Things have occurred recently.
I would have to agree with you there.
Of course Ben. I'm always right, you know. Just ask
So anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, things have occurred.
You see generally things tend to occur with such intensely boring predictability that I feel it is a waste of time to turn my precious attention to them.
Let's face it. Most of the working day is spent doing other things. Dreaming up pie-in-the-sky, grandiose ideas, for instance. We imagine running our own record store/book store/art gallery/bed and breakfast/ski resort. We fantasise about writing a children's novel/TV script/memoir/text book on string theory. We swoon at the thought of stealing our annoying workmate's food/turning all their possessions upside down/carving their cornea out with a set of calipers....
And the time that we are not doing all of the above, we are doing work. Obviously.
We're all familiar with the mundane script of life by now. Or are we?
Today at work, I learnt a lil' something.
Wait for it..........
I am closely related to Skippy.
And...........
So are you!
Dear Santa, I have been very good this year, can you please pop one of these in my stocking? Guilelessly, Kid A.
That's right. The genome of dear ol' Skippy has much in common with that of yours truly and yours not so truly (that's you).
Apparently those that are more proficient in the area of science than I, under the more-than-slightly-dubious auspices of the Centre of Excellence for Kangaroo Genomics, have mapped the more-than-mildly-aggressive marsupial’s genetic code.
Some smart lady said: “There are a few differences, we have a few more of this, a few less of that but they are the same genes and a lot of them are in the same order.”
And like pizza, rice paddies and
Other random 'roo facts include (1) their farts do not contain methane so are not a blight on our environment unlike those bovine beasts and (2) are quite delicious when served with a shiraz blend.
My pecs are bigger than Peter Andre's -- oh yeah!
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