Note: I'm sure it will eventually stop, either when the raisin becomes saturated with liquid or the champagne loses its fizz.
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February 10, 2015
Bouncing in the Booze
A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top.
Note: I'm sure it will eventually stop, either when the raisin becomes saturated with liquid or the champagne loses its fizz.
Note: I'm sure it will eventually stop, either when the raisin becomes saturated with liquid or the champagne loses its fizz.
Labels: cool, food, interesting, trivia, videos
February 9, 2015
Danger! Don't Dial Demi-god Daily!
I got a call earlier when I was out and the number shown on the caller ID was 800-555-1212. I had used that number before; it's the AT&T information number, so I knew it was being "spoofed" by some less-than-legitimate party for some type of scam. A quick Google search proved me right, but a posting on this site showed me that even heroes can't be helped by the Do Not Call registry.
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Ol' Herc needs to get himself a call blocker, just like I have.
Labels: alliteration, ATT, funny, screenshots
How Harry Potter Should Have Ended
The movie series ended several years ago, the last book came out before then and while this isn't topical, it's still HP...and darn funny. There are some videos on YouTube by CinemaSins ("No movie is without sin!"), who point out all the mistakes and impossibilities in various hit movies and nearly all the Harry Potter flicks get lampooned.
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Geisha Girls Get Gay
I was watching a video on YouTube last night: American Experience: PBS: Pearl Harbor Surprise and Remembrance. There was a segment about US/Japan relations, Japanese culture and American perceptions of the Japanese and this was a title card of a snippet from a documentary made before the war.
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If you saw something like that these days, you'd think it was porn, huh?
Not only the times have changed, so have definitions of words.
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If you saw something like that these days, you'd think it was porn, huh?
Not only the times have changed, so have definitions of words.
All Wet in Oklahoma
Oklahoma has more man-made lakes than any other state and has over one million surface acres of water.
Back when I was a kid growing up, I think we visited a fair amount of lakes in Oklahoma when we went on vacation. My dad used to say Oklahoma spent more money on their lakes and state parks than they did their roads. I don't know about that, but the lakes certainly were better - and far outnumbered - the lakes in the Texas Panhandle.
Dad used to tell a story of going fishing in Oklahoma with some of his buddies; this was in the days of being able to drink and drive (as long as you weren't drunk and even then it wasn't as big of a deal as it is now). They were all sunburned and tired, fish in a cooler and what was left of the beer in another. One guy rolled down his window to throw out an empty beer can and the driver yelled "Don't do that! There's a highway patrol right behind us!"
The guys figured they'd get pulled over, but the cop just stayed behind them and they thought he hadn't seen the beer can being tossed. It was only ten/fifteen miles to the Texas line and the police cruiser stayed behind them but not pulling them over. The men thought they were really lucky, but about a mile from the state line the cop turned on his lights and pulled up right on their bumper and motioned for them to pull over, so they did.
As the officer got out of his car and walked up to theirs, they wondered why they were being stopped. They certainly hadn't been speeding and no one was drunk (and having a cop follow you for miles probably did a good job of sobering them up). The state trooper asked for the driver's license, glanced at it and started up some small talk.
"Been fishing?" asked the officer. "Yessir." said the driver. "Had any luck?" came the next question. The driver allowed that they had done all right. The cop looked at everyone in the car and back to the license, then handed it back. The men were relieved until the trooper said:
"Say, I saw that you threw out a beer can several miles back." The driver knew it would do no good to lie, so he admitted they had. "Didn't you want it?" asked the cop. The driver said no, they didn't.
"Well, the state of Oklahoma doesn't want it, either. What say we go back and you pick it up and take it back to Texas with you?"
So, they turned around and drove back the other way and when they got to the place where they had littered, the cop flashed his lights and they stopped and picked up a beer can. It wasn't even the brand they were drinking, but it satisfied the cop and he waved them on their way.
Back when I was a kid growing up, I think we visited a fair amount of lakes in Oklahoma when we went on vacation. My dad used to say Oklahoma spent more money on their lakes and state parks than they did their roads. I don't know about that, but the lakes certainly were better - and far outnumbered - the lakes in the Texas Panhandle.
