In Way Over My Head

I may have done it this time.  Recently, Becky S. made some more-or-less well-founded allegations about my irresponsible inclusion of various (insightful, I thought) Weekly World News articles in the Comics.  Specifically:

[]maybe it's time to stop reading the Weekly World News, since I don't want to think about the Vice President's cottage cheese thighs before breakfast. If you're reading this over a meal or coffee break, I do apologize. Blame very metal.

Blame very metal, indeed.  Look, I don't deal very well with the sort of the thing -- the wrath of the entire blogosphere and whatnot.  So I responded via comment, in a panic:

if you wanna blame anyone, it's all my parent's fault for giving me the "Weekly World News gene" -- much like your parents (well, your mom) gave you the "ask for directions" gene.

Anyway, I made my whole defense knowing full well there is no Weekly World News gene!  Now my whole defense against god-knows-what depends on the existence of a gene I am certain (at the very least) hasn't been discovered, and most likely never will be.  Yikes!  Please, please, please, if you happen to be a world-famous geneticist, or know one (or someone who happens to look like one), politely ask them to get to work on discovering this "Weekly World News gene" a.s.a.p.  And forget mapping for the time being, we just need to be able to show that this thing exists.

Also!  The only contribution I will make to the genuinely depressing "Jacko Not Guilty!" brouhaha is this very excellent Tony Cole track, taken from the equally very excellent Hot Generation! compilation of 60's Australian garage bands. Sorry it's a wma and not an mp3, but I'm at work and maybe I'll switch it out when I get home.

Whoah!  Apparently there really is, um, another gay bomb.  Or there were plans (or plans for plans) for one, anyway.