So, it’s not a picture of “Dogs Playing Poker”. While it’s just one short of a dozen, they have to be content with gathering for nap time, since they couldn’t decide who got left out at the poker table.
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(Stolen from FB)
iPhad: Gadget Pr0n
Just ran across a new (to me) word for Apple’s tablet: fondleslab. As in,
“I spent all night on the couch with my fondleslab.”
Pretty well sums it up, IMO.
Talk About Invasion of Privacy!
Got an email with this subject line,
What Size Is Your Prostate? See The Photo.
?!? WHERE did they get the photo, and HOW?!?
Nood Gews!
Today, while the weatherman seems to have once again missed the forecast high by nine degrees (about average, it seems) the forecast high is just about backasswards to the recorded high, in the direction of having been forecast too high this time, instead of the other way around.
No, it’s not a sign of an impending ice age. It’s just weather.
The Gnomes Know…
(stolen… and twisted a tad)
Friends are like underpants (hence the advanced knowledge of gnomes on this subject)….
Some crawl up your butt.
Some snap under pressure.
Some don’t have the strength to hold you up.
Some get a little twisted.
Some are your favorite.
Some are holey (or holy? ;-)).
Some are cheap.
Some are naughty.
Some are dirty (hence, “commando days” when they ALL are… or seem to be)
And some actually cover your butt when you need them to.
Which kind(s) do you have?
Oh, very well *sigh*
Not Just Sloppy Writing
The two people credited in a byline for an article that included the following should be whipped with a dangling participle, along with any editor who passed on their work:
“…the recently re-ignited 40-year-old cold case that has haunted the FBI for years.”
?!? OK, I don’t get paid to write anything, but even I know that is unnecessarily awkward. How about, “…the recently re-ignited cold case that has haunted the FBI for 40 years” instead? It’s even easier to write than the other, too. Clarity, simplicity, brevity: watchwords for reporters to observe carefully, IMO.
Of course, now that I think of it, where would the “journalists” of today find such writing to emulate? (And I’ll admit they’d not find it here, but then I don’t take anyone’s money for this gig.)
Just another small piece of the “literacy means more than just being able to painfully puzzle out those weird chicken scratches on paper” puzzle, along with idiot Hiveminders who don’t know such things as the difference between “affect” and “effect” or “than” and “then” (and don’t pretend you haven’t seen such abortions of literacy in print or heard them from Podpeople Pie Holes).
Such people don’t even qualify as subliterates in my book. That would be giving them too much credit.
OK, OK, these sorts of things have been around forever, I suppose. I just notice them more and more often nowadays. But… re-reading (and taking very little time to do so *heh*) a book from the so-called “Golden Age of Science Fiction” authored by one of its pillars, I ran across,
“…according to their desserts.”
Where the author meant, “according to their deserts.”
Yes, the first instance is incorrect and the second is correct. Check me, if you wish. I’ll wait. 🙂
OK, back now?
Now, that incorrect word usage may have been a slip of the typewriter 61 years ago, though since I’m conversant with this author’s work in print, and he was more literate than 99% of fair-to-middlin’-to-pretty darned good contemporary authors, even given the space opera-ish tone of his work, I suspect an error in transcription crept in along the way to the eBook edition.
And naturally, it went flying right past any proofreader or editor with nary a pause.
Chaps my gizzard, it does… *heh*
A Kid Again
In 1959, we were a single income family, even though both of my parents were college graduates. My dad was making decent money working in a field not known for particularly good incomes. Still with five children, the budget was sometimes a tad tight. So, when my folks decided to buy a World Book Encyclopedia with all the trimmings, including ten years of “yearbooks” and a large (no, REALLY large, “library-sized”) two-volume dictionary set, our lil family library grew by almost 25% overnight, and I found my backup reading material for the next few years.
Yes, there was always at least one volume of the set under my bed, close enough for a night time “sneak read”. Sometimes, it was just one of the two dictionary volumes (yes, for reading), but most often it was just a volume chosen according to some topic that had caught my fancy, then kept for further reading as one article led to another and another and…
And that’s how I get to be a kid again. For the last 18 years the web has been my go-to reading material for times when I’ve exhausted my stash of new books. It’s also been my substitute for an encyclopedia, since I never run out of things to learn. And thanks to my *cough* encyclopedic reading habits over the years, I have a skill set and basic knowledge base that allows me to filter out most crap.
And the resources–good quality resources–are effectively limitless, now, and not confined to one book case. Heck, I find myself re-reading classics online that are in a book case that’s literally within the reach of my right hand as I type these words.
And on top of being a library with more than enough resources to keep me in learning material for life, the web’s a source of amusement (dumbasses a-plenty to poke fun at! Yipee! *heh*), entertainment (I have a full movie list at Crackle, for example), contemporary information (I’ll not say it’s “news”) and interpersonal interactions.
But most of all, it’s a resource just jam packed with information that’s either new to me or in a new format that makes sense in a different way or old information that’s fun to re-read, review and cogitate over.
Sweet. Kid. In a candy store. Unlimited candy budget.
*sigh* I’ve entered my second childhood.
Am I a Cynic?
Just saw the opening to a cop show. If this were real life, I could see some sense in wiping out the gene pool that comprised the “sympathetic” characters.
Car stops by kid walking home from school. She gets in the car with a total stranger. (Too stupid to live.) Behind the car, her brother rides up on a bicycle. Hears his sister scream, sees her in the car. What does he do? He gets off his bicycle and starts running after the car! What?!? He was On! A! Bicycle! (Too stupid to live.)
The writers and director should be terminated. They’ve obviously already lobotomized themselves.
Everybody (but me, the UNintended audience) is frantic! Agitated music and all that! The search is on!
And I’m bored already. I can hardly wait for good news that the fictional lil girl will not be passing on her genetic material to another generation of fictional characters. Please let it be so! (But I’m not holding my breath… or watching the rest of this drivel.)
LEAKED! New Democratic Party Symbol!
Stolen from Dan Schmucker and shamelessly modded
Reason #1,365,92 Why I Don’t Trust Climate Scare-ists’ Models
Just think about it for a few seconds. The comparative size, accuracy and reliability of the data sets used by Climate Scare-sim Cultists is minuscule, wildly inaccurate and unreliable (using their data setsd, their models have yet to be able to “post-dict” ANY climate and have proven wildly off in predictions to date, even with data cheating and outright lies to make their case) compared to your garden variety weather forecasters’ data sets. And yet, who really has found weather forecasters’ predictions to be all that close to what comes to pass?
