Astonishing Real World Averaging Yields Archetypes

I've been saying this for 27 years. Given that I'm in my early thirties now, my earlier statements may not have been the most articulate. But I was still thinking it. As ever, mainstream science is only just starting to catch up.

You can glean a great deal of information about a person just from the layout of their face, the firmness of their handshake, their browsing history and a couple of bank statements. I always make use of these factors to size someone up before entering into any kind of a contract or discourse with them. My distant central-African relatives were a little harder to phrenotype in this manner since we could only communicate via email, but sometimes the benefits of handing over your bank details can far outweigh the disadvantages of skipping the initial face-to-face interaction. Besides, if you can't trust the Prince of Nigeria then who the hell can you trust these days?

P.S. Notice how the indie game developer just comes across as naturally superior? That's because he takes Vitamin D and doesn't mess around with Unity code, preferring to just get the job done with Clickteam's Fusion 2.5, which is the last word in rapid application development for small game developers.

P.P.S. Actually it's more cost effective to just outsource an entire project to Pakistan these days, which has the added bonus of actually seeing the project through to completion some time before the second coming of Christ.

P.P.P.S. As Michael Gerber points out, at some point you need to step away from being the Technician so that your hands are free to be the Entrepreneur. This can be especially hard to do when your business or project is a creative endeavour, and it's the reason why I usually reach the 90% completion mark before either embarking on the next project I've dreamt up, or getting mired in the endless spiral of perfectionism.

P.P.P.P.S. Apparently the postscript is the second most read piece of an article after the title, which means you've been doing some hefty work by now and your eyes need a rest. So here is a picture from canonclast.com of an 18 year old woman playing beach volleyball. If you feel any kind of a physiological response then you can give yourself a big red tick, because your iron levels are looking good and your endocrine system is showing normal activity. Come back for another checkup in a year's time.

P.P.P.P.P.S. This blog might even have another post on it, by then.

Thals be Neanderin'

http://indosurflife.com/2011/11/this-island-floats-on-plastic-bottles/

As referenced here by a commentor some time back, the Thals were an aggressive race of invaders who bested the Australopithecines by the fluke of inventiveness. One of their number has embarked upon an act of sheer bastardry this time, by actually constructing his own artificial island and planning to detach it from the Mexican mainland - thus depriving the inhabitants of taxation and sustenance.

Try and envisage the treachery of a mind that has the freak luck of inventin' stuff on a regular basis, producing a surplus of wealth, and then for whatever reason doesn't want the fruits of their labour divided up amongst the teaming masses by the local governing body. Such villainy warrants a tether.

One Thousand Hits. Free Dinner With Mex Arcane.

That's a lot of hits. For any site.

Probably all up two thousand, one thousand since we started microchipping our visitors.

Thanks to your generous support over the years, this site has also managed to generate a whopping 66 cents for yours truly - 100% of which has been reinvested into Fault-OS development. It's our way of giving a little something back to the community.

And here's another:

Below you'll find a printable coupon for Taco Bell, which entitles the barer to a free Nacho Supreme, upon purchase of a large drink and of course another nacho of equal or greater value. Now obviously this is going to be of more use if you happen to be living within the greater Indianapolis region, but several domestic airline carriers are advertising some affordable rates right at the moment, should you decide to head on over to the hoosier state to take advantage of this fantastic offer.

Secret Relocation Of Fault-Co

Been relocating my ass the past week.

I checked my mailbox for letters from panicked readers, and there was a late toll notice and a special deal from Chicken Treat offering a second meal of same or lesser value to the first one, absolutely free.

Ever since I've been plagued by recurring nightmares of Julia Gillard in a revealing silk négligé, I knew I needed to move further away from Canberra. Fast.

It's really nifty here. I think of it as the Vladivostok of the southern hemisphere, sans similarities of any kind.

Sadly, whenever a man strikes out on his own in a rugged display of individuality, he draws the inevitable copycats and lampreys - and this latest one's as big as Texas. No longer content just to rip off my eye-pleasing site layout, this time he's opted for a pre-emptive strike and settled more or less down the road. I'll not be responsible for my actions if fate lands us in the same confectionery aisle at Woolworths, because this town is only big enough for one australopithecine alpha, and he looks a lot like the hombre to the right of screen.

Fault-Co Targets 1000 Hits This Month

Bare in mind that we've never actively promoted this blog in any way, shape or form. We've never paid to take out an AdWords campaign, hired an SEO company, or stood on a street corner in fishnets holding up a sign with the URL on it.

A layman from the sidelines would have no idea why literally dozens of people continue to swarm over this obscure corner of the internet each week, but it amply demonstrates the endurance of Australopithecus genes. Despite countless generations of genocide, Darwin awards, and being passed up by potential mates in favour of more gainfully employed males of the homo genus, the Remnant still know how to find each other. Once the Alpha sends out the first hoot, all the other 'pithecines come swaggering in like sires of yore.

We're not a prophet, we just like talking about ourselves in the plural third person.

Requiem For A Silly Dream - Parody Site "Vault-Co" Shuts Down

Here at Fault-Co, we run a pretty tight ship. We serve quality survival information and cutting edge anthropological conspiracy theories to our dedicated viewers year after year. We provide this service without fear or favour, at minimal charge. We do so with integrity. We don't drink, smoke or chew, or go with girls that do.

Unfortunately, whenever a man strikes out on his own and starts making a name for himself, he picks up a few stragglers along the way. We've long been plagued by a filthy imposter calling himself Tex, whose parody website over at Vault-Co has been living off the polyunsaturated fat of this site's fan following for quite some time now. Fortunately, it appears that the long night has passed and the light of day shines anew. It's been a good week now since we've heard a peep out of that Homo Habilis braggart. I'm going to go out on a limb here and call this one. I'm calling it dead & buried.

Adiós, Mr Texas. You kept us amused every now and then.