My dad sent me this the other day. It would probably be funny, except that kids trick or treating tonight will be the same ones who end up footing the bill for an out of control social security system, ever-expanding welfare rolls, socialized health care, and environmental anti-boogeyman efforts. Enjoy the free candy, kids, ‘cuz you’ll be paying for it later.
…when my brothers and I were kids, we would probably be dead by now. We definitely would have tried this.
A: A fighter jet.
Bits, the technology blog of the N.Y. Times, reports that H211 LLC, a “company controlled by Google’s top executives, including billionaire founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin, appears to have added a new plane to its well-equipped fleet: a fighter jet, or more precisely a Dornier Alpha Jet.”
The article says that they will load it up with instruments for NASA missions, but I’m not buying it. Now that they’ve entered the cell phone industry with Android, the next untapped market for Google is the heads-up display for fighter pilots. Just think of the possibilities. A pilot types in “Iran nuclear facility” and then clicks on “I’m feeling lucky.” 0.08 seconds later Google maps delivers a map of Achmadinajad’s back yard. That sounds extremely useful to me.
HT: /.
Junichiro Shirogawa flies gracefully through the winter air as the Japanese National Sumo Ski Jumping team began practices yesterday in preparation for the 2009 International Sumo Games. Thankfully, nobody was hurt.
image via: FunnyHub
We use Windows Live Messenger around the office to keep in touch throughout the day. As you would expect, Microsoft supports the program by placing ads in it, ads like the one below:
“Appearance: attractive”? If you’re looking for the “love of your life”, would you pick anything other than attractive? What were the other choices? Great Personality? A Little Homely? Kind of like Bob Barker, but with a unibrow? Seriously.
I wonder what would happen to me if I read Jason’s Google Reader for a week instead of my own. I don’t know where he finds this stuff…
Roberto Rivera over at The Point refers to an article from the NY Times based on a report from The Pew Center:”(Don’t tell ME that bloggers never cite their sources!)”: showing “that for the first time in nearly a decade, the number of people entering the country illegally was lower than the number arriving through legal channels.” The Times notes that some “attributed the trend to crackdowns that include record numbers of workplace raids and deportations.” (Where have I heard that before?) The tough economic times were also to blame because “construction and service industries, which rely heavily on immigrant labor” have been among the hardest hit.
Rivera added the following youtube documentary that shows the trouble we might be facing if we can’t lure more Mexicans here to take the jobs Americans don’t want.
Soooo close…
Though I’m not entirely sure why, I’ve been in a country music mood for the past few weeks. I don’t know if it is an end of summer thing or what, but last night while I was doing the dishes I had Froggy 98 on in the background. It was odd enough when a song by Darius Rucker, former frontman for Hootie and the Blowfish, came on. The song after that? “Who Says You Can’t Go Home,” by Bon Jovi. Bon-Freakin’-Jovi. On Froggy 98. This is not the Froggy I grew up with. Froggy is dead to me. Dead.
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We stopped by Blockbuster on Sunday night to pick up Star Wars, Episode I. You see, Pete has an opportunity I never did growing up, namely to watch all 6 Star Wars movies in order. Amanda already spilled the beans (for shame!) that Anakin will become Darth Vader, but hopefully he’ll be able to experience the rest of the story as it unfolds before him.
While we were trying to find the movie, I passed by the Guitar Hero III demo they had set up in the store. I had never *experienced* the Guitar Hero phenomenon, so I picked up the guitar, scrolled to Weezer’s “My Name is Jonas,” and began to jam. The first time through didn’t go so well, and I got booed off the stage less than half way through. Not one to be easily discouraged, I started the song over again and began to find my groove. Before the lead singer could sing about the choo choo train leaving right on time, I had the digi-fans out of their seats, hooting and hollering as I wailed away on my recently acquired axe. When it was all said and done, I hit 89% of the notes but was convince that if I played it just one more time I could probably get into the high nineties. I can see how people get addicted to that game.
By the way, Pete really liked the movie and has since been frequently stabbing me with his collapsible light saber and “aiming” his palm at me, attempting to throw me across the room using the Force. Does anyone know where I can pick up a kit to test Pete’s midi-chlorian levels?
Want to lower your house payment? Want to save hundreds of dollars each month? Well, the Rescuer in Chief has a deal you can’t afford to pass up. In order to qualify, you have to meet the following criteria:
You’d better hurry up if you want to take advantage of this special offer because only the first 400,000 home owners who apply will be accepted.
Please note, if you have been making your house payment on time each month you are not eligible for this incredible opportunity.
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Also, from the Department of Homeland Irony, White House spokesman Tony Fratto said that in light of the newly signed legislation, “the Federal Housing Administration would begin right away to implement new policies ‘intended to keep more deserving American families in their homes.’” As it turns out, banks have already found a way to determine which American families deserve to stay in their homes. It’s the ones who send them a check each month.
