A “DVD series dedicated to model trains crush fetishists“? Seriously folks, how many people get off on seeing model trains getting crushed, even if it’s by good-looking semi-nude women?
On second thought, don’t answer that. I don’t really want to know.
And I thought the fake cell-phone antennas were ridiculous.
I know that everything grows bigger in Texas, but this is ridiculous. Or maybe the artist is making a comment about a particular former governor of the state, with the subject…
Joel Spolsky, of Joel on Software fame, has been in the computer industry for a long time. He’s also a smart fellow who knows how to write, and he has just posted an insightful article on where it looks to him like the computer industry is headed. If you’re in charge of your software company’s strategy, or have the ear of someone who is, or are in software development at all, take my advice: read it and think about it. You really can’t afford not to.
Despite my opinion of the iPhone, I think he got the better end of the deal.
Computers can do a lot — some form of computer runs practically every piece of technology nowadays, up to and including your toaster. But they can’t quite do everything that Hollywood thinks they can.
(Call me gullible, but I was able to suspend my disbelief for most of those, enough to enjoy the movies. Except Independence Day… that scene pretty much ruined the movie for me.)
I can’t tell whether this is true or someone’s idea of a joke at Reuters. If it’s true, maybe they should put shrines to Akash Bhairab in our airports, instead of continually adding more human security people.
It seems that religion always stands in the way of making money. Unless, of course, you’re a televangelist.
I’d be a little concerned about going into a house with this doorknob, or these light fixtures.
While sorting through our music collection, I ran across a CD titled “Totally Oldies Eighties.” It startled me… the sixties are old, the eighties seem like just yesterday to me.
Now I understand some of the things my mother was always saying during my youth.