Three Stegosaurus Moon

I was talking about parasites with some friends last night and it reminded me of this one I knew of from a few years back. I learned about this through the School of Rock forums, where Paul had complete administrative control over people’s accounts and would change people’s bios and pictures to funny things. I forget who, but one person was given this picture of a fish with a little creature where its tongue should be (when I was messed with, I was given a naked, buff man in sunglasses…”keyboard players are gay,” hilarious). It turns out that photo of the fish is totally real, though – it’s this little crab-looking guy that swims up into a fish’s mouth while it’s eating, eats the big fish’s tongue, and then sits in place of the tongue and steals all the big fish’s food. That’s nuts, man. There are all these pictures of fish with little crab guys in their mouths if you look for it…just crazy. I’m not going to link to it, but you have more than enough information to Google it if you really, really want to.

I just did something without thinking (deleting the EFI partition for dual booting) that rendered my little 4-year-old white macbook unbootable yet again, so I’m in the process of fixing it for what seems like the hundredth time. I’m thankful that I don’t lose anything when I do stuff like that – it’s awesome to have a crappy old computer to monkey around on without any risk. It’s helping me learn a great deal, because half of the stuff I screw around with on that one, I completely stay away from on my pro, for risk of breaking something really badly and losing data (which isn’t really an issue either, due to my sweet backups, but it’s more hassle than I’d prefer).

I just received a large quantity of funk music from my roommate Leo, whose music collection is unrivaled in its various nature. I was getting quite bored of my library, having drifted into musical complacency, returning time after time to nothing but my very favorite albums. That’s no good at all, because you get bored and it makes you hate music that you used to enjoy because you listen to it so much. So a system shock of Jethro Tull and funk was in order. Some good ones: The Meters, The Budos Band, and Skull Snaps – and of course Sly and the Family Stone. I already knew them, though. And of course Jethro Tull’s Thick as a Brick and Aqualung are most certainly in my “Best Albums Ever Ever” list. Oh, and this organ trio called Niacin. They’re not funky, but they are awesome too.