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[freckles_and_doubt]

Feeling unoriginal today. Therefore:

Steampunk Star Wars!, courtesy of TwentySided. The gears-and-levers Darth Vader is particularly fetching.

A statistical analysis of toilet seat ettiquette, courtesy of the Freakonomics blog. With weird and incomprehensible Greek letter equations, and everything. Refutes the whole notion that men should always put the toilet seat down.

A particularly hilarious thread on Making Light, featuring zombie remixes of Shakespeare, Jane Austen and the Charge of the Light Brigade. And Buffy. Not actually safe for simultaneous beverage consumption, at least in my case, but that might just be because I'm an English geek.

Bunny Threat Level: Don't ask. Today, all day, I demonstrated the utmost dedication, finesse and firmness of purpose while ... making new blinds for my bedroom. Now I shall go and watch Legend on TV. Bugger Angela Carter, and bring on your cowboy bunny hats.

Comments

[ex-wytchfyn.livejournal.com]

I'm too brainwiped for statistics, but I must say - naievely - that the toilet seat thing has always bothered me. The only thing you get when men leave the seat down is an increased chance of a faint, invisible urine-mist covering the seat and then transferring to the next user's ass. If women feel they must browbeat men over their toilet habits, they should be browbeating in the other direction.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

It's always annoyed me, too - I've browbeaten men for many good reasons, but the toilet seat has never been one of them. The only reason for half the species to leave the seat in the optimum position for the other half is basically chivalry, with which, in the real-world context, I have serious ideological problems. I've always inclined towards the "selfish" solution the article favours. Makes much more sense. Although it wouldn't have occurred to me to prove it mathematically ;>.

Of course, in our house it's a moot point. The seat in the main toilet doesn't actually stand upright on its own. I would have thought it would drive the Evil Landlord crazy, but apparently not, since it's been like that for eight years now.

[ex-wytchfyn.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he has left it imbalanced on purpose? The guillotine-like slam of plastic on porcelain, the faint yelps of male alarm as wedding tackle is whisked to safety, the cowed exit from the place of humiliation... a cruel symphony, with Herr Evil Landlord as its monocled and merciless conductor. Compelling, no?

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, but it would be even more so if it were actually my house and one could assume that the unbalanced toilet seat was some kind of cruel feminist joke. As it is, by your above logic, compelling though it is, I am unable to acquit my Evil Landlord of considerable masochism. He has to use the darned thing too.

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

I agree, passionately, about the other direction thing. I disagree about the faint and invisible. I would *far* rather the seat be left up than that I need to wipe small pools of urine off the seat every time I want to sit down. Been there, done that, didn't enjoy it. Bring on the raised toilet seat!