Because I'm All About The Helping

Still don't have a Halloween costume? Here are some ideas. (Hey, you're the one that waited to the last minute, so don't blame me if your choices are limited, inappropriate, or just plain gross!)

(Via Defamer; Cramper)

To All My Witches and Hos...

Happy Halloween!!!

It's The Great Pumpkin Moon, Charlie Brown!

Trick Or Treat!

Definitely treat! And leave it to the gays to queer up the pumpkins.

(Via Towleroad)

You Might Be A Bad Fantasy Novel If...

You've survived the Caves of Mooorneohvnelh. You've vanquished the Witch-Lord of Bandug and saved the Princess of Tyria. You've slain the dreaded dragon Nylenionanoinveheoinfnvnelnve the White. Now comes your greatest challenge: a final exam.

(Via Bookslut)

Tricksy

Those publishers are tricky devils.

So, too, are men who use books as bait.

(Via Bookninja; Bookslut)

Hardy Boys Redux

A Hardy Boys mystery for the new millennium, without any of that didactic "ethics" crap.

(Via Bookslut)

No "Vulcan Neck Pinch" Jokes, Please

First, a WNBA star comes out. Now, Mr. Sulu! (Unfortunately, Henry Rollins isn't gay. *sigh*)

You know, I always thought he was kinda camp, but I never really thought he was gay. Just another example of my crackerjack gaydar, I guess.

Anyway, good for you, Mr. Takei, and congratulations!

What To Wear?

As "Gay Christmas" (aka Halloween) draws nigh, here are some tips on how to choose the perfect costume.

What am I going as? (I'm sure you're dying to know.) Nothing. I was never actually all that into Halloween and stopped doing anything for it years and years ago. That leatherman clown costume from the second link looks kinda appealing, though. *LOL*

(Via Gawker)

Politics

We here at Bourgeois Nerd don't get into politics that much, but these two items just can't be passed up:

Karl Rove's mistress is reportedly leaving him for handsome ranch hand Rhett Hard. Rhett Hard!!! Best. Oh-My-God-I-Can't-Believe-That's-A-Real-Name-And-Not-A- Porn-Pseudonym. Name. EVER! Lord knows I'd shove off old Karl for a Rhett Hard any day!

(Via Gawker)

In other political news, Harriet Miers has withdrawn her name from consideration for the Supreme Court. Who will be nominated in her place? How about Mrs. Huxtable?

Animal News

Elephants respect their dead and may even visit them.

Beavers are reintroduced into Britain five hundred years after being hunted to extinction there. You can make up your own damn dirty "beaver" jokes, I trust.

Finally, A Man With Some Sense.

Maud Newton conducts an interview with Dave Weich, the director of marketing and development at Powell's Books. I expected a high-up at an Oregon-based independent bookseller to be of the hippy, granola-crunching, Literature-must-be-saved-from-the-vulgar-commercial-masses, business-is-evil, bookstore-chains-suck, The-Man-is-keeping-us-down type, but he *gasp* actually seems to have a good head on his shoulders. He even wryly dismisses those who say and publishing and/or bookselling is doomed. My kind of man.

Kudos And Huzzah

Okay, so maybe it's not exactly earth-shatteringly shocking that a WNBA player has come out as a lesbian. It's still important; as everyone's pointing out, she's the highest-profile pro athlete to come out while still playing. So, bravo, Ms. Swoopes! Hopefully, your example will encourage others to follow your brave path.

(Via Towleroad)

A Bourgeois Nerd Technology Tidbit

Computer start-up times may be getting shorter soon. Hooray!

(Via Philobiblon)

Old Books Need Centrum Silver

Free radicals in olde time inks damage manuscripts in archives the world over. The answer? An antioxidant treatment.

(Via Bookninja)

That's More Like It

My blog is worth $8,468.10.

How much is your blog worth?

(Via Beatrice, this time.)

Another Shocking Revelation Uncovered

People sometimes buy books for mere intellectual decoration. Shocking! I am all aflutter!

Seriously, is this really a new phenomenon? "Social competitiveness about which titles we read has become one of the new mass forces of the era..."? Uhm, I can think of plenty of books people don't read but have laying around (War and Peace, etc.) and it ain't some new-fangled fad, folks.

(Via Bookninja or Bookslut; I can't remember which one.)

