Awesome! From a trip overseas, a friend of mine brought me back a can of Whoop Ass. I’ve never opened it, and didn’t think I’d ever see one again. Fortuitously, I did while looking through this site, which is also worth a look.
I work for an international company, and when we have visiting engineers come to our office in Silicon Valley, we set them up with these cheap PC’s so they can check their e-mail. The point being, I was in CostCo this afternoon buying a crappy e-Machine for one of the aforementioned visitors and I noticed the lady in front of me in line was buying a 36-pack of toilet paper. Besides the obvious adolescent snickering I involuntarily do to myself when I see anyone buying anything related to the toilet and/or sex, there wasn’t anything especially interesting about this except I thought the packaging was funny. Splayed across the front in big happy letters was: NOW WITH 30 36 ROLLS! If you’re already buying 30 rolls, enough for a family of 4 for probably a few years, do those extra 6 rolls really even thrill you?
I just realized that I’m all alone in the office and have consequently been running up and down the halls doing handstands, cartwheels, and Michael Jordan-esque 360 dunks into imaginary basketball hoops.
Why is this article about Puffy front-page news on CNN, today?
The best excerpt:
Combs said he spent much of that night with his then-girlfriend, singer Jennifer Lopez, and dancing atop a table in the club’s VIP area, often raising both his hands in a “celebratory” fashion and passing out champagne.
I can see the judge now:
“I’m sorry Mr. Combs, could you please explain to the court what you mean by ‘raizin da roof’?”
What I thought of, at the time, as a humorous response to a Slashdot blurb about the Bush administration cancelling a proposed Pluto Mission. It kind of went off track into the cost of a manned mission to Mars (which we’re still not doing) in relation to the cost of the Star Wars-like (the program not the movie) National Missile Defense System (which we are):
– Cost of manned mission to Mars as estimated by NASA: $ 20 billion.
– Estimated cost of national missile defense system: $ 60 billion.
– President Bush accidently shooting down the Shuttle while playing aboard a US Nuclear Submarine: Priceless.
As an aside, having previously worked at Lockheed and seen the results of our NMD tests, I wouldn’t hold your breath. We went something like 0 for 9 before actually hitting a target drone, and that one was flying straight and slow exactly where we put it, and wasn’t even using any of the anti-NMD devices known to be used.
Wow, you really can become a web designer through a mail correspondence course. I must at least give props to the paintings as it shows some mad skilz. But, have you ever seen so many extraneous lens flares? (via Ernie via Alice)
I’ve posted this before, but I was playing with it last night, so I think it bears repeating. It’s Silophone, a decomissioned grain silo in Montreal turned musical instrument. It’s basically a web-accessible sound system hung in the silo that plays either anything you upload, or, any of the clips already uploaded to their extensive library. One of the coolest things is hearing other people’s contributions as you wait to hear yours on the live feed. Plus, the acoustics are amazing and hearing Homer Simpson’s voice reverbarate forever in 32-dohs was a transcendent experience.
I’m sneezing, sinffling, and don’t feel so hot. I’m probably sick, and most likely dying…quicker than usual.
This was buried in the “Space” section of the CNN site. It talks about the continued studying of that infamous Mars meteorite that was said to contain remnants of life. Apparently, there is more compelling evidence that it actually does. I would have thought that this would have been less buried and more advertised. Then again, I’m a dork.
