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It was worth a shot., originally uploaded by Dave Schumaker.
Chase has an iPhone app that allows one to take a picture of their checks to deposit it. I decided to take a picture of some money — same thing, right? This note is legal tender for all debts public and private. Hah, it was worth a shot. đ
Speaking of people with large balls, a drunken Serbian man killed a shark by jumping on its head.
âDragan climbed on the jumping board, told me to hold his beer and simply ran to jump. There was no time for me to react or to try to stop him, he just went for itâ says Milovan. âDragan jumped high and plunged down to the sea, but didnât make as much splash as we thought he wouldâ, explained Milovan.
The reason could be because Dragan Stevic ended up jumping straight on the shark which was lurking near the beach, probably looking for its next victim. Dragan had nailed it right in the head, killing it instantly. The Egyptian police found the shark washed out on the beach that morning.
Dragan was able to swim to the shore and told his friends he had twisted his ankle, telling them the water was not that soft. The water is soft buddy, you just landed on a shark. At the moment, the fearless hero is in a hospital recovering from alcohol poisoning. After Dragan gets well, he will get a chance to have some more drinks as the resort had awarded the Serb tourist with a free vacation for his heroic deed.
Part of me thinks this is some sort of fake story, but part of me really, really wants it to be true.
[Via Geekologie]
The annual American Geophysical Union conference is in town this week and I’ve been fielding a bunch of questions about the strange creatures (known as earth scientists) that are inhabiting downtown San Francisco.
I’ve probably mentioned this before, but Uncyclopedia nails the description of a geologist.
Geologists are ‘scientists’ with unnatural obsessions with beer and rocks. Often too intelligent to do monotonous sciences like biology, chemistry, or physics, geologists devote their time to mud-worrying, volcano poking, fault finding, bouldering, dust-collecting, and high-risk colouring. One of the main difficulties in communicating with geologists is their belief that a million years is a short amount of time and their heads are harder than rocks. Consequently, such abstract concepts as “Tuesday Morning” and Lunchtime are completely beyond their comprehension.
The section on alcohol consumption is pretty amusing (and somewhat apt) as well.
If you ever encounter a geologist who is sober after 6pm, this person is an imposter: possibly an alien; probably a geophysicist or engineer, marine geographer or hydrologist etc. Alcoholism is an acceptable, even socially beneficial, disease for an active geologist.
The whole article is a fun read though, especially if you are or know any geologists.
The Wikileaks controversy has been pretty horrifying to watch play out, at least with regard to various organizations and companies such as PayPal, Amazon, Mastercard, and EveryDNS denying or revoking their access to services.
In case you were wondering, Wikileaks is actually a good thing. Here is a site that lists various reasons why. Of course, by even mentioning Wikileaks, one might jeopardize their chances of ever working for the U.S. State Department.
Interested in some of the more juicy or amusing tidbits from Wikileaks? Check out Cablegate Roulette!
FROM: PARIS, FRANCE
TO: STATE DEPARTMENT
DATE: SEPTEMBER 06, 2006
CLASSIFICATION: CONFIDENTIAL
SEE FULL CABLEAn Unforgettable Scene
¶6. (C) As the Ambassador was about to leave, Sarkozy went to the line of floor-to-ceiling windows that open from the interior minister’s office to the gardens of the interior ministry, and called over his nine-year old son, Louis, who was playing on the lawn (Sarkozy lives with his family in apartments above his office). Sarkozy was clearly happy — and proud — to be in the company of his young son and seemed tickled to be able to introduce him to “the Ambassador of the United States.” Louis appeared at the threshold with a small dog at his feet and a large rabbit in his arms. To shake hands with the Ambassador, Louis put down the rabbit — and the dog started chasing the rabbit through Sarkozy’s office, which led to the unforgettable sight of Sarkozy, bent over, chasing the dog through the ante-room to his office as the dog chased the rabbit, and Louis filled the room with gleeful laughter.
(Emphasis mine)
Via our internal team chat this morning at work. You think there’d be more Project Runway fans around, since we all appreciate good design here.
I noticed that someone reached my site via the following Google query: “Dave Schumaker ugly”
I object to that description! I believe the correct phrase is “horrible faces.”
It’s a face that not even a mother could love.
Oh, you crazy spammers.
My sister and I have been playing a little game that involves texting each other a sentence based on Dictionary.com’s word of the day.
It’s especially fun when we start trash talking each other using past words of the day.
How to quit Civilization, that is. Probably my favorite game of all time, and the fifth iteration is coming this September.
Here is a helpful guide on how one can quit their addition to Civ.
[Via Ryan]
