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“Sunset tonight marks the beginning of the human holy month of Ramadan on Earth. Until the next moon, over 2.7 billion Earth humans and 2 million in the colonies will abstain from eating, drinking, or having sexual intercourse during daylight hours. Giving to the poor or feeding them while breaking fast in the evening is encouraged, along with praying and reading from a holy book. Humans in the colonies will base their fasting timetable off of visual sighting of the largest crescent moon; planets with no moons or extreme photoperiods follow Earth's timetable. Those who are travelling more than 64km are exempt from fasting but must make up the days later with fasting or buying the poor an evening meal -- humans in non-geosynchronous orbit are considered to be travelling at all times.”

gotta get some props for that

people can be so cruel

The Irish museum of modern art is now in this building.

the great and powerful google

The London Review of Breakfasts

Moofie

The Prestige, what a good film. That Christopher Nolan likes his multiple temporal narratives.

I think I would have to call the genre "Historical Science Fiction".

Here is a good list to follow.

What's for dinner

Oeufs en meurette


with duck eggs...

So true. Every time it happens a little part of me dies.

lamanana693 at 2010-08-20 14:15 CET:

The file plays fine in VLC even though it's only downloaded 99.9%.
Apparently, deliberately damaging a single byte of a file after it's been hashed by the seeder is a way that some seeders use to ensure that nobody can complete the torrent for a few days, keeping the swarm fairly big. Leechers downloading the file fail the hash check on the last piece even though it is has actually downloaded correctly, since the seeder is sending out incorrect data because they intentionally corrupted the source file slightly. After a few days the seeder puts the file back to how it should be and then eventually everyone manages to complete the torrent.

Mysterious story from Old America

heh

Ham Dogger

cool stuff

Teaching Maths

Winston Churchill quotes

At an elegant dinner party, Lady Astor once leaned across the table to remark, "If you were my husband, Winston, I'd poison your coffee."

"And if you were my wife, I'd beat the shit out of you," came Churchill's unhesitating retort.

While serving as a subaltern in the Boer War, the young Churchill was asked by a superior officer to give his opinion of the Boers as soldiers. "They're assholes, sir," he ventured, then paused briefly and added, with a whimsical smile, "They're assholes."

Churchill was known to drain a glass or two and, after one particularly convivial evening, he chanced to encounter Miss Bessie Braddock, a Socialist member of the House of Commons, who, upon seeing his condition, said, "Winston, you're drunk." Mustering all his dignity, Churchill drew himself up to his full height, cocked an eyebrow and rejoined, "Shove it up your ass, you ugly cunt."

When the noted playwright George Bernard Shaw sent him two tickets to the opening night of his new play with a note that read: "Bring a friend, if you have one," Churchill, not to be outdone, promptly wired back: "You and your play can go fuck yourselves."

Shortly after Churchill had grown a moustache, he was accosted by a certain young lady whose political views were in direct opposition to his own. Fancying herself something of a wag, she exclaimed, "Mr. Churchill, I care for neither your politics nor your moustache." Unabashed, the young statesman regarded her quietly for a moment, then wryly commented, "Suck my dick."

subway posters

Gandhi cannot be harmed with conventional weapons.

Frickin' Gandhi. First time they play, everyone assumes Gandhi will be all peaceful. Y'know, history and all. They become friends, and since no one else is close by, player doesn't build an army.

Next thing you know, Gandhi comes screaming through your land with an army the size of the whole British Empire, raping, pillaging, destroying everything in sight.

Gandhi does not run out of troops. Gandhi does not accept surrender. Gandhi does not diverge from this tactic, ever, and Gandhi does not lose.

beware fanfic!

movie:

Night on Earth

(jim jaramusch)

game:

Jade Empire

(bioware)

Comic Sans

Listen up. I know the shit you've been saying behind my back. You think I'm stupid. You think I'm immature. You think I'm a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I'm Comic Sans, and I'm the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don't like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don't like that I'm all over your sister-in-law's blog? You don't like that I'm on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I'm pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don't all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can't all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I'm standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I'm fun. I'm the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business' website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I'm banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I'm shredding "Reign In Blood" on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I'm racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who'll kill me if I don't cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn't even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I'm famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I'm in your signs. I'm in your browsers. I'm in your instant messengers. I'm not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I'm gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

My name is Inego Montoya. I am your father, prepare to die!

Aphex Twin's "Come To Daddy", covered by Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton

breaking News

Did I do these already?

How many Marxists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

None: the lightbulb contains the seeds of its own revolution.

How many debutantes does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

A cotillion.

How many Alzheimer's patients does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

To get the the other side.

One.

How many psychics does it take to change a lightbulb?

How many Irish grandmothers does it take to change a lightbulb?

Ah don't you worry now. You go out and have fun, I'll just sit here in the dark.

How does it change many dyslexics to take a lightbulb?

How many Mystery writers does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Two. One to screw it most of the way in, and the other to give it a surprising twist at the end!

How many people from a particular demographic does it take to perform a specified task?

A finite number. One to perform the specified task and the others to behave in a manner stereotypical of that particular demographic.

Science vs. Journalism

Science:

http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v466/n7307/full/nature09304.html

People exert large amounts of problem-solving effort playing computer games. Simple image- and text-recognition tasks have been successfully ‘crowd-sourced’ through games^{1, 2,3}, but it is not clear if more complex scientific problems can be solved with human-directed computing. Protein structure prediction is one such problem: locating the biologically relevant native conformation of a protein is a formidable computational challenge given the very large size of the search space. Here we describe Foldit, a multiplayer online game that engages non-scientists in solving hard prediction problems. Foldit players interact with protein structures using direct manipulation tools and user-friendly versions of algorithms from the Rosetta structure prediction methodology⁴, while they compete and collaborate to optimize the computed energy. We show that top-ranked Foldit players excel at solving challenging structure refinement problems in which substantial backbone rearrangements are necessary to achieve the burial of hydrophobic residues. Players working collaboratively develop a rich assortment of new strategies and algorithms; unlike computational approaches, they explore not only the conformational space but also the space of possible search strategies. The integration of human visual problem-solving and strategy development capabilities with traditional computational algorithms through interactive multiplayer games is a powerful new approach to solving computationally-limited scientific problems.

Journalism:

Gamers beat algorithms at finding protein structures