Monthly Archives: March 2011

– Boxing: Sergio Martinez showed why he is one of the top pound-for-pound fighters by beating Sergiy Dzinziruk. No, I cannot pronounce this motherfucker’s name. Anyway, the guy Sergio beat the shit out of was supposed to be this great technical fighter who had never been knocked down. Sergio knocked his ass down all right, ending the fight in eight rounds. Also, the undercard was spectacular as Andy Lee was getting beat the whole fight (even HBO’s crew was wondering if they would stop it) until the 10th round where he dropped Craig McEwan. Two good fights, worth watching the whole replay if you see it.

– How would you react? You’re filling up your tanker and shit! A fire breaks out. Would you hop into said tanker and drive an inferno? I’d probably duck behind someone and watch everything burn the fuck up:  (The Daily What)

– Fucking racists: In case you were wondering, it isn’t racist to ask the audience at a sold out movie theater to turn their phones off. That’s according to the Delaware Supreme Court, link hurr. Unfortunately the Delaware State Human Relations Commission did think it was racist, hence the courts getting involved.  (Coyote Blog)

– Brass wedding ring: Did you buy a wedding ring yet, Bunk? Mark Lee? Just saying, it’d be cool if Jaime and Sharon had matching brass knuckle rings:  (The World’s Best Ever)

– The Sun: Very nice shot of that hotness. Astonishing, even:  (Wooten)

– Are you easily manipulated? Find out here. I’d tell you more about the test in the video, but I think what I knew prior ruined it for me (I’m not susceptible at all, boosh!).  (New Scientist)

– Fallout: Here’s what to do in case your local nuclear power plant has a meltdown. I always thought you just duck and cover.  (Discovery)

– Bug life: I strongly believe that two ways to end starvation is to genetically modify the shit out of foods (to the point that we’re growing food in the desert) and to have people eat insects. Yum. My thought was always that it has to be mad cheap to “farm” bugs and that a family could have their own tank of food in their apartment. Then my dad sent me this article in the NY Times. This snippet hurt the most:

His brother sees an obstacle other than distaste — price.

“Wholesale, insects are similar in price to beef now,” Roland van de Ven said, citing the labor-intensive farming methods used. “Locusts are more like caviar.”

Margot Calis, 62, who works with her daughter Marieke on the farm, which employs 10 people, agreed. “The price of insects is much too high,” she said. “There is lots of manual labor involved, and it is too expensive.”

What the fuck you mean there is a lot of manual labor? For fucking bugs? (I’m using “fucking” as an adjective there, not a verb, sicko.) Anyway, I guess my dream of poor people growing their own cockroaches for dinner is not right around the corner.  (Dad)

– This’ll fix it: How to make one of the worst ghettos better? Install a gondola. That’s what Rio de Janeiro wants to do with the favelas:  (Wired)

– Nice headline: “Butts waives hearing in Boob murder case.”  (Dad)

– More boobs: Mom – can you knit like this:  (The Daily What)

– How to make pot brownies like a pastry chef: These look tasty:  (The World’s Best Ever)

– Sorry: I know this is a short one and that it’s Wednesday so I’m late. I’d write more, but there is a terrible, turrible, band playing outside. I don’t even know what song they are trying to play, but the bassist missed notes in the opening riff and was speeding up and slowing down. Now some guy is garbling into the microphone. Ooo, sweet cymbal crash. Almost timed it with the singer’s scream. “Let me hear YOU!!” was just shouted followed by a smattering of applause. Now they are playing Collective Soul’s “Shine”, and that made me remember how good of an album Collective Soul is. So there, this horrendous band did something good tonight.

– Here are some titties: Because boobs got mentioned enough above:  (Fuck Yeah Brazilian Girls)

 

– Boxing: Our favorite Mexican Ginger, Saul Alvarez, beat Ricky Hatton’s brother, Matthew, to a pulp on Saturday.  The scorecards read 119-108 all three times (Alvarez was docked for hitting on the break).  Also in that link, Zab “Super Jew” Judah knocked out Kaizer “Don’t Call Me Söze” Mabuza at The Rock in Brick City, Dirty Jerz.

