Do you want cheeseburger fries with that?
Try as I might (and those who know me know that this is exactly the sort of thing I love to eat), I can’t make it sound good. I mean, I’ll try it, of course, but right now I can’t imagine enjoying it.

The Dixie Chicks "don’t feel part of the country scene any longer," and "now consider ourselves part of the big Rock ‘n’ Roll family." I didn’t know it worked that way. Are they going to stop recording country music? Will anyone care? I admire them for their willingness to speak their minds, and I don’t even hate their stuff, but I had somehow imagined that you couldn’t just declare yourself a rock act.

The Loebner Prize is an anuual Turing test. The BBC tells us mostly about the only UK finalist, Jabberwacky, whose purely adaptive methodology is unique in this year’s field: "Nothing is hard-coded, nothing is fixed, and it changes slightly, on its own, every day. Jabberwacky doesn’t have just one personality, and to a reasonable degree, tends to reflect the users back to themselves." You can chat with the bot at the Jabberwacky site, though it seems to be a little busy just now. Looking for a third win is Alice, which won 2001’s event, taking home the annual bronze medal (silver and gold are one-time prizes for (respectively) text-based and audio-visual fooling of all the judges). Ella, last year’s winner, doesn’t appear to be playing this year.

I had no idea that Dewey is a commercial product.

It’s cheesy, and not as funny as I might like, but this tribute to everybody’s favorite thrilling desert experience does seem to capture the essentials.

Slated for a November relase, Let It Be…Naked. Removes the Phil Spector touches, which apparently Paul always hated. In other bad Spector news, police have decided that he was responsible for shooting that woman in February.
Oh, yeah. Arr, matey. Avast and whatnot.

Canada’s most celebrated gay married couple refused to compromise in filling out customs forms, and were therefore denied entry to the Defended Homeland. It’s a shame there’s no international full faith and credit clause. No predictions on whether this leads to a reduction in stupidity, since I’d like to be optimistic, but I hate to predict the wrong thing.

Okay, so anonymous sex in public places is risky. Got it. But how cool is England, where people engaged in it are ‘committing no offence unless they are witnessed by a member of the public who can be defined as “outraged” in the eyes of the law.’ I have no idea (and I’m the least research-inclined blogger here) what the laws regarding public sex are in the various states, but I have a hard time believing any of them is that liberal.

Have you ever wanted to do research into what makes flatulence smell bad, but you were afraid you might have to design some sort of fancy gizmo to do the analysis, because who would voluntarily smell a variety of farts? Fear no more; there are apparently people who will do just about anything for science.
Other favorites: Hot-zone Superintendent and Fistula Feeder.