She Could Use A Chiropractor

She Could Use A Chiropractor

I’d like to point out I haven’t cropped this in anyway. The face wasn’t important for this panel, apparently. We instead are focused on another vital part of Power Girls anatomy.

I of course mean her lower back. I imagine the active lifestyle of a superheroine plays havoc on her spine. She could use a chiropractor. Or maybe some Wonder Woman spankings would set her spine straight.

Speaking of chiropractors, let’s talk about a guy named Simon Singh.

Simon is a journalist and lecturer specializing in science and mathematics, holds a PHD in Particle Physics, and is one of the smartest men I ever had the pleasure of meeting, after I attended one of his many brilliant lectures.

He’s also the man who called bullshit on chiropractors conning people the country over, then got sued by the entire profession. And won.

Back in 2008 he wrote an article for the Guardian questioning claims of chiropractors’ that their treatment could assist children with ear infections, bed wetting, colic, asthma, and a whole malady of illnesses.

He gave the opinion that they ‘happily promotes bogus treatments’ with ‘not a jot of evidence’.

The chiropractic community responded with typical grace and dignity expected from a trusted medical profession when a scientist gives an opinion in a newspaper – they sued him for libel.

At the risk of his professional career and complete financial ruin if her lost, he decided to fight the case.

The chiropractors argued that he had stated his opinion as a fact, accusing them of knowingly pushing ineffective and potentially harmful treatments based on no evidence.

The Judges didn’t agree. They found that Singh had the evidence to back him up. If the chiropractors wanted to continue the case, they’s have to argue against scientific fact they were bull-shitting people.

They quickly dropped the case after that.

But the fallout didn’t just end there. Singh’s case resulted in a slew of chiropractors being put under investigation for allegedly making misleading claims in advertisements. At one point, one-in-four practitioners in Britain were placed under investigation.

You have to admire a man who doesn’t back down when he knows a great injustice is happening,  and where he could just roll over and just let them get away with it risks it all fighting them.

I would seriously recommend you picking up any one of his books. Personally, I’d recommend his book on the Big Bang Theory, the aptly titled Big Bang. I absolutely loved that book. And just remember: it was written by a scientific bad-ass.

Pretty Gangster

Pretty Gangster

I like to think I’m a pretty courteous driver. Not out of being a good person in general, but from my irrational fear that the one guy I cut off in a rage will be some kind of mafia boss who can put a hit out on me, no questions asked. A lot of expensive 4x4s with tinted windows around my area, so it’s a distinct possibility at least one is a petty drug dealer.

Or is that just a cliche from the movies? Maybe they’re nice estate agents who want to drive fancy cars, but feel so bad that you can only afford a crappy hatchback that they hide their smug faces.

Problem?

Problem?

Originally this picture from the latest trailer of Star Trek Into Darkness was going to be spring board for a diatribe about the annoying habit blockbusters have these days of putting scantily clad women in their trailers to ‘spice them up’. Sorry guys, but if I want scantily clad ladies I have a whole internet full to the brim of them.

But then I noticed above and to the left of her head the lights with nothing but 3′s.

Could this be an in reference to The Next Generation? Is this a sign that the plot of the movie involves time loops? Will Commander Data have to swoop in to sort this mess out? Will Kelsey Grammer be making a strangely low key cameo?

Of course not. Because that’s bat shit insane. And this whole post was a hypocritical attempt to fill this blog with scantily clad ladies. Everything you know is a lie.

So Yeah… This is Dave…

So Yeah... This is Dave...

I’ve been alive for a long time. One of the few things I seem to be doing right is living. I’ve died once, technically, when my heart stopped for 60 seconds after I drank too many Red Bulls. Apart from that blip, I like to think I’m a professional alive person.

I’ve lived in my body for almost all of that time. I like to think I know it pretty well. Its moods, its features, its strengths and weaknesses. And yet the other day I noticed for the first time that I have a pea sized dent in my skull.

Apparently it’s not new. I asked my mum about it and she said it’s from when I was two and I whacked my head on corner of the boot of the car. I had no recollection of this incident, nor noticing it before.

I kinda feel that’s like living in a house for 20 years and never noticing you have room filled with asbestos. Scary, and potentially a massive health concern.

This Never Happened

This Never Happened

Every time I’m in town and I pass one of those dull multi-story office buildings nondescript receptions and foyers, I secretly wonder if it’s some sort of outpost for the Ministry of Magic or the Men In Black. More than likely it’s a financial office of a subsection of insurance conglomerate, filled with bored middle aged, middle management types like this guy. A man can dream though.

How far do you think a guy could get into one of those buildings with nothing more than the suit on his back and a clipboard? Just pretending you were some kind of inspector. I bet you could make the manager sit outside of his office for hours doing that. You could just sit there all day, and have some hooker dressed as Batgirl fiddle with you under the desk.

That’s what I like to imagine is happening here. Some guy sitting in the head office of the Ministry of Magic building with a hooker dressed as Batgirl.