Grumpy Old Bookman

I hope when I grow up I can be half as grumpy as this chap! He's wonderfully bitchy and amusing and unabashedly "vulgar" (in that oh-so-proper British way). One might well think he's gay, but that's just because a) he's British and b) all of his friends, according to him, are gay and that has to rub off on a chap. I don't agree with everything he says about literature and publishing and life in general, but I nod more than I snort. Give him a read.

Figures

My blog is worth $0.00.

How much is your blog worth?

(Via Pharyngula)

Literary Etceteras

Philip Pullman says that C.S. Lewis' Narnia series is "racist, misogynistic and reactionary." I say His Dark Materials is "boring, strident and overrated." But that's just me; everyone else seems to love that series. Different strokes for different folks, I suppose.

(Via Beatrice)

There's a publishing program afoot based on reinventing myths. As a dedicated mythophile, I'll definitely check some of them out. Margaret Atwood's The Penelopiad: The Myth of Penelope and Odysseus looks particularly interesting. (BTW, isn't if funny that the Canadian paper focuses on the Canadian and the Scottish paper focuses on the Scots? I mean, it really isn't surprising, but it's kinda funny when it's so blatant.)

Simone Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre slept around a lot. Horny French people? Shocking! Though I do feel sorry for Sartre that he didn't enjoy his orgasms that much.

Amazon reviewers say the darnedest things.

(Via Maud Newton)

More Pride & Prejudice

Over a week ago, I castigated Ms. Jenna Crispin for her views on Pride & Prejudice. Well, I wasn't the only one, and Ms. Abigail Nussbaum did the job a damn sight better than I ever could. She basically says everything that needs to be said about criticisms of Pride & Prejudice. The rest of her blog looks very interesting, too, and I intend to do a little blogsploring of it soon. I definitely recommend it.

BTW, to Ms. Crispin's credit, I did find Nussbaum's post via a link on Bookslut. (But Ms. Crispin then admitted she never even read the whole of P&P!)

*horrified shudder*

It's a running joke between my female friends and I how disgusting I think the vagina is. (In my defense, I am a gay man, so the vagina isn't exactly my area of expertise or interest.) "But it's full of yeast!" I often cry. They just shake their heads and tell me "It doesn't work like that!" but now I have proof, damnit! Vaginal yeast beer!!!!

Resistance Is Futile

(Via The Bitter Scroll)

I Gotcha Covered

Three items related to book covers just happened to catch my eye over the past few days.

1) This "S[cience]F[iction] Cover Explorer" is really cool. Thousands of covers, arranged by chronology and hue, in a collage. Pretty...

2) There's a new book out on American Modernist book cover design. Looks kinda interesting.

3) The pulp novels of the 50s and 60s often dealt with homosexuality while the rest of society ignored it. (Mind you, it wasn't a positive portrayal, exactly, but they at least acknowledged it existed.) Here are some of the salacious pulp covers now on exhibit at the San Francisco Public Library. Those pulp publishers sure knew how to write copy! An example: "He won the gay vote by a sinslide!" How can you not love that?!? I totally want to see a "sinslide," now. (Bet Scott has participated in a few of them in his time. Pictures, please, Scott!)

(#1 Via Bookninja; #2 Via Bookslut)

Quick Fashion Critique

I couldn't even approach the sartorial snarkiness of Go Fug Yourself if I had a month of Sundays to practice, but I have to share this fashion disaster story.

I have Jay Leno on (muted) with Debra Messing as the guest. Upon seeing what she's wearing, I immediately blurted (to myself, since everyone else in the house is asleep), "When did she become a Parisian whore circa 1900?" Seriously, y'all, she's wearing this embroidered red velvet dressing gown thing straight out of Gigi! She looks like she just got out of a rosewater bath in a bronze tub or something and is now entertaining her "patron" in the dressing room of her boudoir.

In another circumstance and with another woman, it might be really pretty, but on her on The Tonight Show? Not so much.

Birthday Report

The first day of my twenty-third year on Earth was pleasant, if not exactly exciting. I had a nice London broil dinner made for me and a cake and cards and presents and all the birthday good stuff. Really, I don't feel any different. I can't believe I'm the age I am, because I certainly don't feel "adult" or anything, but I'm not freaking out or anything. All in all, I had a nice day.

As far as gifts go, here's the rundown:

The Incomparably Asexual Cindy (aka The Unsinkable Cindy Best; aka The Notorious C.A.B.) sent me a more-than-generous Amazon gift certificate. I was mighty shocked and very touched when I received the email announcement. I love you, Cindy!

