With the extended hiatus, there were several olilolo traditions that were missed. One of the most important was the annual posting of the Jonathan Coulton song First of May, on the first of May. So now that we’re back, let’s do that right now. (Very NSFW, by the way)

Ah, that’s better.

Key officials from the Bureau of Meteorology have today confirmed they regularly just make up weather forecasts, confirming the suspicions of paranoid schizophrenics and angry grandfathers everywhere. Suspicions were again raised when another weekend of showers was predicted, which did not match the light clouds and mostly sunshine that eventually resulted. Several thousand people cancelled plans, only to sit glaring at the beautiful...

There was recently a flurry of activity online, sparked by videos apparently showing buffalo fleeing Yellowstone National Park in the United States before a recent 4.8 magnitude earthquake. The thinking is that the animals were running for their lives, because they, like all the animal kingdom, apparently possess a super-sense which allows them to tell when a cataclysm is approaching. A large segment of the smelly parts of the internet...

Transcript of a press conference featuring the scientific director of Copenhagen Zoo BENGT HOLST, regarding the killing of four lions at the facility.  HOLST – Ladies and gentlemen, first, may I read a statement and then you can ask questions. It has come to our attention that many are upset with the Zoo for killing a male lion, a female lion and their two lion cubs, especially so soon after we regrettably had to put down our beloved...

When I first started writing these columns, I think the first Iron Man had only just come out. We had yet to really enter the realm of the Marvel Movie Era, where a character created to cash in on Superman with a more patriotic bent, and the literal Norse God of Thunder are not only tolerated, but are box office draws. For that matter, we’re about to see a movie with a talking space raccoon in it before a proper Justice League movie,...

Television is a fickle world. Incredibly well written, acted and produced shows are often flung aside in favour of another season of The Bachelor. But every once in a while, one of those shows manages to crawl back out of the mouldy ground it was consigned to and once again shamble across our screens. And like actual zombies, these reanimated shows tend to smell. (Only a few of them hunger for the brains of the living)