Bluff, Gimmick, Or Flaw?


I found this facinating. Now you have to.

The smile that says where you're from
John Harlow
Americans do it their way, we do it ours

THEY say "tomayto" and we say "tomarto". And now a study has established that the Americans and British also have different smiles.

While we British smile by pulling our lips back and upwards and exposing our lower teeth, Americans are more likely simply to part their lips and stretch the corners of their mouths.

So distinct is the difference that the scientist behind the research was able last week to pick out Britons from Americans from close-cropped pictures of their smiles alone, with an accuracy of more than 90%.

Alanis Morrisette Lyric Generator

It's a souped-up Mad Lib, and I love it.

What do I hate most? Dead kittens.

Hillary Clinton On Abortion

I'm not sure we've ever broached this topic before, so forgive me if you think it's out of place. But, this article about Hillary Clinton's recent speech really caught my attention. I was surprised to find myself agreeing with her for the most part, but what's really interesting is that I can easily imagine someone with a vastly different worldview agreeing with her as well. Could Hillary Clinton really be the uniter that Bush claimed to be? Or is there so much irrational Hillary-hatred, that the people who need to hear it will refuse to listen?

Safe, Legal, And Never

Hilarious Headline


Someone has started a blog on blogspot who claims to be Dennis J Kucinich, everyone's favorite vegan congressman. He's decided to go by the DeeJayKay in order to be more "with it" web-wise.
I'm sure it's not actually Dennis Kucinich posting to the blog, but it's awfully amusing to suspend disbelief for a second. Enjoy it while you can; the secret service is on it's way.
By the way, who would win in a fight, DeeJayKay or Ralph Nader?

If Peas Ruled The Earth

Imagine that everything in Chicago has disappeared. Every last building, street, and can of Old Style is gone. Every square inch of soil within the Chicago city limits is completely empty. The only thing that exists between the suburbs and Lake Michigan is a vast expanse of flat earth. Now imagine that one thing was left behind. One single category of thing was left behind, in the same place as it was before everything else disappeared, but fallen to the ground.

I came up with this idea while flying into O'Hare airport at night and looking at all the cars moving around on the highways below. It's fascinating to see in ordinary things from an extraordinary perspective, because patterns that would have been obscured at close range become obvious. You can see the way that cars on highways move in packs. You can see the regularity of the lights in the residential areas in contrast to the more industrial neighborhoods. You can see the brightest lights of the commercial areas along the major streets: east-west, north-south, and diagonal. I thought it would be interesting to see the patterns of other things throughout the city.

Spamming For Gaia

I got a strange email a few months ago on my gmail account. It was unsolicited, but it wasn't commercial, so I suppose it's not technically spam. In any case, I was intrigued by it, so I kept it around intending to read it at some point.

I finally got around to reading it through tonight, and it was interesting enough that I thought I should share it. The email discusses how oil production is currently at it's peak, and as oil production slows and demand increases, it's going to become more and more difficult and expensive to switch to more sustainable forms of energy. I'd never made that connection before. If oil production really did stop, it'd be nearly impossible to build the sustainable energy infrastructure to support the world's population.

Anyway, the canuck who wrote it explains it much more elegantly than I can:
Peak Oil And The Extinction Of Humanity

Some of it is a little bit fear-mongery, but the most disturbing part of it is how lucid and sensible it seems. But, maybe I'm just drunk. What do you think?

Unnecessary Machines

Stemming from Shippy's law firm holiday present (cooks shark meat, heh heh), the George Foreman USB iGrill was mentioned, casually, by Ade. Like it was no big deal.

Judging from the description, I'm a little worried about the i-thing being worn down to a very small i-nub. I also hate to see a beloved fat-reducing grill be reduced to a crappy Christmas gift.

As your meal cooks, the subtle glow from under the unit increases brightness and pulses faster until your meal is perfectly done.

Doesn't this sound like the car that one guy drove in high school? What were they called, sex lights?

It is easy to warm up the iGrill from any internet connection. With a little advance planning, your meal can be ready when you get home!

Does this mean you leave your meat in the grill all day, pinned between teflon sheets so the cat can't get to it? The grill takes, like, a minute to heat.

Did you know that a medium rare 1/4 lb. hamburger made from 80% lean beef takes 1 minute and 45 seconds less cook time than an identical patty made from 95% lean prime Black Angus?

OK, that's a pretty neat statistic, even though I like mine medium, no Zuul.

What I'm trying to say is that every year, crap is pushed onto consumers because of it's whiz-bang features. This is why my parents have a Hot Chocolate Tornado!, a Mini-Ice Cream Maker, and an electric cattle prod. These items have never been used, nor will they ever be used.

I'm a little sensitive. I'd rather spend that $99 on a new tattoo.

Eats, shoots and kills everyone

How many times do you wonder if Colin is writing with his usual sarcasm, or if he's being sincere?

When you IM "I love you" does the recipient know that you're being rude? It never looks that way.

Now you don't have to guess at the meaning of the written language.

RSS hosebag

How often do you check If you're like me, you check multiple times every day in hopes of being amused and distracted from your work.

I've taken it upon myself, as I sit and wait for Time mag to call back, to amuse myself (and perhaps others) by using as my plaything.

Today, I'll steal my amusements directly from (incidentally, Nerve is the reason why you all know me).

Charlotte Church sunbathing topless

Tom Wolfe won a British prize for bad sex in fiction. Here, let's read some:

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