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Sweaty T-Shirt, please

A New Scientist reporter checks out two online dating services that use DNA matching, based on the hypothesis that we’re attracted to people with dissimilar immune system genes – which correlates pretty well to whether we find the smell of someone’s sweat pleasant or unpleasant. Perhaps instead of exchanging photos, prospective dates should exchange sweaty T-Shirts?

Another New Scientist year-end story recaps an article from February about an Italian scientist’s work on using ultrasound to determine if a woman has a G spot or not. The comments (in the article from other researchers, not on the article from idiot talkbackers) seem to display a certain reluctance to accept that vaginal orgasms are an idiosyncrasy of genetics or development like bendable thumbs or the ability to roll your tongue.

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Bettie Page

Is it ironic or just sad that Bettie Page outlived Dave Stevens?

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Not an Elf

A sketch I did of my niece:
Sketch of Jazz

Based on this (but turned out all narrow – I think I misplaced the nose or something):

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Dark humor in Israeli online banking

My electric bill payment got blocked by the credit card company! What I do? Maybe go to their website, see what what.
But — what this?

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Dang my back hurts

Because I moved to a different office (formerly “the small conference room”, and sadly, we kept its table) the same day I was involved in a minor fender-bender, it took me three days to admit to myself that the pain in my back isn’t because of sitting at bad desks on broken chairs in uncomfortable positions and therefore isn’t a kink that can be stretched out but rather a cause for worry. I think it got steadily getting worse until I finally woke up in agony on Friday, but I’m not sure if I haven’t been able to delude myself until now about the nature of the pain out of myopia and optimism.