Scientific Shocker: Men Like Breasts! A Lot!

OK, so it's not just me then:

WOMEN have long complained that their faces are often the last thing men look at - and now a scientific study has proved them right.

Researchers found that virtually half - 47 per cent - of men first glance at a woman’s breasts.

A third of the "first fixations" are on the waist and hips, while fewer than 20 per cent look at the woman's face.

Not only are breasts often the first thing men look at, they also glance at them for longer than any other body part, the experts discovered, the Daily Mail newspaper in the UK reported.

I know, I know, "Any excuse to post a picture of a three-breasted woman on your blog, JBW". Hell, there are a few girls I know whom I'm still not even sure have faces or not. And admit it, guys: This is exactly what happened when you saw the picture above. They're almost hypnotic...

Of course men can hardly be blamed for our mammarian predilections. Male hominids have been conditioned over millions of years of evolution to prefer females with large breasts and round hips so that they will be better able to birth and nourish our offspring. On the flip side, females prefer males with strong arms and broad shoulders and chests so that they will be better able to provide food and protection for those same offspring. As modern humans our current level of technological sophistication negates most of these primal needs but that hardly makes us any less susceptible to them. Now try that explanation out on your wife and/or girlfriend the next time she catches you staring at another woman's chest and tell me how it works out for you.

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Something Someone Else Said

"What he has achieved in his 48 years is simply astounding. Consider the odds. The United States is a nation of more than 300 million citizens. Only one person is currently the Commander in Chief. That man had no fatherly guidance, is of mixed race, and had no family connections to guide him into the world of national politics. That adds up to one simple truth that every American child should be told: 'If Barack Obama can become the President of the United States, then whatever dream you may have can happen in your life." -Bill O'Reilly, sounding surprisingly fair and balanced. I'm speechless.

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Brain Rage Is Going To Mars

Regular readers may have noticed that I have a bit of an interest in space exploration of both the fictional and reality-based kind. When I was a little kid I wanted to be an astronaut and it is still one of my lifelong ambitions to go into space, even if it's only as a tourist in low Earth orbit. But one of my main interests and passions has always been the planet Mars. I studied the Cydonia Face pictures as a kid, lamented the crash of the Climate Orbiter in 1999, followed the progress of the rovers Spirit and Opportunity in 2003, and I've read science-fiction author Kim Stanley Robinson's epic trilogy Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars so many times that I have an intricate knowledge of the planets major features and topography (I just threw Paul Verhoeven's Total Recall into my PS3 as I started writing this post just to get me into that "Mars" mood; "Consider dat a divorce!").

I've just read that NASA is sending another rover to the red planet in 2011 and they're letting anyone who so chooses add their names to a microchip that will be onboard and will eventually spend the rest of its existence there (providing that it isn't retrieved at some later date and placed in a Mars museum installation on Earth but I have a feeling that such an exhibit would most likely be permanently located on its planet of study). So in a few short years "Brain Rage" will be encoded upon that chip and will be placed upon my second favorite planet in the solar system (Earth wins that contest because of its breathable atmosphere and its abundance of pubs and taverns but Mars may surpass it at some point in the future if the science of terraforming really takes off, although I suspect that I may not be around to actually change my mind on the subject at that time). You can add your name to the chip at this link. Join me amongst the stars, won't you?

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Obamatopia Classic

Do you remember that flush you felt whenever you thought about Barack Obama 6 months ago? Actually, neither do I, but I have to say: the world looks pretty good after 2 terms:

Middle East 2.0

As the dollar wilts and many Americans struggle just to make their inflated mortgage payments, the folks in Dubai are paving their streets with gold and platinum-plating every new building in the country; OK, they're probably not doing that but they obviously aren't hurting for cash as they announce the latest of many grandiose construction projects for the upstart Arabian emirate:

Costing a whopping $281 million, the new fountains will shoot water 450 feet into the air and pump 22,000 gallons of water through it at any given time. 6,600 lights and 50 projectors will shoot video and images onto the spray as its in the air, making it a remarkable sight, especially seeing that it'll be installed in the middle of the desert. It should be complete sometime next year, if you're a fountain enthusiast and want to go check it out.

Some of you might remember the innovative dynamic architecture project from a few weeks back. I haven't ever had plans to visit Dubai City but if they follow through on all of their proposed architectural plans I just may have to drop in someday on the fastest growing city in the world. How cool would that be?

Quote For The Day

"You make your own dream. That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story. That's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself. That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be. There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you." -John Lennon

On a side note, I've had numerous inquiries as to what "Laudo Pro Dies" means, as well as complaints that nobody knows how to pronounce it. Coupled with the fact that I'm not even sure if I'm using proper Latin grammar, I've decided to retire this unwieldy, and some might say pretentious (you know who you are), appellation. Keeping it real here at Brain Rage.