I swear, I had an idea for a thought-provoking, insightful write up about an article in this month’s Skeptical Inquirer, but then…on YouTube…I discovered…Death Metal Baby! It’s, like, an entire freaking genre of it’s own! And then I showed Hubby and we have devolved into gasping, giggling morons who can’t look at each other without losing it again and yelling DAH YAH YAH! at each other. And it’s all this baby’s fault:
If you need something a bit more brainy to get you riled up with your morning coffee, check out the ridiculousness that BlagHag found.