Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
From the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, in which an alien supercomputer is tasked to find out the answer to life, the universe, and everything…as loyal readers know, after many millions of years the supercomputer finally goes “ding”:
“I think the problem is that the question was too broadly based…”
“Forty two?!” yelled Loonquawl. “Is that all you’ve got to show for seven and a half million years’ work?”
“I checked it very thoroughly,” said the computer, “and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you’ve never actually known what the question is.”
From the TIFF file header format…
The number forty-two is the code for the ASCII character that is the asterisk (*). To send someone a kiss via text message, you have to use the asterisk. In most programming languages, the asterisk is used for multiplication.
When Mom finished sleeping after her all-night labor, everyone was talking about Richard Speck and she had to have it explained to her what happened. That was my fault. I suppose we all, at some time or another, have the feeling we’re being scapegoated for others not knowing what’s going on; in my case the condition goes all the way back to birth. Wrong place wrong time.
Forty-two is the atomic number of Molybdenum, which has the sixth-highest melting point of any element, 4753°F (2896°K).
Halfway point? Lessee…Mom died at 59, grandparents went at 76, 77, 94 and 74…uncles go at seventy-something on Dad’s side and eighty-something on Mom’s…regular exercise, non-smoker, yeah I’m probably just about at the center of gravity.
So I wonder what I should work at doing in this second half. The liberals tell me I should feel properly guilty, work to elect Obama, take down my blog, conserve, recycle, and for heaven’s sake keep my opinions to myself!
That impresses me as about a meaningless existence as can possibly be had.
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Live long and prosper.
P.S. Please to inform liberals to spend next 42 years pounding sand.
- vanderleun | 07/15/2008 @ 11:36They’d probably just plug you into the total perspective vortex and walk away.
- Tom The Impaler | 07/15/2008 @ 12:49So how long did Eratosthenes live anyways?
- tim | 07/15/2008 @ 14:45Morgan…was this a left-handed and oh-so-cryptic way of announcing your birthday? If so: Happy Birthday! If not: what?
- Buck | 07/16/2008 @ 22:53