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Thursday, March 11th, 2010“Honey, Does This Saddle Make My Ass Look Fat?”
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010Of course, any male who saw Disney’s Fantasia in his adolescence has a bit of a centaur filly fetish.
It may be a sign of my geekiness, however, that even as a besotted teenager, I had a bit of literal “refrigerator logic”. To wit, “How do they eat?”
Today, with the Webz and all, I had the opportunity to work out some rough calculations.
To start with, A 1000 pound horse requires about 15,000 Calories a day, that’s big-C Calories. Horse digestive tracts are very inefficient, and require about 25 pounds a day of mixed fodder, that is, forage (hay) and concentrate (oats, molasses, corn, and the like). Obviously, there’s no way for a human mouth, with human teeth, to chew through 25 pounds a day of horse feed.
And let’s not talk about grazing with a flat face.
Of course, the far more efficient human digestive tract can eat much more concentrated foods, like meat. Maybe that helps. Accordingly, the following numbers are based on scaled-up human internals.
A pound of sugar is 1760 Calories. That means that a centaur eating pure sugar needs about 8-1/2 pounds of sugar every single goddamn day.
A pound of fried bacon is 2448 Calories; a carnivorous centaur would want about 6 pounds a day. (I choose bacon because a] it’s tasty and b] it’s a nice mix of protein and fat.)
Then there’s fiber. A human on a 2000 C/day diet needs about 25 g/day. Converting to pounds and scaling up to 15,000 C/day yields about 1/2 lb/day of pure, indigestible fiber. “I buy ‘er books and buy ‘er books and she just eats the cov… uhp, nope, just swallowed the whole damn thing. ”
Hah, hah, nobody eats books! So let’s look into apples…. Holy, uh, crap. There’s about 0.7 g of fiber in an apple. Converting to pounds, that’s in excess of 320 apples a day to keep the vet away.
But at least you now have an excellent excuse to wash down your meals with, yes:

…A bacon beer mug, which will help a little with the 8 or 10 gallons a day of water a lightly worked horse will need. Or, hey, splurge, and have a candied bacon ice cream float for dessert.
Of course, no body eats exclusively any one kind of food.
A Big Mac is about 540 Calories. Now, a Big Mac contributes to nutrition in several different ways, but going by calories alone, my hooved belooved would not be a cheap date: she’d need about 27 a day, at a cost of around a hundred bucks.
If she wants fries with that, she’d need about 13 Big Mac meals with medium fries and Coke. That’s a bit of a savings, only $80.
The dietary math is a little easier if your centaur chassis has a pony form-factor. Multiply everything by about 0.7, but remember, equines can only carry about a fifth of their weight. I’m too heavy for a 1000-lb horse; only a very lean young man, weighing at most 125 lbs, could ride his 700 lb pony girlfriend.
[update]
And speaking of ponies, note that Disney’s fillies are not only very small ponies, but lack the pot belly evident on real ponies. They have human digestive systems, not equine, and indeed, they later appear at a human-style banquet — although not with centaur-sized portions.
I was referred to Celesta, a photo-morphed image by “The Phantom Inker” of a lady centaur. Note how her human torso seems way too small for the horse body. She would be better proportioned as a pony. I may have to fool around with that.

