Orac is the nom de blog of a humble surgeon/scientist who has an ego just big enough to delude himself that someone, somewhere might actually give a rodent's posterior about his copious verbal meanderings, but just barely small enough to admit to himself that few probably will. That surgeon is otherwise known as David Gorski.
That this particular surgeon has chosen his nom de blog based on a rather cranky and arrogant computer shaped like a clear box of blinking lights that he originally encountered when he became a fan of a 35 year old British SF television show whose special effects were renowned for their BBC/Doctor Who-style low budget look, but whose stories nonetheless resulted in some of the best, most innovative science fiction ever televised, should tell you nearly all that you need to know about Orac. (That, and the length of the preceding sentence.)
DISCLAIMER:: The various written meanderings here are the opinions of Orac and Orac alone, written on his own time. They should never be construed as representing the opinions of any other person or entity, especially Orac's cancer center, department of surgery, medical school, or university. Also note that Orac is nonpartisan; he is more than willing to criticize the statements of anyone, regardless of of political leanings, if that anyone advocates pseudoscience or quackery. Finally, medical commentary is not to be construed in any way as medical advice.
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13 replies on “Could it be I was wrong all along?”
We should all do our part to stop global warming.
I’m going to become a Pirate.
Golly, I still drink milk. I must be especially cautious.
Today, I move on to the hard stuff – Ovaltine!
An investment banker got tired of the rat race so he decided to move out to the country and raise alpacas. He was checking out a small town and he chatted up one of the locals at the country store.
“Is the environment here healthy?” he asked.
“You betcha. When I first came here, I didn’t have a hair on my head. I was incontinent of urine and of feces. I couldn’t take a step — I had to be carried from my bed to the bath. And just look at me now!” said the yokel, his cheeks glowing pink and his beating his chest with a strong, brown hand.
“How long have you been here?” asked the city slicker.
“Oh, I was born here.”
Interesting piece in The Telegraph
Russiaâs witches and wizards face ad ban to protect cancer victims
Be sure to read to the end. o.O
For another take: http://xkcd.com/552/
Hasn’t global warming slowed down a bit during the last few years (at least if an AGW denialist squints just right at a carefully selected portion of the past decade) while piracy has increased of the coast of Somalia. There must be something to it.
*passes the rum keg and pasta bowl to Jim*
Actually considering how few humans on the planet drink the milk of other species, I suspect that most drug addicts did not start off drinking milk.
But the price of rum has gone up! First, we need to slash the salaries of Presbyterian ministers.
This is off-topic, but given your interest in the vaccine-autism debate and the Lupron-injecting, IRB-violating Geiers in particular, you might want to check out this new article out of Florida.
The Geiers now want access to the state’s immunization database, and Governor Charlie Crist and his biggest donor, a chiropractor, are apparently pressuring health officials to give them that access.
And three minutes after you post that link, there is a new article. Wow! Orac is fast! 😉