Thursday, June 29, 2006
Actually, it makes no difference which side of the aluminum foil you use—both sides do the same fine job of cooking, freezing and storing food. The difference in appearance between dull and shiny is due to the foil manufacturing process. In the final rolling step, two layers of foil are passed through the rolling mill at the same time. The side coming in contact with the mill's highly polished steel rollers becomes shiny. The other side, not coming in contact with the heavy rollers, comes out with a dull or matte finish.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
You bet your rubik's cube it can!
Never mind how the name pretty much sums up the Reagan era in a nice neon colored bow, check out the wrist bands on that Alex P. Keaton looking mutha.
Or the Magnum PI whip? Where's the helicopter with our black friend, TJ?
And nothing says 1980s more than windsailing and pin striped suits.
Ah conspicuous consumption at its best!
Monday, June 26, 2006
Went to the movies with my nephew this weekend and happened to catch a preview of this. Should I go see it or give $9.25 to a homeless man staple my eyes right now? The result is likely the same.
Speaking of wanting to staple my eyes, I saw 2 minutes of DateMovie this weekend. Like getting a full plate of general Tso's chicken at the mall eatery after trying the free sample, I should have known better.
Speaking of food, I found the ONE person in the ENTIRE world who prefers regular hamburger buns over potato roll hamburger buns. How is that even possible?
Speaking of impossibilities, Dulles received damn near half a foot of rain last night. The deluge was enough to send emergency response teams out with ambulances towing inflatable dinghies (is that how you spell the plural of Dinghy or is it Dinghai?) I saw two such occurences while travelling back from PA yesterday.
Speaking of travelling back from PA, Bud Light should feature Mr. Truck Stop Bathroom Grout Graffeti Artist as there next Real men of Genius. Has anyone else noticed this before? I will have to document and write a post of further susbtance exploring this topic at a later date.
Speaking of later dates, we are are roughly 1 month from the monster summer party. I called about the price of crabs and we are looking good at $90 per bushel. I also fired up the go kart last weekend and it is ready for its nex run in with Johnny Law.
I think that's about it for now.
PS you are not getting those 2 minutes back.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Here's the first installment of a fun lil series that will highlight researchers who kept it real.
Back before little things like ethics and IRBs got in the way of doing fun research like finding a baby named albert and banging pots and pans behind him everytime he saw a white mouse just to see if he would grow up to be afraid of santa clause's beard, you know important stuff.
Anyhow, first on my list is none other than Stanley Milgram, a real playa who's application to the psychology club AKA the American Psychology Association was put on hold due to the questionable ethics of his experiments.
He is probably most well know for his dabblings in obedience research, most notably the shock experiment, in which participants believed they were divided into two groups, learners and teachers (in actuality all participants were teachers and the learners were confederates* not the good ole boy kind, the hey we're in on the hustle kind).
So anyhow, teachers (shown as S below) were asked to read questions and learners (shown as A below) who were located in an adjacent room, were supposed to answer. For every wrong answer, the teacher was instructed to press a button on this fan-dangled contraption which delivered a variable shock to the learner. The device was a sham as well, but the participants didn't know that either (gullible ole participants!).
Now for the good stuff, the shock box (shown up top) had a dial ranging from 45 volts to, get this, XXX. With each wrong answer, the participant had to ratchet up the electric ante a notch or two, regardless of what the learner said (ie Stop this! Help! I don't want to participate any more! My heart, My heart! AAAAArARGHGGH *slump*).
When the teacher hesitated, the experimenter (shown as E above) would try and work his mental mack game and get the participant to continue, despite their better judgement.
The premise was to answer the question How far will people go, in terms of hurting others, when commanded to do so by an authoritative figure? On a short sidenote, the basis of the question stemmed from the atrocities of the Nazi's and people wondering how such acts could be done.
So how did this turn out?
More than two out of three people delivered the full shock monty and Peter Gabriel went on to write a song about it (no, not Shock the monkey, rather We do what we're told).
DIZAMN! That's like 67% doing the wrong thing 100% of the time!
It seems that a lab coat and clip board often trumped cries for help, feigned heart attacks, and even illusions of death.
If you want more details, you can peep them here.
Damn, Stanley, you'sa straight research gangsta and this blogs for you!
Now i am off to go buy a lab coat and clip board.
Monday, June 19, 2006
1. Almost lost my GF's cat
2. Watched the Rock Paper Scissors world championship on the deuce (aka ESPN2)
What's next? Pencil fighting?
