Flatulens är ett utsläpp av en blandning gaser ur anus. Denna blandning består till största del av kvävgas. Metangas och vätgas finns också med i utsläppet och till skillnad från kvävgas är dessa antändningsbara - vilket gör att även flatulensen är antändningsbar. Flatulens uppstår då anus utsätts för tryck. En flatulens uppstår i tarmarna, främst under jäsning av mat. Det karakteristiska ljudet betingas av att ringmuskeln vibrerar. På grund av att flatulensen ofta innehåller små mängder svavelhaltiga gaser, till exempel svavelväte, upplevs lukten ofta som en odör.

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På en infraröd filmupptagning uppfattas värme som något ljust och kyla som något mörkt. På filmen ser man en svart gas - en iskall gas.

Mina fisar brukar vara fisljumma - omkring 37 grader Celsius. Detta borde leda till att filmen visar en ljus gas.

Signaturen wbeaty visar i en film på Youtube att fisfilmen är en hoax - en bluff:

"Freeze spray" is cold and looks black under FLIR thermal camera. But propane is invisible. (Propane and methane are basically the same to thermal cameras, in the 3-micron long-IR spectral region.) "Thermal Eye" camera TSC by L3/Raytheon

Le Pétomane, artistnamn för Joseph Pujol, född 1 juni 1857 i Marseille, Frankrike, död 1945; fransk underhållningsartist.

Han framträdde på Moulin Rouge i Paris åren 1892-1895. Han hade en synnerligen ovanlig show, som beskrevs som ett extraordinärt musikaliskt anus. (Hans artistnamn var en slags ordlek på det franska ordet "péter"; att fjärta).

Han besatt en fenomenal förmåga att kunna släppa väder - inte bara kunde han framföra enkla melodier, utan han kunde också blåsa ut ett ljus med sin bakdel samt imitera kanoneld, marscherande trupp och åskväder. Ett annat populärt inslag var när han lät som jordbävningen i San Francisco 1906.

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Det uppfattas i många kulturer som pinsamt att flatulera (släppa sig), och det är ofta tabu. Fenomenet används också flitigt av komiker, vilket av vissa människor upplevs som dålig eller omogen humor.

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Min humor är så dålig att den stinker. Den luktar skämt...

Jag älskar Sarah Silverman

Alla älskar dock inte en fis - denna gick ända upp i Arbetsdomstolen.

1. I'm in it. I hate hearing other people argue. It makes me cringe and I dislike it.
2. It's a reasoned and logical argument that is slightly heated, but always knows to turn down the heat when it approaches boiling.
3. Both sides can agree to disagree at any moment and the argument dissipates.

Now, with that said, I enjoy reading the letters to the editor in the local paper. I like to argue with the people in the paper because they tend to take my opposing viewpoint. They're not always logical, but it's always heated and I can agree to disagree at any moment and move on to the comics. However, in every case, the writer is always passionate about their particular view and proudly defends it to no one and everyone at the same time.

My favorites, of late, have been the vitriolic tirades both for and against the removal of I-64 from above Waterfront Park. It has been an interesting debate, if for no other reason than it has pretty much already been decided. The plan as I understand it now is to expand the lanes of I-64, build two bridges (one downtown, one east end) and flood as much traffic through the middle of the city as possible. The "alternative" as posed by those of the 8664 campaign is to remove the downtown section of I-64, build one bridge (east end), route all the traffic through Indiana, and bask in the sun on the Great Lawn, accessible via the new Waterfront Parkway.

I, personally, now propose a third idea which will be met with wild accusation as to its impossibilities and I fully accept the ensuing arguments, mostly because they will adhere to the rules set up in the aforementioned guidelines for an argument. My idea is to add a bridge on the east end of town because we could use one there, eliminate I-64 from 9th Street to I-65...and here's the wild and crazy part...make the central business district (the area bounded by the river to the north, 9th Street to the west, Jackson Street to the east, and Broadway to the south) CAR-FREE, and finally, add light rail from several access points around the city to the CBD.

Now, those of you who don't live here, probably don't really care. But commuters and those of us who drive downtown occasionally could probably see the benefits of this arrangement. I think it's worth looking at, but as I say, the dilemma seems to have already been decided by those currently in power. Let the argument begin.

In other news...

• I'm thrilled with my new grill. The switch from charcoal to gas was easier than I thought. It provided some wonderful dinner before the Police concert.
• Yes, the Police concert, which was awesome, but you should never walk from my house to Churchill Downs and back in flip-flops.
• You'll notice a new updated books section to the right. It is part of a new website proffered by my good friend, the Monsignor, at Le Petomane. As such, the books page will probably disappear as goodreads does all of that for me.
• I'm going to be running in the Louisville Half-Marathon in October...so I'd better start training.

See you in the funny papers!