A dead pixel for Google Earth.
The linked page was automatically translated into English, but the original page is available from it.
A dead pixel for Google Earth.
The linked page was automatically translated into English, but the original page is available from it.
I like the fairly comprehensive nature of the experiments.
It seems unlikely. Even if you’re only considering chocolate.
Three quick items:
1) The town of Winfield, Missouri elected Henry Stonebraker to a fourth term as mayor – several weeks after his death. I wonder if he ran unopposed. If not, what does that say about his opponent?
2) In Lander, Wyoming, there is a parking lot on the west end of town where you can find the following three businesses: a pet boarding/grooming establishment, an animal hospital, and a taxidermy studio. I guess if the groomer slips with the shears, and the vet can’t save it, you don’t have to go far to find someone who can help you keep your pet around.
3) Buford, Wyoming, is probably the smallest incorporated town in the US. It used to be the county seat for Laramie county, but people moved away.
An assortment of links I’ve had hanging around and need to either use or forget:
Moe Lane thinks you must have a vampire problem if you have to deny that you have one.
Sexy maids. Not just for Halloween anymore (in Canada, anyway).
A couple of good cooking blogs are The Crepes of Wrath (love the name) and The Pioneer Woman.
Ruminations on work by Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs. I could probably have embedded the video here, but American Digest is worth the visit, anyway.
Some classic short stories and not-necessarily-classic music.
Bob Delaney’s Science Software.
Building a computerized security system? You may want one of these.
The Grand List of Console Role-Playing Game Cliches.
Need to generate a palette for a website?
Latin Quotes and Sayings (watch out for popups – Firefox blocks ’em for me, but lets me know they’re there).
Wanna see how you do solving math problems with a computer? Go here.
You may want to keep this in mind for the next Talk Like A Pirate Day.
And finally, somebody who’s been having fun with newspaper classified advertisements:
Update: One more story. Ladies, if you want to pick up a guy, don’t just hint about it. Come out and tell him directly. Reminds me of a button I used to have, which read, “Don’t just flirt, hit me with a clue-by-four.” I don’t know where that one disappeared to. I can’t find the one that reads, “Cooking is great – it’s a wonderful excuse to play with knives and fire,” either.
Via Bits and Pieces.
Or, What Would John Galt Drive?
I don’t know, but somebody in Grand Junction, Colorado is prepared for him and several others, presuming they don’t drive anything too big. Click the pictures for a larger image.
We know what this guy drives, but not if he’d park it in a space labeled this way:
Among the other spaces reserved were ones for Dick Grayson and Mrs. Robinson. Somebody was having fun.
I’m not talking about anything serious here, it’s just an overarching theme for the post. As usual, click any picture for a larger version.
First, we have my car. Last Thursday morning, I went out to brush the snow off and found that someone had abused it like this:
I have my suspicions about how it happened, but no proof. As it happens, there’s a soap opera occurring between the neighbor whom I suspect was the culprit (and who came to my door Monday at lunch to say, “I saw the damage on your car. I can fix that for you cheap.”) and the people who are renting the house to them. Well … not to them, actually, which is part of the soap opera, but I’m not going to get into that any further.
Second, we have what I suspect is a practical joke. At least, I hope someone is abusing the EZ Mart. Maybe Peter is abusing the EZ Mart, or perhaps he’s being abused, as well. The alternatives are that it’s a real promotion (which means somebody involved with it is stupid), or that it’s a coded message. Look at the advertisement in the center column that ends just above the purple area to its left.
Next, we have self-abuse, of a different and creepy sort.
I’m not sure who’s being abused here, but I’m sure somebody’s gotta be.
Finally, we have food abuse, or abusive food, or a food fight – or maybe it’s just a typo:
Thou mayest avoid unnecessary panic.