Your Butt Is the Bomb 

"Why fusili?” "Because you're silly."

Allow me to open by quoting one Cosmo Kramer.1 Here’s the ASSMAN:

Have you ever met a proctologist? Well, they usually have a very good sense of humor. You meet a proctologist at a party, don’t walk away. Plant yourself there, because you will hear the funniest stories you’ve ever heard. See, no one wants to admit to them that they *stuck* something up there. Never! It’s always an accident. Every proctologist story ends in the same way: ‘It was a million to one shot, Doc. Million to one.’.

On that note, a 24-year-old man recently forced the evacuation of a French hospital, after doctors found an eight-inch-long WWI artillery shell in his rectum.

“He was in a state of extreme discomfort, having inserted a large object up his rectum,” said an investigating source.

“Emergency surgery was carried out, and the object was found to be an artillery shell dating back to the First World War.

“Worse still, it had not exploded, and so bomb disposal experts had to be called to diffuse the shell, with the fire brigade standing by.”

Staff and patients were evacuated from Rangueil Hospital, and a security perimeter was set up around the accident and emergency unit, before the pointed 1918 shell, which was almost 8 inches long and just over an inch in circumference, was declared safe.

It’s not yet known how or why the shell wound up where it did, though your first guess is probably the right one. He might want to obfuscate, however.

The patient, a French national, was set to be interviewed by police this week, as prosecutors contemplated legal action against him for handling ‘category A munitions’, according to an officer.

Surely the mockery he’s going to endure for approximately ever is punishment enough?

I initially tried to locate a solid non-tabloid link for this story, but when it comes to live munitions being shoved up someone’s butt, something like the Daily Mail probably is the best source. They even had the details on how this isn’t the first Frenchman to find himself in this uncomfortable position.

In 2022, doctors were left shell-shocked after an 88-year-old Frenchman arrived at a hospital with a World War I bomb stuck in his bottom.

The unnamed senior citizen arrived at the Hospital Sainte Musse in Toulon, southern France, in the hope of having the eight-inch-long artillery shell removed from his anus.

It is understood that the man had inserted it in his bottom for sexual pleasure.

Amazingly, it appears the octogenarian actually copped to exactly what he’d been up to. Perhaps with age comes a corresponding loss of shame.

Anyhow, come on, France. There have got to be better options. Ones with flared ends.


Footnotes:

  1. The relevant video is archived here. ↩︎

Our Weirdest Holiday

“Groundhog Day”, the movie, isn’t available to stream so I instead wrote this post about “Groundhog Day”, the asinine holiday I apparently wasn’t through disparaging.

When it comes to Groundhog Day, yesterday’s XKCD nailed it.1 It really is a bizarre holiday, and it’s one I have previously derided:

The problem, as I see it, is that there’s simply nothing there. They pull out poor Punxsutawney Phil, and then…a person announces whether the rodent saw his shadow or not. The groundhog doesn’t actually react in any visible way. The whole thing isn’t even as goofy as “Is the groundhog awake or not?”. No, the weather-predicting woodchuck is utterly unnecessary to the proceedings. They could just flip a coin. Or skip the whole thing entirely.

That post goes on to detail how back in the 19th century, they killed and ate Punxsutawney Phil following his prediction. Even three years after learning that horrid bit of trivia, I’m still taken aback by it. And those Phils were not the only unfortunate prognosticators.

Yesterday, I learned about Nantucket’s decades-old tradition of Quentin the quahog. Quentin is a random clam that gets cracked open to make a weather prediction.2 The forecast is determined by which side of the shell the water spurts out from, which is quite stupid, yet still better than Punxsutawney Phil “seeing” his shadow (or not). Once cracked, however, the clam may as well be eaten, and so it is. I think.

Nantucket’s Quentin the Quahog squirted to the right Monday morning, predicting an early spring is on the way[.]

Quentin was opened this morning at the town’s Brant Point Shellfish Hatchery by assistant biologist Griffin Harkins. He then paid the ultimate sacrifice and was consumed.

The writing is decidedly unclear, but I believe that Quentin was the one consumed, rather than assistant biologist Harkins. It would probably be bigger news if they ate a scientist.

Speaking of comics about Groundhog Day, Snoopy gave us a far better idea for a holiday way back in 1981.3 Perhaps next year, we can celebrate that instead.


Footnotes:

  1. The XKCD strip in question is archived here. ↩︎

  2. “We kind of try to choose one that looks like it’s going to be able to predict the future” said Nantucket biologist Joseph Minella. ↩︎

  3. The Peanuts strip in question is archived here. ↩︎

Phantom Obligations 

Nobody’s waiting.

