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There is an ad running on television currently for Crown Royal Whiskey in which a man walks into a bar and says something slightly garbled that sounds like, “Bumroll, on the rocks.” The bartender pours him a drink, and the olives in other people’s drinks all turn like little eyes to look longingly at the whiskey. Since it’s an ad for Crown Royal he presumably must actually be asking for a “Crown Royal on the rocks,” rather than a bumroll (a word with more than one definition), but somehow you’d think that after however many takes they shot they could have picked one in which the actor pronounced the name of the product clearly.

In the hallways of the basement of the Medical Education Building, where old junk goes to wait for its final disposition, we see an example of the old joke about throwing away a trash can. Several battered old cans have been sitting for some time, with signs stating, “This trash can is trash. Please take it away.” No one seems to be in a hurry to do so.

Via Dave Barry’s blog, and thanks to Mike Zlotnick, the world has now been alerted to Heather Firth’s Earth Erotica photography of rock formations and the like that just happen bear a striking resemblance to certain highly interesting portions of the human body. It’s really quite beautiful photography, and shows the wonder of erosion and human imagination working together.