On the thirteenth of September, 1848, a explosive accident launched an inch-thick steel tamping rod through the head of Phineas P. Gage, foreman of blasting operations for the Rutland and Burlington Railroad. The shaft entering under the left cheekbone and exiting through the top of Gage’s skull. Gage survived, living for twelve more years, even though his personality was change to such an extent that his friends described him as “no longer Gage.”
Soil Sampling! For fun and profit!
Kristin is busy working on a functional spec sheet today. “What’s a spec sheet,” you ask? Read this Joel on Software article to find out.
Sometimes, I think ignorance really would be bliss. Sometimes I envy people that are so bat-bangin’ insane that they are free enough to do stuff like this guy: Leather Chaps Man. Here’s a man who’s so far into his own universe that he’s oblivious to the world around him — and in his universe, he’s one hot dude.
“It is not known why Daigle was giving his parrot a shower.”
What do you folks think? Does wackoloony stuff like this happen all the time, or are really weird articles such as this one actually encrypted messages posted by deep-secret hackers to communicate the account information of their wealthy targets?
Glow-in-the-Dark Toilet Seats: just in time for birthday season.
I have a terrible fear of wasps. My patron saint is Friard, who summoned a cloud of wasps to attack his tormentors.
Joseph is vacationing in China for two weeks or so. The hotel prices have shocked him.
Joseph: Dammit, I just paid 20 bucks for 2 cans of Diet Coke!
Me: Really?!
Joseph: And 370 dollars for lunch!! Do NOT eat at your hotel here.
Me: Man, I had one of those “YOU WIN A FREE 20OZ BOTTLE OF COKE” bottlecaps I could’ve sent you.
Joseph: It’s screwed. I can buy a clone Palm V for 25$, or get two cans of Diet Coke. WTF?
Beth will be blogging for 24 hours straight on July 28th and 29th, during the 24-Hour BLOGATHON. In this time she hopes to raise some cash for the Second Harvest charity.
Go sponsor her now: she’s #28 on the list, and her sitename is “<a href=http://unxmaal.com/cgi-bin/clickcount.cgi?action=jump&URL=http://www.geocities.com/thejettgrrrl/blog.html">All blogged up and nowhere to go“.
Me, to my British friend: It’s way hot here, in Atlanta. It’s 90-something Fahrenheit, and humid.
My British friend: In Celsius?
Me, to Smarterchild: Smarterchild! I command thee! Convert 90F to Celsius!
Smarterchild: There are 32.222222 ??c in 90 ??f, my liege!
Me, to MBF: 32?? C
MBF:Erk! I would die! I can’t leave the house if it gets that hot! How do you survive?
Me: I sprint across the parking lot to my car. My car, being a Ford, has the air-conditioning of Christ, and can drop the temperature inside from about 110??F inside the car to a nice 70??F in 5 minutes. I open the door, jump back to let the blast of hot air pass, jump in the car, start it, turn the AC on HIGH, roll down the windows, drive out of the apartment complex really fast so the engine assists the compressor, then roll up the windows. By the time I’m on the highway to work, it’s fairly comfortable. Once I get to work, I park the car, and sprint to the nicely-airconditioned building.