It’s been over half a decade since I first urged the meat-axing of notifications on your devices. I continue to feel strongly that turning off notifications and badges is one of the best changes you can make to enable a healthier relationship with technology. As I wrote in 2020:

The artificial urgency device notifications create is unnecessary, and probably unhealthy. Very few notifications are actually time-sensitive, yet far too many of us let our phones take us out of the moment needlessly.

Recently, Terry Godier published an excellent piece called “Phantom Obligation”, whose title is defined as “the guilt you feel for something no one asked you to do”. Badges on app icons on your phone are a prime example, with their widespread abuse resulting in countless such phantom obligations.

The notification badge took email’s unread count and made it universal. Any app could now claim urgency. A game wanting you to collect coins wore the same badge as a message from your mother.

Different messages have very different levels of importance, but badges have no granularity. Given that, the best move is to disable them almost everywhere.

Vibe Coding His Way to Davos Jail 

Try the chicken lasagna!

Soon after Sebastian Heyneman left a suspicious-looking hardware device unattended at the World Economic Forum, he found himself in a very fancy jail. Eventually, he was asked to explain the device.

I say, “Look, I’m not a very good hardware engineer, but I’m a great user of AI.” I was one of the top users of [AI coding tool] Cursor last year. I did 43,000 agent runs and generated 25 billion tokens.

We open my machine. Chris and I go line by line through the code. I don’t know the language that the code was written in because it was written in AI, so Chris actually explained the code to me.

Not even knowing what coding language the software was written in is perhaps the most horrifying part of this.

Not So Thoughtful 

The blog post not yet being live might’ve been a hint.

On Wednesday, Amazon announced they’d be laying off about 16,000 workers. That’s not great. Also bad? They sent employees an email a day prior which accidentally spilled the beans prematurely.

The email sent on Tuesday signed by Colleen Aubrey, senior vice president of applied AI solutions at AWS, wrongly said that impacted employees in the U.S., Canada and Costa Rica had already been informed they lost their jobs. In Slack messages viewed by Reuters, AWS employees who received the email said the Wednesday meeting was almost immediately canceled. Amazon referred in the email to the layoffs as “Project Dawn.”

I’m sure that was a fun 24 hours for everyone at Amazon.

“Changes like this are hard on everyone,” Aubrey wrote in the email, reviewed by Reuters. “These decisions are difficult and are made thoughtfully as we position our organization and AWS for future success.”

The decisions may have been made thoughtfully, but the announcement sure wasn’t.

Tarnished by Association 

“The borrowed prestige of some of the West’s leading architecture firms”

Over at The Nation, Kate Wagner has a wonderful indictment of those businesses which have participated in The Line, Saudi Arabia’s preposterous mega-project.

For nearly five years, we beleaguered souls in the design world have had to endure innumerable press releases and puff pieces about whatever zany shit was going on out in the Saudi Arabian desert. This included the Line’s supposed sustainability efforts (oh, the oil-funded irony), such as indoor gardens and wind farms, plus a number of gravity-defying proposals that, to anyone with a rudimentary understanding of physics, sounded more like pulpy sci-fi gags (most notoriously, an upside-down skyscraper poised like a keystone over an artificial marina full of stagnant water).

Wagner is piggybacking on the Financial Times report previously linked back in November, which details how the project is failing. Calling out all those who sold themselves out to participate, however, is worthwhile.

A Year of Congestion Pricing in Lower Manhattan 

“It's allowed me to believe that perhaps America can change for the better.”

After a full year of congestion pricing in New York City, the New York Times has a detailed analysis, and the results are almost uniformly positive. There are fewer vehicles, traffic moves faster, transit ridership is up, and roads are safer and quieter.

I, Too, Am Heartbroken and Very Angry 

We all should be.

Alex Pretti lived a life of service. He was an ICU nurse for the Department of Veterans Affairs. His last act was helping a woman up after she’d been assaulted.

Now, Alex Pretti is dead, gunned down by poorly trained ICE thugs. It’s the second horrific killing in Minnesota this month, and I fear it won’t be the last. I don’t know what it will take to end this madness. But at the very least, let us refuse to accept the despicable smear campaigns being attempted by craven officials and bootlicking apologists.

Some Cow 

I, for one, welcome our new bovine overlords.

Speaking of smart animals, meet Veronika, the Austrian cow who uses tools to scratch itches:

A cow using a broom to scratch herself

Veronika appears to use different tools for different purposes:

If it were her back or another tough area that warranted a good scratch, she would use the bristle end of a broom.

When a softer touch was needed, such as on her sensitive underbelly, she would use the smooth handle end.

Imagine what she could do with a Swiss Army knife.

Eavesdropping Dogs 

There are plenty of people who couldn’t manage this.

It’s rude for humans to eavesdrop, but I’ll allow it for dogs.