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Then there’s breathing. The breath-to-breath measurement is called tidal volume.
For humans, tidal volume is about 0.5 liters.
For horses? About 6.0 liters, twelve times what a human needs. That means nostrils, and a windpipe, about four times the diameter of a human’s. And those are resting values.
So, conclusion?
No. Hell, no. You can’t eat like a horse, or even breath like a horse, through a human mouth.
Update:
Heh. I’m pointed to this episode of The Wotch. The young lady is a centaur who hides her equine body with an invisibility spell; we, of course, are not affected.
Holes In One. Lots of ‘Em
Saturday, February 27th, 2010Penny Arcade strikes again, viciously and unconscionably resorting to the lowest kind of truth telling in the name of crass humor:
Those malicious fiends! They must be stopped! They’ll spoil the Narrative!
“No Gradient To Evil”
Wednesday, February 17th, 2010OK, Gabe is the artist for a rude gaming cartoon (which also happens to be one of the most consistently funny webtoons out there).
Anyway, today Gabe tells this story on his son, and for some reason, I think it holds a great truth. Can’t quite tease it out, but here it is:
On this particular occasion [my son] was playing the role of the emperor while I was Luke Skywalker. He had seated himself in my computer chair and when he spun around to face me I saw that he had placed a toy Lightsaber on the arm rest. He patted it gently and said “You want this don’t you?” I could not help but laugh at how ridiculous the scene was. This bothered him and he told me not to laugh at him because he was the emperor and he was evil. “Yes I know.” I told him and tried to get my act together but his little angry eyes underneath the hood of his Mickey Mouse sweatshirt made me laugh even more. “I’m bad.” he said and as if to prove it told me “I litter!”
“What?” I asked “What do you mean you litter?” He pushed back his hood and looked at me seriously “Well littering is against the law and the Emperor does all bad things right?” I imagined the Emperor stalking the halls of the Deathstar and munching on a snickers bar. He finishes the last bite and throws the crumpled wrapper over his shoulder. An Imperial Guard bends to snatch it up and the Emperor raises a hand. “Leave it.” he croaks. The guard pauses, his red gloved hand shudders as it hovers over the bit of garbage lying there on the Deathstar’s polished Durasteel floor. The emperor watches the guard’s discomfort with growing satisfaction, a smile creasing his shriveled face. The Guard stands and follows the Emperor away and he can not help but spare a backwards glance at the trash he left behind. With the glance comes a thought, a thought he will never share out-loud but one that shakes him to his very core. “I serve a monster!”
I looked at my son and realized that in his five year old mind there is no gradient to evil. For him, the act of destroying Alderaan and littering are equal. The sort of person who could to one might easily do the other. I smiled at him “Of course he litters son. He litters all the time.” He smiled knowingly and I reached out with the force to summon my Lightsaber.
“It’s Just News”
Wednesday, February 17th, 2010This is so spot-on, I kept feeling like I was watching something important. All the cues are there….
Includes the Most British Word Ever: “Dowdy”.
“Stand Back! I’m Going To Try SCIENCE!”
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010Shit fire and give up matches, who’da guessed?
“Optimal Waist-to-Hip Ratios in Women Activate Neural Reward Centers in Men”
So, here’s my plan to make a million bucks: I’ll take pictures of young women with optimal waist to hip ratios (0.7), possibly wearing skimpy clothing (the women, not me), post ‘em on the intertubes, and….
PROFIT!!!
Secondary sexual characteristics convey information about reproductive potential. In the same way that facial symmetry and masculinity, and shoulder-to-hip ratio convey information about reproductive/genetic quality in males, waist-to-hip-ratio (WHR) is a phenotypic cue to fertility, fecundity, neurodevelopmental resources in offspring, and overall health, and is indicative of “good genes” in women. Here, using fMRI, we found that males show activation in brain reward centers in response to naked female bodies when surgically altered to express an optimal (~0.7) WHR with redistributed body fat, but relatively unaffected body mass index (BMI).
Jeez, women let themselves get cut on to make men happy? Holy crap. Who knew?
IPCC Retracts Killer Trees Claim
Sunday, February 7th, 2010From the Daily Mash:
TREES will not uproot themselves and embark on blood-soaked killing sprees by 2035, global warming experts have admitted.
The IPCC headquarters in Geneva
The International Panel on Climate Change confirmed the evidence had not been peer-reviewed and will now amend the section of its 2007 report devoted to ‘killer trees’.A spokesman said: “It appears the claim was not based on new data or field research but on that bit with the angry, talking trees in Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.”
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“We still think there’s a strong chance that trees will become sentient and take revenge on man for chopping down all their friends and turning them into spatulas, we’re just not sure when.”
Having recently been the victim of a tree attack on my parked car, I am very relieved to read this, as I was becoming a bit concerned.
Anyway, I prefer Teflon or stainless steel spatulas, so I should be pretty much on their side.
update:
The original article includes this image, which portrays the home of Bilbo Baggins, one of the hobbits from Lord of the Rings. I believe this was taken from the movie trilogy.

I just this minute realized, it’s an eye. An eye in great contrast with the other eye in the story, the flaming Eye of Sauron.

“Never Bring A Knife to a What Kind of Fight?”
Thursday, February 4th, 2010Fifteen year old girl gets pregnant despite lacking a cooter — her former boyfriend caught her performing oral sex on her new lover, and stabbed her in the stomach….
Ditch Water Aperitif
Tuesday, January 19th, 2010Martha Coakley’s campaign to keep Republican Scott Brown out of “Ted Kennedy’s seat” in the Senate just keeps cranking out the punch lines. I can’t recall ever seeing so many unforced, self=inflicted errors in my life time.
Of course, handing Brown the straight line quoted above, so that he could respond with the now-classic “It’s not Kennedy’s seat, it’s the people’s seat” was probably the best ever. Coakley’s campaign then made it even sweeter by attempting to use the “people’s line” in her own campaign. Oops.
But now — oh sweetness of sweetness, oh sugar, oh honeypie, Chris Van Hollen, the chairman of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee, delivers himself into Brown’s hands, and, we hope, the people’s seat to Brown:
Why would you hand the keys to the car back to the same guys whose policies drove the economy into the ditch and then walked away from the scene of the accident?”
As always, Mary Jo Kopechne was not available for comment. However, I strongly suspect that if she’s anywhere, she’s laughing her halo off.
And dare I say, Dan Quayle is probably choking on his potatoe right now from sheer, unbridled hilarity.
From Fox News, via a string starting with Ann Althouse.
The Dems are cutting their own throats with sheer stupid arrogance. Unbelievable, but lovely.
I’m looking forward to Tuesday’s election results.
Evil Rabbits
Saturday, January 9th, 2010
Leaked, top-secret video of our impending doom, via David Thompson.
[Edited in a comma to clarify that it is the video, and not our impending doom, that arrives via Thompson.]