Sparkling glass

According to Danish scientists you increase the chance of killing your fetus by 50% if you drink alcohol twice a week. The chance is doubled if you drink it four times a week (when being pregnant obviously). Wouldn't it have been easier to say that you have a 100% chance of a miscarriage if you sip some wine four times a week?
90 000 pregnant women (I assume it's women, it wasn't actually specified) took part in the study which was performed in Denmark. There are about 5,5 million people in Denmark so from this I can only conclude that they're not really all that keen to reproduce.

This study is good news for everyone who's feeling a bit cheap at the moment though. Four drinks are cheaper than a pregnancy test and an abortion. And if you live in a country where abortion isn't legal, well then I've just solved your problem. Congratulations!

Big Brother

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Peppercans

A guy called Dave bought an n-control
it was expected in December but no such roll.
Dave mailed a PR-company for information
but it held no captivation,
all he got were cryptic texts
and they all left him completely perplexed.

Dave continued his quest for more
and decided to let other companies through his door.
He opened it for Mike Krahulik of Penny Arcade
and then he stepped into the shade
and let the mystery unravel.

The word began to travel,
and Paul Christoforo, Mr. PR-man
made sure that he got himself a lifetime ban
from the Penny Arcade Expo run by Mr. Mike
after having dug himself deeper and deeper into his dike.

So think of this the next time someone gets you down
and you feel that all you want to do is frown.
I might not know a thing
but at least it's more than Ocean Marketing.

(For more information about this insane spectacle, check out http://venturebeat.com/2011/12/27/ocean-marketing-how-to-self-destruct-your-company-with-just-a-few-measly-emails/.)

Allez, allez!

Lately there's been a question that I've been asking myself more than any other question. I feel that quite a large part of my existance depends on the answer and I'm still not sure I want to know. I mean, do we really want to know the answer to the ultimate question? Can we be absolutely sure they wouldn't depress the hell out of us? Of course we can't, we can't be sure of anything, but that's not the point or the answer to the question. The question is: What happened to good TV? Do you know? Because I really don't. I've thought about it and it all seems to be reruns or remakes. Have everything already been done or are people just running out of ideas? If they are, allow me to share some.

The Next Top Mozart: twenty people who all think they have what it takes to pull off the wig, have bad teeth and wear tights.
America's next top porn star on ice: who can do a killer-throw without being a killer?
Atlantis: we all know what happened, but we've never seen it in HD!
Hobo Hunting: The winner wins shelter for the winter, the losers win a better life.

At the moment Gladiators is on TV. I don't think I've seen this show in years. Somehow it used to be cooler back then. You know, when all the gladiators were older than you were and they seemed so BIG! Now it just seems rather sad. I mean, it's not even historically correct. The gladiators never chased anyone but each other. How did it come to this? How did we end up pissing on the Roman heritage without so much as a whip? Because if there's one thing that would make this show a little less pathetic and a little more fun, it'd be a whip.