Get fucked, happy people

Finally, an explanation for why despite a decade-long chemical campaign against healthy brain function, one that has yielded a multitude of events which would best be forgotten, I can still readily recall virtually every petty, inconsequential event that has transpired since my birth.

SYDNEY (Reuters Life!) - Bad moods can actually be good for you, with an Australian study finding that being sad make people less gullible, improves their ability to judge others and also boosts memory.

The grand irony here is that news of this puts me in a good mood, one compounded by the knowledge that the pleasantness won't last and the bad mood will return... which pleases me. Yet I'm troubled by all of this sudden optimism and-- fuck it, I need to lie down. In a bar.

Robobama

Our possibly robotic/cardboard/wax replica President, meeting and greeting the swells during a function at the Metropolitan Museum in NYC as compiled by Eric Spiegelman.

Can he really turn that thousand watt smile on and off in such a dependable manner hundreds upon hundreds of times in a row? Or is he in danger of snapping one day, heading into the kitchen to destroy all the fine china, finally violently accosting the head chef and an staffers that try to make him go back out to greet people again? Perhaps his brain has been severed from his central nervous system? I think he's just that excited to see the President of Senegal and the Prime Minister of Albania. Who wouldn't be?