First job

A young family with a 5 year old girl moved into a house next to a vacant lot. One day a construction crew turned up to start building a house on the empty lot. The 5 year old naturally took an interest in all the activity going on next door and spent much of each day observing the workers.

Eventually the construction crew, all of them “gems-in-the-rough,” more or less, adopted her as a kind of project mascot. They chatted with her, let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important. At the end of the first week they even presented her with an envelope containing ten dollars. The little girl took this home to her mother who suggested that she take her “pay” to the bank the next day to start a savings account.

When the girl and her mom got to the bank the teller asked the little girl how she had come by her very own pay check at such a young age.. The little girl proudly replied, “I worked last week with a real construction crew building the new house next door to us.”

“Oh my goodness,” said the teller, “and will you be working on the house again this week too?”

The little girl replied, “I will if those fuckers at Lowe’s ever deliver the goddamn sheet rock!”

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Make your end happy, too….

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Hënj

From Ikea Hackers

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A day late…..

…and a dollar short

 

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Theories

There’s an urban-legend-in-the-making doing the rounds that the colour of judo belts were so chosen as to allow the impoverished practitioners to die their belts a darker colour the more proficient they become, instead of having to buy a new one every time they moved up a grade.

Can’t be.

Unless someone can explain how to get from orange to green to blue.

And then from purple to red….

 

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The modem story

Digital natives won’t know what this is about.

Back in the early/mid 1990s, a modem board for your PC would cost around $200.

You connected it to your phone line and dialed up your ISP,  listening all the time to terrifying drones and robotic wails, punctuated by tsunamis of static  as the modem and the ISP made the connection.

Then you’d wait almost 30 minutes for a file the size of a single mp3 track to download.

Except you couldn’t download an mp3 track in those days, because the mp3 standard had yet to be invented.

All of a sudden, I feel very old…..

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One is parody. I’m not quite sure which….

Bill Maher as always says it best:

“New Rule: Stop asking Miss USA contestants if they believe in evolution. It’s not their field. It’s like asking Stephen Hawking if he believes in hair scrunchies. Here’s what they know about: spray tans, fake boobs and baton twirling. Here’s what they don’t know about: everything else. If I cared about the uninformed opinions of some ditsy beauty queen, I’d join the Tea Party.”

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Chooks

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Those are my remnants at the bottom….

 

HT to Miss Daisy at Birmingham Daily Photo

 

 

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If this is Boeing quality, I’ll stick with Airbus thanks very much


What an appalling graphic.

Your eye is automatically drawn to the dominant feature of the chart (the aircraft icon and solid graph area) and you’ll think that very few aircraft accidents happen during landing and take off and that the majority happen during the cruise phase.

The “57%”  associated with the dominant feature will reinforce that assumption.

It’s common knowledge that that’s not true.

It’s only when you look at the legend associated with the dominant feature that it has nothing at all to do with the title of the chart and it represents (unscaled on the y-axis and immensely distorted on the x-axis)  the total duration of each flight phase.

They need a good dose of Tufte

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