I had the following weird dream yesterday, courtesy of tiredness? Who knows? Anyway, it went like this :

Alfred : Science is the best journal ever!
Arthur : Bah! Any bloke worth his salt knows that Nature is the better of the two!
Alfred : Oh yeah? How about the time you rejected Fermi?
Arthur : That was the peer review---
Alfred : And Hawking? Your own man, seriously now?
Arthur : Are you telling me to introduce bias to my science publishing!?
Alfred : Well, it does explain why my journal's impact factor is better than yours!
Arthur : By one point! And my people's prudence means they do not have to retract twenty papers at once!
Alfred : They did print and retract the Schon papers, too, don't tell me they didn't!
Arthur : Oh, but that little stem cell scandal was so rich, wasn't it?
Alfred : At least they're adopting new practices to fight the issue, but yours aren't!
Arthur : And what's wrong with a little tradition? I understand you don't have much of one, but have some regard for people who do!
Alfred : Thick-headed old geezer!
Arthur : Are we resorting to name-calling now, you upstart little twerp?
Alfred : And my folks still own mine without resorting to selling to Germany!
Arthur : That's it. This means WAR.
Alfred's Religious Alter Ego : Excuse me, guys, but when are you going to accept Intelligent Design as a viable theory?
Alfred & Arthur : *screeches* NEVER!

Yes, I know Science and Nature's relationship isn't like this. Blame it on the gijinka boys, why don't you.

Also, this will be the last time I read Nature before going to bed.