My mother bought me a pair of pillows last week. Not a terribly "fun" gift, but I desperately needed some new and better pillows.

My grandmother took me out on Tuesday and bought me a really nice Perry Ellis suit. My sister will be providing matching shoes (when I get up the energy to go shoe shopping).

My sister's boyfriend got me a Barnes & Noble giftcard. And my uncle's dog (it's traditional in my family for the dogs to "buy" gifts) got me a special Uno deck with cute dogs on them. I don't actually play Uno, but, as we all know, I'm a sucker for cute pooches, so I love it.

Finally, this weekend, I get another dinner, this time at Red Lobster (we're sophisticated gourmands, you see). All in all, I think I made out okay.

Oh, and thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday in the comments of the "Happy Birthday To Me" post. They were much appreciated.

Ewwww!!!

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" There's simply nothing else one can say!

Happy Birthday To Me!

Today, you, my legions of fans and admirers, may celebrate the fact that I have graced this sordid world with my presence for twenty-three years. For two decades, I've been a shining beacon of hope, progress, and all that is good in the human spirit. What did the world do before I came along? I simply have no idea.

I realize I was quite remiss in not letting you know of this joyous anniversary sooner, leaving you no time to buy gifts and/or plan a fabulous surprise birthday soiree. Fear not, though, because belated birthday presents are more than welcome. Money, sex, and/or jewelry would be particularly appreciated.

While I spend the day being feted and applauded by my nearest and dearest, those unfortunate enough to not know me personally can spend the time finding out what else happened on October 19 besides my glorious birth (as if anything could compare to that) by consulting the following sites: This Day In History, Wikipedia, History Channel, IMDb, Today In Science History, and Associated Press.

Simply UNDERful!

(Via Proceed at your own risk)

Happy Hunter's Moon!

If you're a early-morning reader on the East Coast of the U.S. (or a late night-reader on the West Coast), go outside and enjoy the Hunter's Moon that's currently out. And, if you're in touch with your savage, carnivorous side, take the opportunity to run down some tasty wildlife. Nothing like freshly-caught meat! Yum!

Gawker Bits

From the files of the ever-entertaining Gawker:

Bill Nye is no longer "The Science Guy," but a morning talk show pundit-cum-Abraham Lincoln impersonator.

You know this is nothing more than an excuse for bored Midwestern management types to get an expense-accounted trip to New York to enjoy all the hookers.

Just How Crazy AM I?

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	Low
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	Low
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	Low
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	High
Dependent Personality Disorder:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	High
-- Take the Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Info --

(Via The Quantum Pontiff)

Well, At Least He's Honest and Upfront!

Anyone interested in male bonding through consensual gangbangs? I think I'll pass, myself.

According To The Internet, I'm a Dinosaur Wizard

Wizard 14% Combativeness, 26% Sneakiness, 94% Intellect, 41% Spirituality

Brilliant! You are a Wizard! Wizards are spells-casters who study powerful arcane magic. While Wizards tend to be pretty fragile, some of those spells can pack quite a punch. Unlike Clerics, Wizards aren�t as good at fixing people as they are at breaking them, so watch where you toss that fireball� Your most distinctive trait is your intelligence. You're probably well learned and logical, if perhaps a bit fragile.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 2% on Combativeness You scored higher than 23% on Sneakiness You scored higher than 96% on Intellect You scored higher than 47% on Spirituality

Utahraptor - Large, yet swift, you never
let your pack down.
You play with wild abandon,
But are the most protective
of packmates.

Which Dromaeosaurid Are You?
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Heroes?

A poll was recently conducted at a British literary site on who people think are the greatest literary heroes of all time. Topping the list was Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. (Though, despite my defense of Pride & Prejudice here a few days ago, I can't entirely disagree with the statement, "The fact that Mr Darcy is number one says more about Colin Firth than it does Jane Austen.") Harry Potter was number two, Oliver Twist three, Pip from Great Expectations four, Romeo at five, the guy from The DaVinci Code nine, Frodo Baggins number ten, and Sherlock Holmes sixteen.

I really don't have much of an opinion about the results. These sort of polls really don't mean much, in my view, though literary people sure do like to bitch about them and look down their noses at the results. I do have to scratch my head, a little, however. Pip? Oliver Twist? Romeo? Heroes???? Protagonists, yes, but not really "heroes" as such. What did Pip do that's so heroic? What on earth did Romeo do except die?

