As always, I have no idea if this is real, but it seems like it. Anyway, this is pretty cool. But it does not make me feel real good about my relative basketball ability.
For those with time to kill, I've found this site, which has a lot of fun games. The nerds here can play a physics game, while the more sadistic ones can play a game where you shoot arrows into other people's heads.
Just an amazing story. Let the record show that it would not have killed me either. I'd have died of fright long before it laid a paw on me.
So they are calling in psychics.
We're nerds, most of us, so we buy hard drives. Well, I've had two Maxtors fail on me inside of a year. I spent most of today downloading data recovery programs, spelunking my broken drive, searching torent sites to replace that weird goofy shit I listen to (couldn't find half of what I lost), and generally trying to get back 120G of mp3s. So, never buy any of those Maxtors in the red box with that douchebag on the front:

Maxtor sucks a fatty.
A little self-promotion: I just posted an entry on my blog about a recent article in the Washington Post, written by some guy named Richard Cohen, who basically says that algebra is a worthless topic to most of the population, excluding the technical people who are going to need it for their careers. He argues that it shouldn't be a requirement for people to graduate from high school, which I think is just plain stupid.
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From the man who called the Eastern Shore the "Shit House Side" of Maryland, comes this.
"The public meeting had just begun this morning when a young woman delivered a cup of coffee to Maryland Comptroller William Donald Schaefer.
Schaefer watched her walk away, appearing to stare at her backside, then motioned for her to come back.
'Walk again,' he told the woman, who is an aide to Gov. Robert L. Ehrlich Jr. (R)"
And somehow the people of Maryland keep electing this guy.
I know this is sort of old news, but it still cracks me up. Not that someone getting shot in the fact is funny. It depends on who that someone is.
"He felt badly, obviously. On the other hand, he was not careless or incautious or violate any of the [rules]. He didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to do."
You mean, besides shooting a person in the face?
Please to be explaining. And by the way, I am buying you the first box I can find.
I thought this was pretty cool.
I like to amuse myself by keeping track of the absurd 'progress' of razor blades available to us. An article by The Onion from two years ago, in response to the Quattro, is a tounge-in-cheek look at how Gillette should just create a 5-bladed razor, and the article concludes with the absurd notion of putting two strips of aloe on the razor.
Of course, Gilette has come out with the a new razor: the Fusion - complete with five blades and two aloe strips. There's even an additional model that has a battery in it. I really can't see how this will be topped, but I'm sure it'll happen.
This seems a bit premature.
We watched some of it. It was pretty mindless, even for me. Of course that didn't stop me from watching more of it after I got in bed. You can even check out the roster and vote for the MVP.
Considering I went out to Parkway last night to play some NTN Trivia, and the effect it's had on my this morning, I figured this would be an appopriate topic for me to post on today.
For a groundbreaking scientific study, researchers have found that "a hangover makes you feel out of sorts, and affects your cognitive performance." Way to go, scientists. Actually, another finding from the study was, "It turns out that a lot of the 'hungover' volunteers were actually still drunk, even though they didn't know it."
Here's a page of hangover cures. I ate some potato chips and beef jerky before I left the house today, and then downed a diet Dr. Pepper, and that seemed to fix me up.
"All of a sudden, the hottest, most sought-after franchise player in the sports world may be a guy who describes himself as 'fat, bald and old.'"

Jason Statham shows off his incredible range as an actor by playing a hitman in thie sure-fire hit. The plot revolves around Statham finding an antidote for the poison that was injected into him while he slept the evening before. And the only way for him to survive long enough to find the antidote is to keep his body's adrenaline levels peaked at all times.
As Paige (and Latino Review) pointed out, it's basically Speed, but with a human body instead of a bus.
Kudos, Hollywood. Kudos.