3. Played the new GTA
I almost played hooky today to continue my rampage through liberty city
4. Pondered the connection between the stockholm syndrome and katieholmes syndrome?
Falling in love with a kidnapper vs falling in love with a cradle robber?
5. Learned an interesting new phrase... myoclonic jerk.
Is that a new Steve Martin movie?
No, it's that sensation of falling and/or corresponding muscle spasm you get when you are drifting off to sleep. One interpretation is that your brain thinks your body is dying (it's not, it's only temporarily shutting down) and the brain sends out a quick pulse out to say "don't die, rather, get the F%#* up you lazy POS!"
6. Let a pseudo off color comment slip in front of the fams at Father's day BBQ.
It went a little something like this....
Mom: We should celebrate all the grandkids/Niece/Nephew's birthdays while they are in town
Grandma: But what would we do about the cakes? Would each kid have their own cake? That would be a whole lotta cakes!
Sister: Maybe we should just have a bunch of cupcakes?
Grandma: How would we know which ones were boy cupcakes and which ones were girl cupcakes?
Sister: The boys would have blue frosting and the girls would have pink
Me: Yeah, and the boys cupcakes would be the ones with nuts.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
- Recover sleep lost this week
- Unwrap and play the new GTA I bought on tuesday
- Whittle a train out of a bar of soap for fathers day
For melady--partake of the finest offerings of Dewey Beach which for this weekend include the following:
- Vanilla Ice -- not the dessert, but the former rapper turned angry white dude in concert at the bottle and cork. I swear.
- All you can peel and eat shrimp for the ladies special offered by the local bar--seriously? Who the hell are they trying to attract with that mess? I've heard of Scandals giving away diamond earings to get the ladies in the door, but peel and eat shrimp? That's a cry for help if I ever heard it!
Monday, June 12, 2006
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,throw a house n!gga in a ditch.
Half-pint b!tch, f$ckin' your homeboys.You little maggot;
Eazy E turned f*ggot.With your manager, fella,f$ckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.
But if they were smart as me,Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...till that Jheri curl is gone.
Who wants to rent the General Lee for the wedding?
Who wants to know how to make a pinata?
A pinata that looks like this?
Only to be filled with this?
Don't get mad at me. I voted for carlos.
You had to be there.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
...Thailand: There is a shortage of yellow shirts.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
After backing into a snowbank with the Mazda and wedging a bunch of snow into the muffler and blowing the seal on the turbo from the back pressure, I decided to buy a car that had less than 120,000 miles on it.
Introducing the 2000 Acura Integra GS-r...
Yes, back then I lived my life a quarter mile at a time.
I had a Jackson Racing Supercharger strapped onto the 8K winding v-tec. When you floored it, it made a sound like a shop vac on steroids and ran like it stole something. It ate tires like star jones eats donuts and its 17s made sure your arse felt every inconsistency in the road.
The air conditioning stopped working during the hottest summer on record and I got tired of the $1000 tunes required every year to make the car run like it should so I sent it along its merry way. It was a fun car while I had it, but let's face it, it's no roo.
Have you ever purchased a soundtrack for a movie without actually seeing the movie?
And then feel so guilty about it, that you force yourself to watch the movie, not cause you want to, but out of a sense of obligation?
Well I have. I think I have owned the soundtrack to Sunset Park for the better part of a decade and just saw the movie for the first time today.
If you don't own/haven't heard the soundtrack and like solid hip-hop jams circa mid 90s, then you owe it to yourself to go pick it up. The tracks from Mobb Deep, Onyx and JM are well worth the price of admission, which on amazon starts at just 1 penny for a used disc.
If you haven't seen the movie, and want to poke your eyes out with a hot poker, watch the movie. The basic premise is that Rhea Pearlman (that's Danny Devito's wife) decides to take a sidejob coaching an inner city basketball team to fund her life long dream of buying a stake in her favorite restaurant. The thing is, now get this, she knows NOTHING about basketball.
TRY TO CONTROL YOUR EXCITEMENT.
Yes, it is pretty much as bad as you can imagine it to be. However, the appearances of a few "before they were famous" stars almost controls the stank of the movie to a little turd versus a massive steaming pile of corn seeded crap.
Example 1. Gary Dourdan
Yes, 98% of you are probably asking, who the f$%K is that? He plays Warrick Brown on the good CSI. He plays a dreadlocked gangsta for like 3 minutes in the movie. Just enough to say, hey, isn't that the guy with the gambling problem from CSI?
Example 2. Terrence Howard