Dad used to tell a story of going fishing in Oklahoma with some of his buddies; this was in the days of being able to drink and drive (as long as you weren't drunk and even then it wasn't as big of a deal as it is now). They were all sunburned and tired, fish in a cooler and what was left of the beer in another. One guy rolled down his window to throw out an empty beer can and the driver yelled "Don't do that! There's a highway patrol right behind us!"
The guys figured they'd get pulled over, but the cop just stayed behind them and they thought he hadn't seen the beer can being tossed. It was only ten/fifteen miles to the Texas line and the police cruiser stayed behind them but not pulling them over. The men thought they were really lucky, but about a mile from the state line the cop turned on his lights and pulled up right on their bumper and motioned for them to pull over, so they did.
As the officer got out of his car and walked up to theirs, they wondered why they were being stopped. They certainly hadn't been speeding and no one was drunk (and having a cop follow you for miles probably did a good job of sobering them up). The state trooper asked for the driver's license, glanced at it and started up some small talk.
"Been fishing?" asked the officer. "Yessir." said the driver. "Had any luck?" came the next question. The driver allowed that they had done all right. The cop looked at everyone in the car and back to the license, then handed it back. The men were relieved until the trooper said:
"Say, I saw that you threw out a beer can several miles back." The driver knew it would do no good to lie, so he admitted they had. "Didn't you want it?" asked the cop. The driver said no, they didn't.
"Well, the state of Oklahoma doesn't want it, either. What say we go back and you pick it up and take it back to Texas with you?"
So, they turned around and drove back the other way and when they got to the place where they had littered, the cop flashed his lights and they stopped and picked up a beer can. It wasn't even the brand they were drinking, but it satisfied the cop and he waved them on their way.
February 4, 2015
I'm a Patient Guy
But I can't wait that long.
I was downloading a video last night and my Ant video downloader add-on showed this much time remaining:
I might have made a mistake figuring it, but that's 1.386 million years left on the download. Let's see...my download finishes, or the sun burns out, probably one or the other.
I paused the d/l and started it back up again, was just a glitch.
I was downloading a video last night and my Ant video downloader add-on showed this much time remaining:
I paused the d/l and started it back up again, was just a glitch.
Labels: funny, screenshots
February 3, 2015
February 2, 2015
Your Crock I Block
Since I've been using various adblocking extensions and social media and content blocker on my Firefox browser, I've been getting these types of messages on the pages:
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Sometimes I get a "guilt" type message "This website exists because of the revenue we get from ads, so please disable your adblocker."
Well, 'scuse me, but I wouldn't mind a banner ad or two (or three or even four) placed within the page, but it's when you serve up several dozen ads and scripts that slow the loading down to a snail's pace...and I have an above-average fast connection...well, that's when I begin to get annoyed.
As the above graphic shows, sometimes the extensions and add-ons I use do interfere with the videos, so I disable them for a one-time viewing of what it was I wanted to see, the re-enable them before I leave the page. I don't mind them trying to make a buck off their website, but I DO resent having to wait a minute or longer to see what it was I came to the site to see. I also don't like it when a video auto-plays. I have used a script blocker before to stop that, but while I can whitelist sites I regularly visit, it gets old going to new ones and having to adjust the settings.
I'm resigned to having Facebook follow me all over the 'net, but I draw the line at other social media scripts and image bugs you put on your pages, not to mention the zillion ads you seem to think you have to have to pay the bills.
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Sometimes I get a "guilt" type message "This website exists because of the revenue we get from ads, so please disable your adblocker."
Well, 'scuse me, but I wouldn't mind a banner ad or two (or three or even four) placed within the page, but it's when you serve up several dozen ads and scripts that slow the loading down to a snail's pace...and I have an above-average fast connection...well, that's when I begin to get annoyed.
As the above graphic shows, sometimes the extensions and add-ons I use do interfere with the videos, so I disable them for a one-time viewing of what it was I wanted to see, the re-enable them before I leave the page. I don't mind them trying to make a buck off their website, but I DO resent having to wait a minute or longer to see what it was I came to the site to see. I also don't like it when a video auto-plays. I have used a script blocker before to stop that, but while I can whitelist sites I regularly visit, it gets old going to new ones and having to adjust the settings.
