[b]Mary Roach
Gravity is why there are suns and planets in the first place. It is practically God.[/b]
Not that it explains much.
Please beware, came his reply, There are a lot of people who believe that just because we don’t have an explanation for something, it’s quantum mechanics.
And that’s practically God.
I will tell you sincerely and without exaggeration that the best part of lunch today at the NASA Ames cafeteria is the urine. It is clear and sweet, though not in the way mountain streams are said to be clear and sweet. More in the way of Karo syrup. The urine has been desalinated by osmotic pressure. Basically it swapped molecules with a concentrated sugar solution. Urine is a salty substance, and if you were to drink it in an effort to rehydrate yourself, it would have the opposite effect. But once the salt is taken care of and the distasteful organic molecules have been trapped in an activated charcoal filter, urine is a restorative and surprisingly drinkable lunchtime beverage. I was about to use the word unobjectionable, but that’s not accurate. People object. They object a lot.
So, is there a rendition of this for shit?
I like the term “decedent.” It’s as though the man weren’t dead, but merely involved in some sort of protracted legal dispute.
With the Devil maybe.
For evident reasons, mortuary science is awash with euphemisms. “Don’t say stiff, corpse, cadaver,” scolds The Principles and Practice of Embalming. "Say decedent, remains or Mr. Blank. Don’t say ‘keep.’ Say ‘maintain preservation.’…"Wrinkles are “acquired facial markings.” Decomposed brain that filters down through a damaged skull and bubbles out the nose is "frothy purge.”
Frothy purge? They can’t do better than that?
Cheese crumbs spread in front of a copulating pair of rats may distract the female, but not the male.
Sounds like something Satyr might make use of.