(Via Bookslut)

Easy On The Caffeine, Mr. Owl!

I think this "Short-Eared Owl" is just a little too happy to see us. He's givin' me the creeps, y'all!

(Via The Bird & I # 8 via Pharyngula)

The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don

I discovered Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series a decade ago due to a fortuitious visit to a Florida bookstore, where I was given a free promotional copy of the first half of The Eye of the World (the first book in the series). I took it, read it, and was instantly hooked. In the over ten years since then, I've been hooked; at times, the series has been almost an obsession. For the past several years, though, as the books have slowed in pace (both in publication date and the flow of narrative) and declined in general quality, disappointment and sheer exasperation cooled my ardor. Or so I believed.

I've recently been rereading some of The Wheel of Time and the Jordan fever I thought long ago extinguished as come back in full force. The latest book, Knife of Dreams, came out Tuesday and I'm a bit embarrassed at how excited and eager I was to get it. I woke up early (for me) and everything and spent the rest of the day reading. I would have gobbled the whole thing up that day, except I made myself leave some for the next. It wasn't easy, believe you me.

As to the book itself, I liked it. I was a tad disappointed; the hype leading up to the book was quite high. However, it was definitely better than the last few books, actually got things done (the last few installments have been mired in ever-multiplying plotlines), and set the scene for the next, and last, book. Unfortunately, it'll be about two years before we'll see that. *sigh* I hope my fever goes down soon; otherwise, I'll never make it!

Robert Jordan's coming to Philly to do a signing this Saturday. I really want to go, but I'm nervous. I've never been to a book signing and I don't have anyone to go with. Wish me luck.

(Link via Bookslut)

Literary Causeries

A Zen koan: does an award mean anything if no one knows anything about it?

Paradise Lost is to be made into a movie. At last, Milton's true vision can be fulfilled! *snort* Mark my words: nothing but disaster will come of this.

(Via Bookslut)

The Course Of Love Is Rocky...

or is it stringy?

(Via Cosmic Variance)

A Shark's Tale

Even sharks know that Aussie boys are hot!

Academic Angst

Are blogs hazardous to the health of your career if you're an academic? As usual, there are lots of different opinions about that. I certainly don't have an answer. But it's just another example of why, increasingly, I'm questioning the academic path for myself. There just seems to be too much work to get a Ph.D., no guarantee of job security, little money, and too much petty politics involved. I just don't think I'm cut out for it.

If not academia, then, what? That's a really, really scary question. Without even the vague notion of an academic career, my future seems murkier than ever.

You Just Don't See This Kind Of Thing In American Football

More athletes need to drop trou in celebration. The coach's look of total bliss says it all.

A Self-Help Moment

If I can't offer model-quality good looks and/or an athlete's physique, I'm just going to have to depend on my wit and charm and sheer moxie to attract a man.

I'm doomed....

Happy Leif Erikson Day!

Go a-viking, if you dare! If you don't, send your kitties.

(Via The Bitter Scroll)

Now I'm Not One Of Those Austen Fanatics...

Heck, Pride & Prejudice is the only one of her books I can make myself read (I gave up on all the other ones about a chapter in), but, Ms. Crispin, you're a fool.

...I thought about all of those women who see themselves in Elizabeth Bennett or in her modern update, Bridget. Even Keira Knightley, in an interview with Empire Magazine, stated the reason she wanted to do the movie was because she saw herself as Elizabeth Bennett.

Isn’t the point of Elizabeth Bennett that she’s completely mediocre? Not a great mind, not a great wit, not a great beauty—something every adaptation except for Bridget Jones seems skip over. Can’t someone adapt a book like Jane Eyre, where the title character actually makes a decision and does something? Jane Eyre has yet to receive even a slightly acceptable adaptation, what with the great beauties that keep being cast in the role.

Umm... maybe women see themselves in Lizzy because she's mediocre. Most of us are, you know. (Though I'm really not sure it's true that Miss Eliza is strictly "mediocre"; she's "not a great mind, not a great wit, not a great beauty" in the view of people like Caroline Bennett, not exactly the most trustworthy source. In terms of her attractiveness, especially, we're dealing with a very different view of what's considered beautiful. Elizabeth's brown-haired and tall and athletic and tan. Today, she'd probably be considered a fox; back then, they went more for waifish, ethereal blondes whose idea of exercise was writing a long letter to Lady Snobbington-Noseintheair.)

