Seriously, this one was hard to believe. But checking the links pretty much confirms that this really did happen.
ABC Denver accidentally reported the title of mistress Paula Broadwell’s biography about David Petraeus, former CIA director and her lover, as All Up In My Snatch. The correct title is All In.
Since carspottingnyc asked: In the current NYC rationing plan, plates that end in a letter are grouped with the ‘odd’ numbers. This guy can fill up today.
GM lover driving a Suzuki in a gas line in Gowanus.
(How does an all letter plate work with the odd/even day rationing system?
I’ve seen variants of this story online dozens of times now over the past few years, and every time I can’t help but think: what a bunch of dumb students!
So he filled the jar with golf balls and asked if it was full and they all said it was. OK, I can buy that. It was a trick question; it wasn’t clear that he was leaving open the possibility of putting something smaller than a golf ball in there.
But then he puts in the pebbles and asks them again, and again they all say “yes”? Really? These students thought that there was nothing smaller than those pebbles that might fit in there? They still couldn’t see where this was going? “Oh yeah, Professor, this time it’s full. No way anything else can fit in that jar!”
He puts the sand in and once more they are “unanimous” in their belief that the jar is now full!
God, what a bunch of idiots.
Sorry, I should probably go have a couple of beers.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll
ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..
‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
Heh. Interesting that someone went through the trouble of editing the audio track to this old commercial so it seems to say “put your balls in my mouth”. It’s a poorly done and very obvious edit, on the level of the more common sloppily photoshopped image, but it made me chuckle a bit.
The real version said “toss your balls in my top”. And really, that was bad enough.
My roommate was mopping and singing this today, and i was like what the fuck are you singing? He was like, you don’t remember mr. bucket? “put your balls in my mouth” and i was like uh noo…. i totally do now that i see this and its gross.
If You Bothered to Play “Human Rights Presidential Debate Bingo” Last Night, You Lost. Big Time.
Uh… if you ”bothered” to play Human Rights Presidential Debate Bingo last night, you should instead have “bothered” to pay more attention to what’s going on around you. Or just stop pretending that you care about the political process, and admit that you just like to complain.
Last night’s debate was by rule specifically on domestic policy. Going in, those of us who do pay attention knew that human rights issues would not be on the table.
Try any of the next three debates, each of which will contain a foreign policy element in which “human rights” could be introduced as a topic.
If they do, they will both agree on them all.
Amnesty International released a human rights bingo card in advance of last night’s presidential debate. There were no winners. (Sorry.)
For those of you who don’t play debate drinking games, something to keep in mind for next time.
Burning the midnight oil.
Great find! This, and other related videos that can be found at the Youtube link. I’ve tried a couple of times to find Gizmos videos, but of course in those days few shows were videotaped… not like now when there’s somebody recording at least part of almost every performance.
But I guess it was more than a year ago, maybe two, since I last searched. Very happy to find these clips! This one’s actually a “fan video” tribute made a few years after the fact, but there are some actual performances worth checking out, from right before the bank left Bloomington.
The Gizmos- my baby loves crime