I'm resigned to having Facebook follow me all over the 'net, but I draw the line at other social media scripts and image bugs you put on your pages, not to mention the zillion ads you seem to think you have to have to pay the bills.
Cruising Through the Documentary
I was watching a YouTube documentary How World War II Bomber Crews Worked and was in a part of the video that was a little dull, consisting of briefings given by the various group commanders and tacticians. I was just about to fast-forward through the fifth or sixth one I had watched in a row when one guy really caught my eye, looking so familiar.
I think Tom Cruise's grandfather was in the 8th Air Force during WWII.
I think Tom Cruise's grandfather was in the 8th Air Force during WWII.
Labels: celebrities, documentaries, funny, war, YouTube
February 1, 2015
Super Bowl Quotes
Some strange - or funny - Super Bowl quotes.
Bill Peterson, football coach:
"Men, I want you just thinking of one word all season. One word and one word only: Super Bowl."
Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson, Dallas Cowboys linebacker (Super Bowl XIII):
"Terry Bradshaw couldn't spell 'cat' if you spotted him the 'C' and the 'A.'"
Matt Millen, Oakland Raiders linebacker (after learning the Washington Redskins' OG Russ Grimm said he'd 'run over his own mother to win the Super Bowl') (Super Bowl XVIII):
"I'd run over Russ Grimm's mother to win the Super Bowl, too."
Herb Adderly, Green Bay Packers cornerback (Super Bowl II):
"(When asked if he would rather play the game in Los Angeles or Miami)
"I'll play anywhere for $15,000."
Joe Namath, New York Jets quarterback (Super Bowl III):
"We're going to win on Sunday. I guarantee it."
A reporter to Doug Williams, Washington Redskins quarterback (Super Bowl XXII):
"How long have you been a black quarterback?"
Duane Thomas, Dallas Cowboys quarterback (Super Bowl VI):
"If it's the ultimate game, how come they're playing it again next year?"
Ernie Holmes, Pittsburgh Steelers defensive tackle, on Super Bowl X in Miami:
"I'll be glad to leave here. I feel like eating palm trees. I don't like this place. It's for people with arthritis. They come here to play golf and to die."
Julie Brown to Emmitt Smith, Dallas Cowboys running back (Super Bowl XXVIII):
"What are you going to wear in the game Sunday?"
"(When asked if he would rather play the game in Los Angeles or Miami)
"I'll play anywhere for $15,000."
Joe Namath, New York Jets quarterback (Super Bowl III):
"We're going to win on Sunday. I guarantee it."
A reporter to Doug Williams, Washington Redskins quarterback (Super Bowl XXII):
"How long have you been a black quarterback?"
Duane Thomas, Dallas Cowboys quarterback (Super Bowl VI):
"If it's the ultimate game, how come they're playing it again next year?"
Ernie Holmes, Pittsburgh Steelers defensive tackle, on Super Bowl X in Miami:
"I'll be glad to leave here. I feel like eating palm trees. I don't like this place. It's for people with arthritis. They come here to play golf and to die."
Julie Brown to Emmitt Smith, Dallas Cowboys running back (Super Bowl XXVIII):
"What are you going to wear in the game Sunday?"
Bill Peterson, football coach:
"Men, I want you just thinking of one word all season. One word and one word only: Super Bowl."
Thomas "Hollywood" Henderson, Dallas Cowboys linebacker (Super Bowl XIII):
"Terry Bradshaw couldn't spell 'cat' if you spotted him the 'C' and the 'A.'"
Matt Millen, Oakland Raiders linebacker (after learning the Washington Redskins' OG Russ Grimm said he'd 'run over his own mother to win the Super Bowl') (Super Bowl XVIII):
"I'd run over Russ Grimm's mother to win the Super Bowl, too."
January 31, 2015
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January 22, 2015
Bad Lip Reading - NFL
Love these vids - several Dallas Cowboys featured in this one.
Labels: Dallas Cowboys, football, funny, videos
January 21, 2015
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B & M
You can't say B or M without both of your lips touching.
