I need to refute something from Sean’s disproval of my latest effort to explain The Sun‘s photo.

The lemon: I feel this is one of those flaws in my rendering that I mentioned in my previous post. In actuality, I believe the lemon is sitting on the edge of a glass of strawberry lemonade rather than the martini glass I drew, accounting for the pinkish splotches seen running across the inside of the lemon’s pericarp. Sure, the pericarp doesn’t look white, but that’s because it is in the shadow cast by the thicker edge of the slice. If you’ve ever seen a slice of lemon that’s been sitting around a little while, you’d notice that the “meat” of the lemon actually shrinks as it dehydrates, accounting for the shadowing. Let’s take another look at Sean’s blowup:

Now, while you might argue that the pink splotches of strawberry foam are too high up on the lemon to have come from inside the glass, I’d have to assure you that those darn things are always slipping off the edge of the glass, especially when they’re cut as thinly as this one is. Also, you might argue that Brits don’t drink strawberry lemonade, making it impossible to even find any in the UK. That’s a pretty good point, but I’d have to argue that if anyone were to have a chance of getting a strawberry lemonade where there is none, it’s sure going to be someone who: a) is hanging out with a member of the Royal Family, b) has nice tits, or c) has both nice tits and a member of the Royal Family. In fact, I’d be surprised if someone matching those qualifications didn’t order something impossible at every chance.

Unfortunately for me, it is Sean who is making the rules here. So, if he says it’s a “button”, and that it’s pinned to Miss Pinkham’s top, I simply have to accept it and move on. So here I go, moving on.

You’ll notice that there’s a button pinned to Miss Pinkham’s top:

You’ll also notice that this button is being pushed off to one side — making it nearly perpendicular to her torso, as a matter of fact. Sean maintains that Miss Pinkham’s breasts are following the axiom that “the breast line is one head-height below the chin,” and therefore exist in the state shown in his diagram:

If there is nothing up in the upper portion of Miss Pinkham’s top, then what is pushing said button to such a perpendicular angle? If there were no breasts up there, the button ought to be flat against her breast-free upper chest, no?

I feel that because my initial video footage disproved the bulk of Sean’s argument against the authenticity of the photo in question, I actually do deserve the award, so I’m going to just go ahead and claim it without Sean’s approval. However, Sean is right that the question of the raised left breast really needs to be answered. Since I’ve not yet adequately proved a case for the raisal of said breast, I have a moral opposition to the outright taking of Sean’s award without his approval. So what I’ve done is taken half the award without permission, until which point Sean feels the need to award me the other half. You’ll now find the following image proudly and boldly emblazoned on my website for the world to see, so that they will know that I deserve the “Sean Gleeson Researcher of the Century Award.”

...continuing my efforts to win the Sean Gleeson Researcher of the Century award. If you’re just joining us, I’m halfway there..

Since I’ve already proven the “shadows” portion to Sean’s approval, I’ll now prove the “left breast lift” portion as well. This solution is incredibly simple, requires no magic garment, and fits completely within what we know about the event.

I’ve simply extended the photograph below the bottom, using my imagination to fill in the details:

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Now I’m no painter, and I have considerable trouble with anatomy, but I feel that despite the flaws in my rendering, this is a representation of a completely plausible situation. Sure, we don’t know that this is what actually happened, but I feel that anyone would have to admit that a table could certainly account for Harry’s “weight bearing” arm, the lifted breast, and the mystery “floating lemon wedge” — which, inexplicably, was never initially questioned.

Q E D.

Any objections?

UPDATE: Crap! Foiled again. On to the next round, I guess…

It seems I’m a participant in an unfolding scandal. I was under the impression that I’d have more time to prepare a statement, but it seems the story is breaking faster than I had expected it would, prompting me to hurry this post out the door. Please excuse any typos, spelling mistakes and/or bad grammar. (My grammar is so bad that one time, she rode her Harley right into an IHOP and demanded a “Rooty-Tooty Fresh and Fruity” or she’d tear up the place.)

Entertainment Weekly contributor Sean Gleeson recently made some allegations incriminating tabloid newspaper The Sun in yet another scandal over the Bad Boy Prince photograph they published. The Sun has printed a retraction, apologizing for the timeline mistake, but Sean maintains that editors at the paper willfully manipulated the photo in question, increasing Miss Natalie Pinkham’s chest size dramatically.

Sean’s allegations were based on “impossible shadows”, which I determined to be nothing more than the natural behavior of light on 3D objects. (Or, in this case, boobs.) Sean demanded video evidence to back up my assertions, so I decided to put aside all modesty and demonstrate the shadow-forming power of a pair of small breasts. Assuming I wouldn’t be able to get permission from the owner of the only female breasts I have access to, I decided the only thing to do was use mine. If you’ve ever wanted to see me topless, now is certainly your chance.

In any case, because of my selfless actions, I’m now up for the prestigious “Sean Gleeson Researcher of the Century Award,” which as of yet, has not actually been awarded to anyone before. Also coming with the award is a pint of Guinness, which due to not living in the same part of the country as Sean, I’ll be asking he give to the charity of my choosing. (I choose the Oklahoma City Alcoholism Center.) Tomorrow morning, Sean will announce whether I’ve won it or not, but either way, it’s going to be huge news. Heck, it’s huge news already. I’m sure by now you’ve seen countless links to Sean’s extremely influencial site from places like boingboing, digg, fark, slashdot, the Sun, and — of course — perezhilton.

I just want to assure everyone that I’m not backing The Sun because I feel they’re innocent — I’m backing them because of my dedication to free thinking. Just like the time I proved that that bigfoot photo could actually be a hiker, or the time I proved that George W. Bush could actually have been giving the thumbs up sign, it’s about not condemning someone with flawed evidence. It’s about proving that someone could be wrong — not proving that someone is wrong.

I’d also like to assure readers that I’m not in the habit of posting homemade pornography to the internet. This time it just seemed like a necessary evil.

I hope I haven’t destroyed what little faith you have in me as a person.

As an adult male raised both in the relatively puritanical United States and by Hollywood, I find myself thinking frequently of breasts.

(I must say, it’s quite tempting to just stop there, but I do have a point so I guess I’ll soldier on.)

Anyway, the other day I was thinking of breasts and came up with an ingenius idea that I hope will make me lots and lots of money.

So what’s the problem with breast implants? I’d say it’s the invasive and destructive method of insertion; you’ve got this big object outside the breast that you want to move inside the breast, so there’s going to be scarring and pain and recovery time. Oh and everyone will notice that yesterday your boobs were much smaller.

So my idea came about by thinking of Luxy, an elderly rat who has a large mammary tumor. She looked for a while very much like she just suddenly sprouted a Dolly Parton sized boob on one side which had a very natural look and feel.

So my idea is to intentionally cultivate a tumor at a precise location inside of any breasts you want to make bigger; this will allow the breasts to grow “naturally” over time and not require any surgery. Worst case scenario is an injection of a “starter” cell, best case would just be some sort of “Boob Enhancing Ray” that gets waved over the boobs in question.

The only part I haven’t been able to figure out yet is how to get them to stop growing. Really though, once you decide you want bigger boobs, do you really think you’re going to suddenly be happy with them? No, I think people who get implants want progressively larger ones over time, so this will just save everyone a load of hassle.

At first I was doubtful whether anyone would intentionally put something scary and harmful into their body just to “improve” their appearance, but then I remembered that millions of surprised looking people use Botox. Once you’ve injected deadly food poisoning into your face, what’s a little cancer in your boobs?