“’White-knuckled wolf spider’ thought lost is rediscovered on Isle of Wight” —The Guardian
Spider, spider, out of sight Hidden on the Isle of Wight, Greeted by the experts’ chuckles With your pallid spots or knuckles, Though by most not known or missed, Great news that you still exist!
“Looking at art in galleries can provide immediate stress relief, study finds” —The Independent
I go to exhibitions when I’m anxious; It’s very therapeutic and it’s free. My worries get forgotten while I ponder, Now what the hell is this supposed to be?
“‘Quiet as a whisper’: German firm launches ad campaign after lift used in Louvre heist” —The Guardian
A Böcker lift’s the perfect tool, So smooth and silent from the start; It’s crafted like a priceless jewel And made to steal an owner’s heart. The showroom’s where you’ll go to see ’em (There, or at a French museum).
“Year 12 students from at least eight schools in Queensland were taught the wrong topic for their final history exams … Students were meant to study Julius Caesar, but the affected pupils instead learned about his nephew Augustus, according to the Queensland Curriculum and Assessment Authority.” —The Guardian
Caesar was switched on the Queensland Curriculum, Something he’d surely have thought quite ridiculum. This lot, Authorities? He’d soon demote ’em. Here was a Caesar! Accept no nepotem!
“Speaker of the House Mike Johnson defended labeling [last] weekend’s ‘No Kings’ rallies opposing President Donald Trump as ‘hate America’ rallies, arguing that he was not referring to Democrats themselves but the message of the protesters.” —ABC
I can’t forget the grandmas’ hateful chanting About how they prefer democracy; The teachers who kept up their hateful ranting Re making every student safe and free; The moms and dads who hatefully hugged babies And sang with friends and cried a little too; But worst: a wiener dog (did it have rabies?) Dressed up in hateful red and white and blue.
“Police Break Up Lego Theft Ring, Recovering Hundreds of Beheaded Figurines: Officials said they had discovered tens of thousands of Lego pieces at a California home and arrested a man who trafficked in the stolen collectibles.” —The New York Times
They lost their heads. He kept them, safe and sound. Hundreds! The courts will certainly convict. You ask how this appalling scene was found? Cops followed up the clues till something clicked.
“[An Ohio bill declares] AI systems ‘nonsentient entities’ and [would] prevent them from gaining legalpersonhood. The bill… also makes it illegal for anyone to marry an AI system…” —Columbus Navigator
If AI’s not a legal person, prospects for my marriage worsen since my plans to marry Siri might entail a legal query.
So instead, I’ve reignited (thanks to Citizens United) courtship safe from such attacks: trading vows with Goldman Sachs.
“Wild bear pays surprise visit to bear enclosure at California zoo: ‘He was very polite’: Sequoia park zoo said staff were doing an inspection when they saw a wild black bear looking in at three captive bears” —The Guardian
Oh yes, you thought he was “polite,” no doubt; You found him quite the charmer, so refined, Having no clue what he was on about: Acquire some language and you’ll change your mind. Feeling himself entitled to intrude, He stood and stared at us, then scratched his head (A gesture evidently meant as rude), Opened his nasty, unwashed mouth, and said: Hee, hee, hee! Are you locked in safe and tight? I see they’ve pedicured your pretty feet! So tell me, is your porridge cooked just right? Who gets the widest quilt? The longest sheet? And finally he chortled, to his fleas: Let’s leave them to their Goldilocks-and-keys.
“‘Bored aliens’: has intelligent life stopped bothering trying to contact Earth?” —The Guardian
So, in our spiral galaxy Some aliens run free But are too bored to come and see What’s up in Kankakee? Yes, “radical mundanity” Sounds well-conceived, to me; As we are subject to ennui, Why wouldn’t ET be?
“Chinese woman swallows eight live frogs to ease back pain“ —The Telegraph
Reporters swarmed around the woman, questioning her why she swallowed frogs. She didn’t speak, distracted by a fly. They asked her how she found the perseverance to go through it, and why she thought eight frogs sufficed, but seven wouldn’t do it. Without a written statement, they assumed she would ad lib it, but when the woman cleared her throat, they only heard a “Ribbit.”
“Where once people were duped by soft-focus photos and borrowed chat-up lines, now they have to watch out for computer-generated charm.” —The Guardian
“Mon cher amour,” exhaled the dying Cyrano, “There’s something you must hear tonight before I go: The tender words, the praise—all absolutely true— The love—” Roxane cut in: “I know all that was you: You hid your love, I know, and I’m aware of why: It was your nose!” “No, no,” he wheezed; “’twas all AI! I started, yes, but, though I lasted quite a while, I somehow lost my knack for précieux courting style: I didn’t sound like Christian—good; his stuff was twee; But by degrees I found I didn’t sound like me. And so I asked a bot, “Do Cyrano!” It did; And no one knew (till now) the sum of what I hid. Adieu, amour!” Roxane sat dazed. That wit! Those rhymes! “I loved one man,” she sighed; “I’ve lost him now three times.”
“They’re literally, you walk over from Iran to Qatar. You can walk it in one second. You go ‘boom boom’ and now you’re in Qatar.” —A noted world traveler fantasizing about Middle East geography. In reality, Qatar’s only land border is with Saudi Arabia. Iran is more than 100 miles away across the Persian Gulf.
Step literally off Iran, sink, sputter Until (boom boom) you’re all washed up in Qatar.
Time’s cover, a shot from below, Is one the Chief wants us to know Is not to his liking, Although it is striking For what that odd angle can show
As sunlight plays tricks with his hair: That one thing he simply can’t bear! For him, worst of all, His “crown” is so small We won’t even know it is there.