What's brown and sounds like a bell?
By Robin Abrahams
That is my favorite joke. I heard it on "The Young Ones" back in the late '80's.
And it's appropriate not only to Mayu Yamamoto's Ig-Nobel-Prize-winning accomplishment, but to the fact that I am still getting letters about poop!
Here is one that arrived via snail-mail today:
I really thought someone else would alert you and your readers on this indelicate bathroom subject, but if it's not too late, I'll chime in on the matter.
Thank you, vegetarian retired lady who shall remain anonymous on this blog. May I also say that I think it is extremely cool when an older woman chooses to go by Ms., as you do.
And to the rest of you, a solemn vow--starting Monday, no more poop and no more Ig Nobel blogging. I promise.