That drip you hear is drool hitting the keyboard

Link: MacRumors

What did that mime say?

Those of you out there who simply love mimes or are teaching your child sign language so that s/he can tell you when diaper needs a-changin' should check this out:




Then head over to Neatorama and check out the whole set. I particularly like the last one where the singer, Natalie Imbruglia, joins him in a duet. Quite nice. Clearly lip-synched but quite nice.

Yes, Obi-Wan

Everything new is recycled old stuff, Part II


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Math In The Wild

How does a MLB team's salary compare to their record? Realtime visualization with verbage for explanation.


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Yes, Officer, I did get the plate number

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Choose your model carefully

In an effort to contribute to the iPhone iPhrenzy that is sweeping the world ... maybe just the U.S. ... definitely my house, I offer the following photo (dr&dr-ed from PhoneDaily.com):



If Apple had not chosen the hand model used in their ad with such attention to magnificent sensuality, I would not be packing my overnight bags for my camp out in front of the Apple Store on iPhone iEve. The knock-off's hand model looks like he's allergic to shellfish or something. What is wrong with your thumb, dude?

dr&dr-ed: past tense abbreviation for drag-and-drop

Public Service Announcement

There was a news story about the danger of WiFi routers being the next source of radiation that is going to kill us all. Wellington has posted his response. I'm surprised he doesn't mention bees, or the lack thereof. Here is only one panel from his graphic commentary:

image from WellingtonGrey.net

What was really curious to me was what I found when I went searching for the news story to which Wellington reacted: the Radiation Protection News Room run by the EPA of the U.S. of A. The mere existence of such a site gives me pause. It's kind of like a myspace page for atoms. Hmmm... It does have a cool logo though.

Do I have to cite the source of the logo? Didn't my taxes pay for it and make me co-owner/co-copyright-holder? I'm sure I'll get an answer if the Snoops ever find my blog. Stay tuned.

What's under the foil, buddy?

The T really wants a cupcake (or donut or somesuch).

Well, I want my next vehicle to be dead dinosaur free.

Finally, we can agree on something......



If you're not so hot on that sweeeet vehicle, check out the equally driveable fuzzy pink slippers.

Answer to a question I didn't know I had

Now that I see the bones, I realize I have been a little curious. Is that a vestigal tail near the back? I see no digestive tract—where did all the fruit go?


Next thing you know, the corpse from a space invader will be found in the desert, the wreckage of a galaxian mothership will wash up on a beach, and the segments of a centipede larger than anything seen before (and in brighter colors) will be happened upon in the jungle.

From Slashgear

The ad campaign worked

I know what my next car is going to be and I know why.
Well, I can add the ad campaign to the list of reasons why. Consider it the icing on the hood.





In case you can't read the text, they say:
Still looking for weapons of mass destruction. Not Smart.
Interns and cigars. Not Smart.
Pissing off junior and senior Bush. Not Smart.

My new current favorite web comic

You gotta love a site that says...

Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).

... and has comics to boot!



Check it out at XKCD

The fluffy side of the Force

What I want to know is why isn't the real Stormtrooper standing to his left beating the pink out of him?!?


From Electric Escape

Wish I'd said that

In addition to my "things that moved me" collection of images from the web* that have accumulated on my harddrive, bits are also lost to the large volume of comic strips that flood my inbox on a daily basis. I am often amazed at the artists' talent for condensing a huge issue into a panel that cuts to the heart of the matter. Think: political or editorial cartoons. On the other hand, I also love how a single line can be given an entire back-story and fleshed out in a mere three panels. Think: the daily comics section of the newspaper. Ones that make me think or make me laugh or make me think I should have laughed or that I laugh at when instead I should be thinking are stored in a folder called Digital Bliss.
*= updated 5/13/07

Very often, it is a punchline from one of these comic strips that becomes my mantra for the week, the phrase I will mumble to myself when the silver lining of the cloud reveals itself to be an array of one thousand sharpened razor blades poised to rain down on me. I would like to share one of these with you now. In an effort to hold the copyright lawyers at bay, I will only post the final panel and provide the preceding panels as text.
(Note: if this blog ever goes viral the chances that one reader in the surfing horde is a copyright lawyer with an expertise in syndication rights are pretty good and I'm not willing to flirt with that form of disaster right now.)

