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.