That might explain why ventriloquists don't do a lot of bathroom humor.
That might explain why ventriloquists don't do a lot of bathroom humor.
Most Beautiful Eyes in the World
NOTE: Noticed the video had been taken down, so I found another one. Not sure if it's the same one uploaded by someone else, but it's similar...I think. I'm not sure because the original post was from nearly five years ago, 3/13/10. I'm "bumping" this because of a similar recent post: The Eyeball Test.
I love women's eyes; they're almost always the female asset that first catches my eye.
(Unless they're not looking, then I glance at their legs.)
While I went back to school a few years ago, I had a job in a liquor store. During slow times there wasn't much to do (actually, if I didn't feel like doing anything, there was ALWAYS something to do, but I drew the line at doing it all) I worked the evening shift and since my boss liked to hire young, single women and didn't much care about any other qualifications, I generally had to relieve people I wasn't fond of working with.
If I grew tired of watching TV during the lulls, I would do most anything to entertain myself. I was reading a woman's magazine and noticed the advert model's beautiful eyes. I remembered a poster I had seen of nothing but eyes, so I thought I'd make something similar, cutting out the parts of the magazines and gluing them onto some stiff white paper.
I got magazines from my mom, some from the laundry and got regular donations from the beauty shop next door. I took my work-in-progress home with me so it wouldn't accidentally get thrown away.(or discarded on purpose, knowing these sorry co-workers I was around) One afternoon when I got there, the girl jumped on me, asking why I was cutting up the magazines before she had a chance to read them. I told her they were mine to do with as I wished. She was taken aback; I'd never been so "rude" to her before.
She then demanded to know what I was snipping out of the magazines. Not bothering to take the time to explain what I was doing, I told her in my best Jack Nicholson "Shining" voice:
"I'm cutting the eyes out of the women's faces."
The look on her face was priceless; pure horror and disgust, as if I'd jumped up on the table and peed in the wedding punch.
She left right away, thank goodness. She quit a couple of weeks later, and that was even better.
January 17, 2015
January 16, 2015
The Eyeball Test
I made my daily visit to StartSampling, a site I've been a member of since before I owned a computer. (I joined using a library computer) I get points that can be redeemed for prizes; points for visiting each day and for the month, rating recipes, solving puzzles and trivia plus participating in the daily poll. Today's was about eye color; here are the results:
My eyes are brown (please, no jokes about why that is, I've heard them all) but it was the "Other" results that puzzled me.
It made me go do a little bit of reading about it and Wikipedia mentioned those colors, plus red, violet and amber. I learn something new every day. Usually.
The gray eye results reminded me of a woman I used to date; a pretty brunette with the most striking blue eyes. It wasn't until the next morning after our first night together that I saw her putting in contacts - her eyes weren't blue, but a cold, steely gray. Now, I've seen women with gray eyes before and didn't think much of it other than it being a little unusual, but I came to find out this woman's eyes matched her soul - cold, steely and gray.
I once met a woman (introduced by mutual friends) and after talking to her for a few minutes, she turned away and asked "What color are my eyes?" I knew what she was doing, that was from some movie or maybe a woman's magazine that said that would be a test of how much the man was paying attention to her face and not the rest of her body.
"Uh....blue, kinda." I replied. "Wrong!" she said, her face still averted. "Well, sort of a bluish-green, maybe." I answered. I continued on what I knew was a trap question and a way-wrong answer. "Maybe some brown flecks?" "Wrong again!" she declared. "They're hazel!" and turned back to me, widening her eyes to show me the color.
Sheesh, I'm a guy and I'm not really an expert on colors anyway. They still looked bluish-green with brown flecks to me. Kinda, I dunno.
I didn't try to pursue a relationship with her because I hadn't passed "the eyeball test". That was OK, because I didn't really like what I had seen, anyway, not to mention her offending the rest of my senses.
My eyes are brown (please, no jokes about why that is, I've heard them all) but it was the "Other" results that puzzled me.
It made me go do a little bit of reading about it and Wikipedia mentioned those colors, plus red, violet and amber. I learn something new every day. Usually.