From: Agnes by Tom Cochran
Agnes: When I'm really looking forward to something, it never turns out as great as I had imagined. And when I'm really dreading something, it's never as bad as I had imagined.

Everything new is recycled old stuff

What do a scrap of paper, a cable channel, a melon, and an ad campaign all have in common?

From Say No to Crack



From adgoodness


From Grocery Store Wars
I know I posted a link to this movie before. It's worth another post and it helps me prove my point about how patterns just happen if you collect enough stuff.


And finally, to wrap this post up in a nice loop: We started with mention of screenplay retreads and we'll end with comment on the same.

Collect enough stuff and eventually there's a theme

I just blew the dust off a folder on my desktop and was amazed at what appeared. On the bad side, the problem with having 250 GB of storage at your fingertips is that your click-happy fingers will continue to drag-and-drop who knows what all into various nooks and crannies of said gigs. On the not-so-bad side, the benefit of being able to sock away so many bits and bytes is that eventually trends and themes emerge. I grabbed all the following at different times just because they tickled me in just the right way when I saw them.

Today's tour through the hard drive shows us a trend involving former swine.


OK, so our heroine steps up to the machine, presses the button and out pops the prize:


OK, I know that the point of bacon is the fatty goodness*, but that's a bit much. Why not just skip the labor and time involved in cooking that slab up, cut out the middle man, grab a spoon and dig in to this:



*Photo blatantly grabbed off of The Consumerist

!!Updated 5/13/07

Another instance of men in charge?

Do you wonder if models ever think twice about who is signing their checks?

An ad for breast implants from Allergan:


No, I am not shopping around for a mammary upgrade. I simply felt the need to post the image for the sake of discussion.
via Stay Free! via Bitch, PhD

Too much information

Before I turn to my pile of grading, I thought I would bring this tidbit of info: It is illegal for more than the last five digits to appear on any receipt handed to a customer.

Check out the story at the WSJ

Granted the story is coming at you from the angle of YALO (Yet Another Lawyer Outbreak) and mentions the onslaught of class action suits against retailers in order to get them to change their ways. I post it here to inform you, not to encourage you to sue.

You want points for what exactly?

Just came back from a visit at Kfluff's place and I can't say I'm having warm and fuzzy thoughts for the semester folks finishing up out there in Academia. We Meisterquarter Quartermeisters are only 36% of the way through Spring Quarter. The quarter of toil and drudgery. The quarter of daylight saving time when the sun stays up longer than I do. The quarter of "didn't I say that aloud already?"

Things heard in my classroom so far this quarter:

Me: The probability of Event A is 1/4. What is the probability of Event B, given that A has happened?
Student: But we don't know A has happened.
Me: We have the probability it could and will happen.
S: We have no way of knowing if it is going to happen for sure.
Me: And THAT is the definition of probability. We are calculating probabilities, folks, not guarantees.

Oh, I'm just getting warmed up here.....

Me: Are these two events independent or dependent?
Student: point-9-4-5-2
Me: That doesn't answer the question. Independent or dependent?
S: That's what my calculator says.
Me: Sure. Why not? Say another number. I'll tell you that one's right too. Independent or dependent?

And the climax thus far.....

Me: What is that you're drinking there?
Student: A can of Bawllz. I got it in the bookstore.
Me: Is this where I'm supposed to ask what it tastes like?

sigh

I can hardly wait until the pile of grading overwhelming the flat surfaces in my office starts to get handed back and the Begging for Partial Credit begins. I think I'm going to post this movie to my blackboard pages. Yeah, I know it's a viral add but it is named Millimetres Matter and—by golly!—yes they do. You want partial credit? Exactness really does matter even if you don't care. Enjoy the movie. I wonder if the insect division of the ASPCA knows about this.