Over at G+ I’ve been collecting photographs of all the president’s facepalms. Yesterday’s discovery of a suitable candidate for Woodrow Wilson wrapped up all of the 20th and 21st Century presidents. G+ doesn’t include robust text formatting or link listing tools, so here’s the roster, with links back to the relevant G+ post: 20th...
Chocolate Covered Peeps are turning up everywhere (google ‘em) and I just want to point out that CCPs have been a tradition hereabouts for about a decade. I’m a terrible monetizer.
A few things to note: 1) Tokyo smells like North Carolina. Everybody smokes. 2) Pedestrian traffic flows on the left, just like street traffic. 3) Cyclists who ride on the sidewalks expect pedestrians, even those from distant lands, to understand item #2. 4) On escalators, standers stand on the left, walkers walk on the...
Want it anyway. And my birthday is coming up.
Also, please do not bring any alcohol to the final.
From here, a doo-dad that ranks words according to their commonality. “Got Much Think” are 100, 101, 102, respectively, in the ranking. I figure I’ve got just enough think to “produce various understandings” (625, 626, 627, (with a little license)).
Put away your white pants and your vodka tonics.
Many cellas come with cameras, which I don’t want or need, but few (none?) come with transistor radios, which would be very handy indeed.
The recent news regarding pilfered cadavers at UCLA and elsewhere indicates there’s a large and growing market for dead people. Given the apparently healthy demand, the inventor of the most lifelike synthetic cadavers is guaranteed to make a killing.
Teeny, tiny robots powered by bits of rat heart-muscle tissue, that’s what.