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Gacked from cyberducks

You Are the Very Gay Bert and Ernie!

Two grown puppets living together, sleeping in the same room? They've even got coordinating striped shirts!

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

*snickers*
*looks at computer clock* *yelps* *runs to work*

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We need to speed up research because we need...

Winged Monkeys for carolive

Pet Velociraptor for elseware

Methos for evildrem

Dragon for calime33

and for

Please sign the petition in support of the European Commission's proposed Open Access to Research Results!

You know, the petition is sense making. Shoo, go, sign. Please.

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I did it a while back when it was going 'round, but I was tagged again by babydraco, so...
Rules:
1.] grab the nearest book.
2.] open the book to page 23.
3.] find the fifth sentence.
4.] post the text of the next three sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5.] don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! i know you were thinking about it! just pick up whatever is closest.
6.] tag five other people to do the same.
Book - "The End of Faith" by Sam Harris
"And so it is that every human being comes to desire genuine knowledge about the world. This has always posed a special problem for religion, because every religion preaches the truth of propositions for which it has no evidence. In fact, every religion preaches the truth of propositions for which no evidence is even conceivable."

An interesting book, recced by someone from lj-land...and I really ought to finish it, despite being pressed for free time lately. Finishing it would mean I could make an oral summary for my Granny and discuss it with her (I adore my Granny who with almost no eyesight at age 86 has still brains and will strong enough to be someone I can discuss neuroscientific theories about the basis of belief, the idea of religion and other stuff with).
Also, that'd mean I could pick up Roger Zelazny's short stories waiting under Sam Harris next.
And no, there aren't currently any books in Estonian on my bedside table. Maybe I ought to be somehow disturbed by it, but to my shame, I'm not.
Also, not tagging anyone specifically. Just... "Tag, you're it!"