http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2009/07/06/090706crbo_books_gladwell
Monday, June 29, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Nabaztag, the multipurpose Internet-connected Rabbit
http://www.violet.net/landing/nabaztag_us_usd.html?gclid=CP_g_4-ukJsCFQubnAoduEafoA
I'm pretty sure I'm not interested.
I'm pretty sure I'm not interested.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Got Him!
http://www.wral.com/news/news_briefs/image/5339560/?ref_id=5339554&img_list=5339560%2C5339559
It's a good thing they caught this guy.
It's a good thing they caught this guy.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Social Skills
http://www.geekherocomic.com/2009/06/05/social-skills/
I stand accused of being like this from time to time.
I stand accused of being like this from time to time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Jerry's is Moving
http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/downtown/2009/06/jerrys-hotdogs-looking-to-expa.html
I hope they stay downtown, but move somewhere with close parking. They definitely need the room.
I hope they stay downtown, but move somewhere with close parking. They definitely need the room.
Burning Martians
http://www.veryshortlist.com/science/daily.cfm/review/1250/Website/mars-robots-may-have-destroyed-evidence-of-life/
This is what would have happened if I'd designed the experiment.
This is what would have happened if I'd designed the experiment.
What To Say To Negative People
A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded, " Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome. How are you getting there?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. Where are you staying in Rome ?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
" Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people are trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28 year old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
The hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say?"
He said, "Who fucked up your hair?"
"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"
"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. "That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. Where are you staying in Rome ?"
"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber River called Teste."
" Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."
"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."
"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. "You and a million other people are trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."
A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome.
"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "Not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28 year old steward who waited on me hand and foot.
The hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!"
"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope."
"Actually, we were quite lucky. As we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."
"Oh, really! What'd he say?"
He said, "Who fucked up your hair?"
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