And Jane Eyre? Make a decision? You mean like an aimless and planless walk through the countryside without a penny to her name until she stumbles across someone who takes her in? You mean like marrying a fellow who locked up his crazy wife in the attic, but only after he's been rendered emasculated by a fire? Yeah, all women should aspire to that kind of decision-making skill...

(Via Bookslut)

Shut UP!

Haven't we all had to deal with "The Guy in [Insert] Class Needs To Shut The Fuck Up"? He (and his female counterpart) are just one of those species endemic to college life.

(Via kinesthesis breakthrough)

You Gotta Kiss An Awful Lot Of Frogs To Find That Prince!

Joe. My. God. writes about the guys who were wrong for him and makes me almost glad I don't have a lovelife. Almost. *sigh*

The Things Site Meter Shows

I'm obsessed with my Site Meter statistics. Over the past week or so, they've show a fairly large spike in traffic. Referrals indicate that most of this is coming from Google Image searches. Not entirely shockingly (this is the Internet!), you mostly seem to be searching for bulges, wrestling, and just plain old hot guys.

More interesting to me are those of you looking for "naughty bookworms." Are you looking for something like this picture below, perhaps???

(Ian Duncan via The Great Cock Hunt)

If so, to you sick freaks, I say, "Howdy, fellas!" *LOL*

Yet, despite in the increased traffic, no one is commenting! Guys, I'm starting to feel really lonely and unappreciated. Stroke my ego and leave some sort of comment!

Serenity

Despite being a big fan of Buffy and Angel, as well as just a general sci-fi/fantasy geek, I didn't watch Joss Whedon's Western/space opera Firefly during its very short original run. However, over the summer, the SciFi Channel started rerunning the fourteen episodes that were made at seven o'clock on Firdays, right before the Stargates and Battlestar Galactica (all of which I'm a huge fan of), so I started watching and found I really liked it. Yeah, it's a bit anvilicious at times and the Western motifs are a bit jarring and downright nonsensical at times (I mean, how does a heavily Asian-influenced frontier culture start talking like John Wayne, anyway?), but it was still an interesting series that didn't deserve less than a season.

So, as newly-converted fan, I giddily went to see Serenity, the new Firefly movie, this weekend. I highly recommend it, people! It's pretty and smart and tragic and funny and has lots and lots of pretty men. And if we ever want to see some sequels, it needs to make money. So, go and see it! Take alone some friends. I promise, you won't be disappointed.

What Will They Think Of Next?

Vibrating condoms, apparently.

Hilarious, Comrade!

Those Russians sure are a hoot.

(Via Maud Newton)

Take Me Out/To The Black/Tell 'Em I Ain't Comin' Back...

You scored as Hoban 'Wash' Washburne. The Pilot. You are a leaf on the wind, see how you soar. You have a good job, and a stunning wife who loves you (and can kill people). Life is good, which is why you can't help smiling. Now if you can just get people to actually listen to your opinion things would be perfect. The Operative 44% River Tam 44% Hoban 'Wash' Washburne 44% Inara Serra 38% Zoe Alleyne Washburne 31% Simon Tam 31% Shepherd Derrial Book 25% Kaylee Frye 25% Capt. Mal Reynolds 19% Jayne Cobb 19% Which Serenity character are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Do People Not Have Mirrors Anymore?

I'm watching Conan O'Brien as I type this. He has Greg Behrendt, that guy who wrote that He's Just Not That Into You book (and some new one about break-ups), on and, between his over-highlighted blonde hair, half-hornrimmed glasses, and fake tan, he has to be the faggiest fag to ever fag it up in Fagville. Except he's straight.

Even worse, his hair is a monstrous example of that spikey/messy haircut the tasteless fags and "hipster" straight boys have been "rocking" lately. You know, the one where it looks like about fifty guys came on your head and the cum dried solid while a tornado swept through as you slept off a five day meth binge. People, what cracked-out queen hairdresser came up with this ridiculous hair "style"? 'Cause that Mary should be drawn and quartered. Even worse, why would anyone go along with it and probably pay five hundred dollars for the privilege of looking like a smacked ass?

