore_20110106141118;_ylt=AgsB0.3Eq6XDZa25webdpjT3SpZ4

Robert of Ottawa says: January 7, 2011 at 5:22 am

Typo alert:

Robert: beware Skitt’s Law:
http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Skitt%E2%80%99s_Law
I leave it up to the reader to fine where my misteak is …
According to the Oxford Dictionaries page:

” … acronym from quasi (or quasi-autonomous) non-government(al) organization

So Gores’s in China is he.
“1200 houses collapsed due to snow fall in China; 1 killed”
http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/7797943-1200-houses-collapsed-due-to-snow-fall-in-china-1-killed

Darn. Everyone’s gone all Shakespeare today and I don’t have fresh spoof of Mann handy. My last was in a 2009 WUWT thread. But I did write a coffee version of the same Hamlet soliloquy this morning. 🙂
As a collegue of Paul Erdos said, “A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems,” and a good quote that would probably apply to all the GCM coders is “COFFEE.SYS Not Found: User startup disabled.” How much of the current climate craziness comes from these evil little beans?
Hamlet:
To brew, or not to brew: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the morn to suffer
The yawns and harrows of a bleary waking,
Or to make urns a’black to shake the slumbers,
And by imbibing end them? To sip: to sleep
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand nighttime shocks
That sleep is known for, ’tis a stimulation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To brew, to steep;
To steep: perchance to steam: ay, where’s my mug;
For aft’ that cup of black what dream remains
When we have stirred and slurped the coffee oil,
Cupped in our paws: there’s the respect
That makes a frothing cup of Café au lait;
For who could spare the whip’t and airy cream,
The Espresso’s song, the scent of Arabica,
The grounds of spent wet love, the brew’s delay.
The insolence of instant and the burn
That patient merit makes of too hurried taste,
So he himself might his craving forsake
Lest a burnt piehole? Who would waking bear,
With grumbled breath under a drowsy eye,
But that the dread of dozing at the wheel,
The commuter’s mortuary from whose urns
No coffee mug refills, strengthens the will
And makes us rather brew those beans we have
Than drive to others that we know not of?
Thus caffeine does make addicts of us all;
And thus the doctor’s urge of abnegation
Is sipped o’er with a pale afterthought,
And resolutions of great sincerity
With this first cup their firmness goes away,
And lose the name of action.–Perc you now!
The rare Arabica! Drip! For thy piquancy
Was in my dreams remembered.
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I’ll have to work up something fresh on climate, maybe the St. Crispian’s day speech from Henry V, which does have the apt line “From this day to the ending of the world.”

Thank you Mr. Turner, that was beautiful and brought a tear to my eye. Even though I drink my coffee “the way the Good Lord intended it; black as sin, hot as hell and bitter as the Devil’s heart”, I was not revolted they way I usually am by the mention of dairy extracts in close relation to the blessed bean.

Joshua: Good one. Neil Cavuto showed a skit today of a sleazy guy on the street selling banned lightbulbs hidden in his trenchcoat. I know it’s a visual cliche, but it’d make a good cartoon anyway….

Thanks for the responses, everybody. 🙂
It could still use a tweak or two. I think “cup ‘o joe” might work better than “cup o’black”.