The universe may have more of it than anybody ever imagined, says this two-timing scientist.

Although you’re still late for your meeting.

I’m still way, way behind in posting the fun pics from the trip. Came across this one night while flipping channels in Guadeloupe:

As you can see, it’s not the mob, it’s le mur, "the wall."

The very first question I saw was in — what else? — French literature:

For those who want to play along: what literary genre made Racine famous?

While you’re mulling that, if you take a good look, you’ll notice that a bunch of the folks in le mur are in costume. (I don’t know if they do this in the American version; I’ve only seen it for a few seconds.)

In the fourth and fifth rows up on the right are ten people dressed as French chefs, complete with white toques and egg-beating whisks to wave in the air. How odd.

If you look closely at upper left, there’s also one guy dressed up as what seems to be a French stereotype of a cornpone American. (Or maybe he’s just some French dude who genuinely likes wearing yoked shirts and cowboy hats. I have no idea.)

Anyhow, of the entire mob, only one guy didn’t know that Racine wrote tragedies.  Holy crap.

And it was the cowboy. Bien sûr.

The toque-wearing cuisine-eaters then started banging their whisks proudly on the desk.

Y’know what I enjoy most about France?

It is so goddammed French, that’s what.

This week’s wee beastie is a reader contribution from a while back — a dik-dik, the supermodel of the tiny ungulate world:

Dik-diks usually look like this during summer picnics, just before the 3-legged dik-dik race.

But dik-diks wouldn’t dream of tying one of their legs to another dik-dik. It would ruin the line of their look. So instead they just sort of pull their back legs together and mince around. When one of the pudus barks "Go," the dik-diks all speed-mince toward the finish line.

The winner isn’t the one who comes first. The winner is the one who goes home with the really cute gerenuk afterward.

Then the other dik-diks gossip about how the gerenuk secretly drinks, and he can’t hold a job.

MSNBC reports on how the Fort Dix conspiracy suspects got caught:

Good to know the FBI was able to catch guys who had surveilled themselves.

Spotted via TPM.

My buddy David grew up in L.A. and has been a huge Dodgers fan his whole life.  He also used to dream about being an actor when he was a kid.

In a couple of weeks, he’s playing in the annual Hollywood Stars benefit game at Dodger Stadium.

Damn, it’s good to see nice people who work their tuchises off have their childhood dreams come true.

PS — I have no idea what the plural of tuchis is.  Tuches?