I do keep checking Singapore news, and I don't think that represents any particular unhealthy habits even though I don't expect to return in the near future. But I did live there for the best part of a mighty good decade so far and besides, it turns up fascinating things like this headline, which originated in Today, a tabloid with one of the most unreadable web sites a newspaper has ever deployed against its readers. (I read from the Channel News Asia site, because that can actually be navigated.)
The story: Wanted: 15,000 poo samples to fight cancer. By Sheralyn Tay. It seeks people who want to help ``your poo ... take Singapore into the record books.'' The Singapore Cancer Society's campaign for Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month this year had the idea of getting 15,000 fecal occult blood tests (used to screen for colon cancer) by the end of March, by which they hope to increase awareness of the disease and of the importance of regular screening. They also, of course, thought this might achieve a world record for the Guinness Book of World Records. Aaron Ng, Executive Director of the Singapore Cancer Society, said there was no existing record for cancer screenings, but apparently the logistical problems of verifying the record have caused organizers to give up on getting a World Record and will settle for getting a listing in the Singapore Book of Records. I bet somewhere along the lines there's a contest with an iPod nano as prize.
They'll be providing kits at various health clinics across the island, so unless I'm reading it wrong they won't have a specific mobile facility to encourage screenings, the way they have for breast cancer with the recently upgraded Mobile Mammobus. Obviously, it's hard to find a similar name for a colon cancer screening vehicle which would be tasteful.
I caught much of Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon, in which Moriarty is trying to get a new bombsight into Nazi hands. I'm delighted by Basil Rathbone as Holmes and Nigel Bruce as Watson. I don't know how they're regarded in Holmes fandom; I don't know as much about Holmes fandom as I'd like, considering that it seems to me all the major social trends of modern fandoms were done for Holmes first. If my experience with other fandoms is a guide, liking Rathbone is probably as much a faux pas as saying you like ``the movie with the whales'' is in some Star Trek circles. I'm just thrown off by Lionel Atwill as Moriarty, since in this movie he fits my image of Moriarty not so well as he fits my image of Wally from Dilbert. It would have saved Moriarty the trouble of an off-stage ``death'' if he knew the Germans got the Norden bombsight in 1937 anyway.
Trivia: Florence Nightingale had a cat named Bismarck. Source: The Uncyclopedia, Gideon Haigh.
Currently Reading: How The Irish Saved Civilization, Thomas Cahill.