It turns out that I’m registered to vote. Apparently the road I live on is split in two. Just a little on the scary side.
South park
Last week’s South Park episode with Richard Dawkins was funny. No sacred cows left untipped with these guys.
space for beer
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in
front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very
large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf
balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it
was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into
the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open
areas between golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it
was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a
unanimous “yes.”
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty
space between the sand. The students laughed.
“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to
recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the
important things–your family, your children, your health, your
friends, your favorite passions–things that if everything else was
lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
“The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your
house, your car.
The sand is everything else–the small stuff.
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no
room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If
you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never
have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to
the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your
children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out
to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the
house, and fix the disposal.
“Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer
represented.
The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you
that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a
couple of beers.”
bulls don’t have udders
I saw a trailer for some stupid animated farm movie. A male cow is a bull. Bulls do not have udders. All the cattle on the trailer – both male and female alike had udders. Could this be the first transexual animal movie for kids?
I am kimiko?
Another one of those surreal quizzes. This one gave me an unusual result…
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Which Megatokyo Character Are You?
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Ahrrr (pirates)
Today be talk like a pirate day. Arrrrr!
I’m just laughing at Penn and Teller
I love the Bullsh*t show. It’s being aired on FX on this side of the pond. The episode at the moment is all about the obsession of having ‘the best’. Well, they’re doing the restaurant thing – everything on the table is made from really cheap ingredients, but is presented really well, with a great waiter feeding the best lines of BS to the customers. Surprise, surprise, nobody caught on to the fact that it was a scam until they were told. I’m reminded of the brother in law. I wonder if he would have been caught by this?
Now we have the environmental panic folks. I seem to remember Mr. Moore on the radio show a while back.
My super ex-girlfriend
Sad to say, I think I wrote the plot. I won’t claim to have written the script.
Funny.
Predictable.
Shame.
My super ex girlfriend IMDB link
baals, it’s funny
I’m watching episode 4 of Stargate season 10. I laugh primarily because of the premise of the issue – there are many, many clones of Baal and, well, it’s just funny to have all those clones wandering around like ‘revenge of paranoia’. hell, at least we only have 5 clones in Paranoia.
Still laughing at the baals.
Baals
stagolicious
Forgive the poor speling and the poor grammar. Last night was young dermot’s stag party. We spent the afternoon shooting things in Wicklow. I think the reverend should have been there, he would have probably beaten us all (embarassing, sonsidering that we are a bunch of computer gaming first person fools.