Woofy of the Week, War on Republicans Edition

The fresh meat at Woofy of the Week? None other than our favorite scientist calling out the BS on the GOP. Granted, he needs face fuzz officially be called woofy, but if my Bear-dar* is ever of any use to me, it was correct here. This one's straight (like all of my woofy-of-the-weeks, of course) and no beard is gonna turn him onto the man's-man-ly ways.

A boy can dream, though.

Give the one-hand-typing salute to the Washington correspondent from SEED magazine, Chris C Mooney.


The Reverend Mooney

Saw Chris C. Mooney speak while on his extended-remix book tour last night. Knee-deep in his "The Republican War on Science" and I'm suddenly inspired to post again.

Because, you know, nothing science-related has happened in the last few months. The poles aren't melting or anything. Hurricans have nothing to do with global warming. Species aren't dropping like, um, flies. And everyone's all settled on that who-designed-what issue.


Gay Sweat: Now Hotter

More from the randy, curious Brits: people appear to be really good at sniffing out sexual partners. Especially The Gay.

All jokes about Ketel One, CK One, and Gun Oil aside - this makes sense, but probably not to modern minds. Much of our understanding about the nature of pheromones has come in the recent past.

And besides those of us chained up in our Master's dungeon, waiting for Him to come allow us to service Him, or those of us blogging or programming for a living, many of us wear deodorant. It's likely that we're not accustomed to natural scents, and certainly not to the Great Unwashed Rankness that humans must have been walking around in over the long span of evolutionary time.

God, the thought of millennia's worth of pit funk... Don't even get me started on sac sweat (aka, manna from heaven. I'm still at work here, people.)