So, spammers, what’s the deal with trying to spam my blog with “head shop” junk? Bongs, pipes, etc.? E.D. drugs and grass seed too good for you?
Y’all have problems. Seriously.
I am apparently genetically predisposed towards an inability to spell “caricature” without the aid and comfort of a nearby dictionary. My mind practically screams “There’s got to be an ‘H’ in there somewhere!”
Bonus Orthogonal Observation:
I am unsure as to why comment spammers suddenly think including the word “urine” in their attempts to make it past my filters will increase their chances of getting through. It apparently worked somewhere, somehow, at some time, because a large portion of the comments Akismet nails these days include the word.
Dashedly odd, if I do say so myself.
A brief question, dear readers:
What, precisely, is the proper workplace restroom response to a coworker who, by all appearances, is talking to his toilet bowl, other than fleeing the scene at top speed?
What is the proper response when encountering said coworker in the hallway later in the day? (Note that he is likely unaware of your overhearing his auditory restroom transgressions.)
Bonus points will be issued for suitably humorous responses.
ChessCoaster: Like Snakes on a Plane, only far, far geekier.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
1) I didn’t realize that there’s such a thing as “explosives engineering”
2) I didn’t realize that some universities offer minors in said engineering field
3) I didn’t realize that one of those unis has an explosives summer camp, which is more boom-y than regular camp, I’ll wager.
Maxin’ and relaxin’ on the beach, hence posting is likely to be light, light, light.
Nobody touch nuthin’ while I’m gone.
For instance, this is the single best video of a squirrel slingshot you are likely to see. Ever.
I read with a good deal of sadness that Mr. Wizard died yesterday morning. For all of you youngsters, he was like Beakman or Bill Nye, oldschool-style.
His experiments were decidedly a low-fi sort of affair, but they were entertaining and engaging. I’m sure he’s responsible for just as many engineers as James Doohan. A sad day, indeed.
Ever wonder how Walt Disney World stays so clean, so spic-and-span? Turns out it’s actually built on top of enormous tunnels that whisk away garbage, convey employees to their destinations, deliver supplies to vendors and offer employees a respite from the Florida sun, all out of the view of the prying eyes of guests.
Harry Potter and Luke Skywalker: separated at birth? Plus, Cracked.com offers the top 12 suspiciously similar movies of recent vintage.
I link, you decide.