Still More Evidence Of The Impending Apocalypse

First, Anna Nicole goes to the Supreme Court. Then, Ben Affleck could possibly sorta be considered for a run for the U.S. Senate. Now, Tom and Katie have spawned. (And, in the Courts of All That Is Holy,the Underseraphim for Entertainment Affairs decides to have Nicole Kidman get the 2007 Oscar for Best Actress AND Director.) These truly are the End Times...

You Mean Beyonce ISN'T A Feminist Firebrand?

She "grew up" y'all, and realized that drawing Jay-Z's bath and bringing him his slippers is actually empowering.

I mean, she kinda has a point in that it's fine to do things for your man if he does them for you. But, really, do you think Jay-Z's drawing baths and fetching slippers? No, he's (diamond-encrusted) pistol-whipping his bitches' asses.

Get Up, Stand Up!

Bob Marley has risen from the grave to champion the oppressed frat boy masses. Soon, Che Guevarra will follow Marley out of the grave to fight for the rights of rich white kids who think they're "edgy" because they wear T-shirts with the image of a brutal Communist thug.

*sigh* Why must middle-class white people such as myself so often be such tools?

(P.S. Is it wrong that I find the "frat boy" puking in this picture incredibly hot?)

(Via Bookninja)

Lipitor, Here I Come!

Went to the doctor's yesterday for an earache and sore throat. While I was there, we discussed the results of that blood test I got about two weeks ago. No sign of diabetes or a thyroid problem, so my weight gain has no medical basis. Everything else was fine, too, except my "good cholesterol" is a bit low and my "bad cholesterol" is a bit high. He isn't going to put me on any sort of medication for it. He said at my age cardiovascular exercise should be adequate. I hate exercise, but I have been doing the treadmill four times a week, so hopefully that'll help.

Still, I'm sure this will all end in Lipitor addiction and/or a minor heart attack by 30. (I'm just joking, BTW, C. I don't intend to have a heart attack any time soon.)

A Wise Decision

Sometimes, governments aren't complete morons. For example, in the 1930s, the British government realized that censorship of lesbian books would just end up creating more publicity. Now, it might not have been exactly enlightened (I don't think they were pro-lesbian, per se), but it's certainly astute.

That's what always gets me about boycotts and bannings and things: those doing it just don't seem to realize it's almost always counterproductive.

(Via Bookninja)

Well, THAT Ruined My Day

I had a doctor's appointment at one o'clock today (just a little sore throat/earache). So I got there about 12:45/12:50 and went to park in between two cars. Well, apparently I didn't have as much room as I thought in between the two cars and I ended up hitting the one on the passenger side, though it really was just a scratch. The woman in the car, a drug rep, was kinda pissed at first, so I was a bit worried this would spiral out of control, but she soon calmed. It was a company car and she didn't know what to do, so she called her company and they said she had to get a police report. Meanwhile, I went in and rescheduled my appointment for tomorrow. Couple of minutes later, the policeman came, was supremely bored and indifferent to the whole thing (not much reason for him to get excited, really), we filled everything out, and now here I am typing this up.

It really isn't all that big a deal. As I said, it was just a scratch; my mother (who came towards the end of the police report filing) said the company might not even bother to report it since it's so minor. Still, it's the kind of thing that really ruins your day.

You Mean I'm GAY?!?!?

You scored as an Out and Proud Queer. Everyone knows you are gay, and if they don't, they soon will! Just watch out for those rural parts of America where Rainbows are something shot at with shotguns by rednecks! Out and Proud Queer 60% Politiqueer 50% Drag Queen 40% Abercromibe Boi 20% Circuit Boy 20% Drama Queen 20% Gym Bunny 10% Str8 boi 10% Twink 0% Attitude Queen 0% Slut 0% Mess 0% What gay personality are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Science & Beauty

Bourgeois Nerd's been a bit text-heavy of late, so I wanted to put up something pretty. Serendipitously, I ran across the website of the Visions of Science contest, which is an annual competition for images both scientific and aesthetically-pleasing. I've posted my favorites below. Enjoy.

(Via BBC Science/Nature)

Liquid Crystals
Karen Neill

"Starfish" on a Leaf
Dr. Stephanie Schüller

Red Pendulum
Joe Coppin

Apologies To Communication Majors...

...but this headline is just too rich to pass up!

Founding Daddy

They've redesigned the $10 bill. Supposedly, they did it to help combat counterfeiting, but I think they just wanted to show how much of a hottie Alexander Hamiton was!

(Via Gawker)