The gray eye results reminded me of a woman I used to date; a pretty brunette with the most striking blue eyes. It wasn't until the next morning after our first night together that I saw her putting in contacts - her eyes weren't blue, but a cold, steely gray. Now, I've seen women with gray eyes before and didn't think much of it other than it being a little unusual, but I came to find out this woman's eyes matched her soul - cold, steely and gray.
I once met a woman (introduced by mutual friends) and after talking to her for a few minutes, she turned away and asked "What color are my eyes?" I knew what she was doing, that was from some movie or maybe a woman's magazine that said that would be a test of how much the man was paying attention to her face and not the rest of her body.
"Uh....blue, kinda." I replied. "Wrong!" she said, her face still averted. "Well, sort of a bluish-green, maybe." I answered. I continued on what I knew was a trap question and a way-wrong answer. "Maybe some brown flecks?" "Wrong again!" she declared. "They're hazel!" and turned back to me, widening her eyes to show me the color.
Sheesh, I'm a guy and I'm not really an expert on colors anyway. They still looked bluish-green with brown flecks to me. Kinda, I dunno.
I didn't try to pursue a relationship with her because I hadn't passed "the eyeball test". That was OK, because I didn't really like what I had seen, anyway, not to mention her offending the rest of my senses.
January 15, 2015
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January 11, 2015
Thank You Cowboys!
Even though your season ended on a disappointing note, it was still a success by nearly any reasonable measure. I'll admit I didn't have much hope for this season, thinking it might very well be worse than last year's 8-8 record and in fact, I thought the team would be lucky to get to that mark and figured that it would be more along the lines of 4-12, especially after that horrible pre-season and the first regular season loss to San Francisco.
Here's hoping the 'Boys can sign the free agents they really need and that the draft will be a good one. Thanks for such a good season and I'm already looking forward to next year!
How 'bout them Cowboys!
Here's hoping the 'Boys can sign the free agents they really need and that the draft will be a good one. Thanks for such a good season and I'm already looking forward to next year!
How 'bout them Cowboys!
FEAR THE STAR
January 10, 2015
January 9, 2015
Let There Be Light!
From the archives:
How Many Church Members To Change a Light Bulb?
CHARISMATIC: Only one. Hands already in the air.
PENTECOSTALS: Ten. One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness.
PRESBYTERIANS: None. Lights will go on and off at predestined times.
ROMAN CATHOLIC: None. Candles only.
BAPTISTS: At least 15. One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change and decide who brings the potato salad.
EPISCOPALIANS: Eight. One to call the electrician, and seven to say how much they liked the old one better.
NAZARENE: Six. One woman to replace the bulb while five men review church lighting policy.
LUTHERANS: None. Lutherans don't believe in change.
AMISH: What's a light bulb?
JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES: None. The lights are on, but no one's home.
MORMONS: Five. One man to change the bulb, and four wives to tell him how to do it
PENTECOSTALS: Ten. One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness.
PRESBYTERIANS: None. Lights will go on and off at predestined times.
ROMAN CATHOLIC: None. Candles only.
BAPTISTS: At least 15. One to change the light bulb, and three committees to approve the change and decide who brings the potato salad.
EPISCOPALIANS: Eight. One to call the electrician, and seven to say how much they liked the old one better.
NAZARENE: Six. One woman to replace the bulb while five men review church lighting policy.
LUTHERANS: None. Lutherans don't believe in change.
AMISH: What's a light bulb?
JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES: None. The lights are on, but no one's home.
MORMONS: Five. One man to change the bulb, and four wives to tell him how to do it
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rallentando
rallentando\ rah-luhn-TAHN-doh; It. rahl-len-TAHN-daw \ , adjective
1. slackening; becoming slower (used as a musical direction).
As I grow older, I'm more prone to rallentando.
I still like music, though.
Labels: words
January 4, 2015
Limited Edition - Lisa Gail
OK, it's been a while since I last tortured my loyal readers and I'm feeling particularly sadistic this morning...so here goes.
Looks like she's dropped her last name or maybe she got divorced...whatever the reason, I simply don't care.
Looks like she's dropped her last name or maybe she got divorced...whatever the reason, I simply don't care.
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