If you show me That, say, homeopathy works, Then I will change my mind I’ll spin on a fucking dime I’ll be embarrassed as hell, But I will run through the streets yelling It’s a miracle! Take physics and bin it! Water has memory! And while its memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite It somehow forgets all the poo it’s had in it!
You show me that it works and how it works And when I’ve recovered from the shock I will take a compass and carve Fancy That on the side of my cock.
Tim Minchin, Storm
Dammit, how do you get line-breaks? It’s a poem, but the stanzas get flowed into paragraphs.
That one seemed a little preachy and “rah-rah science” to me. I much preferred his “Fuck the Poor”:
Fuck the poor! I’m not pretending anymore That I really give two shits about Some kids in Bangalore. I’m more interested in footie Than seeing the Solomons rebuilt, But I’ll give you 50 bucks to take away my guilt.
Tim Minchin, Storm
Dammit, how do you get line-breaks? It’s a poem, but the stanzas get flowed into paragraphs.
That one seemed a little preachy and “rah-rah science” to me. I much preferred his “Fuck the Poor”:
I like to think of it as another post that’s about not just about the quote itself but how a Less Wrong context completely changes its meaning.
For those who haven’t heard the whole thing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujUQn0HhGEk
Two spaces at the end of a line.
thanks!
please correct “it’s memory” to “its memory” too.
Nice poem, btw :-)
OK