– Oobleck: Sorry, Heidi, but I don’t remember this stuff, at least not by name.  But I do watch Mythbusters so I do know you can walk on the non-Newtonian fluid. (And really, NPR?  People gotta come to a site that shows titties to find out what real scientists call oobleck?)  (Heidi)

– Fucking elephants: In my junior year of college, one of my partners on a project was writing an essay on elephants for another class.  While everyone else in our group worked on the actual project, he would just tell me about how fucking smart these animals are.  I remember him telling me that elephants would mourn deaths by returning to the spot where a family member had died.  Shit was crazy.  Not as crazy as finding out that “Elephants Outwit Humans During Intelligence Test.”  Even crazier?  The article is just talking about how one elephant figured out another way to solve the test… by chance.  So we don’t have to worry about an elephant uprising.  Yet.  (Discovery News)

– Ben, please get this: It’s a service that uses GPS to prevent you from texting while driving.  (Fast Company)

– Cleavage break: Oh, China:  (The World’s Best Ever)

– eReader made of silk? Possible in the near future.  (Gearlog)

– Saab, Papa, not sabe: The Blake’s have a soft spot for Saabs, which my mom’s dad (Papa) would always mispronounce.  That and Chanukah (he pronounced that spelling “cha-noo-kah”).  Anyway, as much as we love Saabs, I don’t see Alan and Penny trekking the boys up to Vermont in this one:  (Core77)

– For my shitty golfers: Spend $400 on a driver that has three different settings to tweak.  Just like the pros!  Except gayer:  (PopSci)

– Battleshot: Why not turn Battleship into a drinking game?  (Core77)

– This is for my dad: Papa Blake (not to be confused with Papa Griffith above) always claimed that he knew the pattern to Pac-Man.  Turns out, he actually could have since each ghost was given specific orders:

…it’s only Blinky, the red ghost, who doggedly pursues you throughout the game. Pinky, the pink ghost (naturally), simply wants to position itself at a point that’s 32 pixels in front of Pac-Man’s mouth. The blue ghost, Inky, is seeking to position itself at a similar fixed spot. And Clyde, the orange ghost, moves completely at random.

Ignoring the randomness of Clyde, sure Dad, you figured it out.  (Geekologie)

– All I want is one karate chop: Seriously, let me use this to chop something:  (Fast Company)

– Need a new pretty picture for your monitor? Hongkiat has over twenty underwater shots for you.  Like this one:  (Hongkiat)

– A laptop controlled by your eyes: Seriously.  (Gearlog)

– A new ketchup packet: I mean, finally!  Heinz has developed a packet that lets you dip (I dip, we dip) like a pack of barbecue sauce.  It still allows for the squeeze:  (Core77)

– How’d your team do? The regular season for college basketball has ended.  Zona won the Pac-10 regular season championship behind Derrick Williams and our boy from Harlem (New York stand UP!), Lamont “MoMo” Jones.  Like bam:

We finished with a 25-6 record, 14-4 in the final season of the Pacific 10 Conference, and one of our former players had to escape Libya.  Bunk’s school Cuse also finished 25-6 overall, but their 12-6 conference record left them 4th out of the 37 Big East schools.  As far as I can tell, this is my favorite Cuse player of all time:

Dude looked like he needed to be playing ten years earlier.  Anyway, Mark Lee’s Muhlenburg finished 13-12, 9-9 good for 6th in the Centennial Conference.  On the plus side, conference scoring AND rebound champ Spencer Liddick, a junior, is set to return next year for the Mules.  That’s nice to have your best player return for a senior year.  What’s that like?  This is him, by the way:

Don’t you go anywhere, Harter.  We got you covered, too.  Your team went 11-15 and 6-10 in the Old Dominion Athletic Conference (or ODAC, as in “oh-dack”). You had an 8th place finish and a first round exit in the conference tourney.  However, you have this guy:

His name is Nate Campbell, he’s a junior, and he is an all-ODAC first teamer.  He should not be confused with this Nate Campbell:

– Didn’t you say this site likes to show titties? I did.  And it does:  (Working Stiff 925)

– The Marks’ Financial Update:

• MAB – Bunk showed some life after I was fearing for his, he ended up fifty-one cents to $13.50.  It’s hard to keep tabs on the man down in Whorelando, Florida, but I do know the wedding plans are going swimmingly as Bunk chips in at every turn.  Is Jaime shaking her head?  She is, isn’t she?
• MFL – Mark Lee was coasting along until February 22nd when he dropped twenty cents out of nowhere, hitting a low of $12.43.  But like I said last time, Mark Lee is a BOSS and bosses live to fight another day.  He closed out at $12.61, two cents off his previous $12.63.
• MDH – I should have known investors would bail on Harter leading up to St. Paddy’s in The Boken.  The man had a gradual decline from $2.90 to $2.67 over the past couple of weeks.  While Mark Lee was crying on February 22nd, Harter jumped up to $3.08, laughing at Mark’s misfortune.  But he who laughs last must be slow on getting the joke.