Archive for April, 2018

So Steve Ballmer scoffed at the idea of a $500 phone back in 2006. No keyboard? Please. No way that thing will be used by people. Of course he was defending his own product but man was he off.

And just for kicks, here’s Steve Jobs introducing the iPhone a year later. Pretty cool to watch now.

I really have no reason to post goat photos, other than the fact that goats are cool. Check ’em out and try not to smile.

Just a little something to make you smile today.

Nothing worse than late people. They’re selfish and basically telling you their time is more important than yours. Anyway, love the tweet.

Check out the Lyre Bird, man. Dude can mimic anything, including camera shutters and chainsaws. Yes kids, I said chainsaws. Little bro is an impressionist like you read about. Give a look and listen.

Australia – Yoga is being combined with beer in a push to boost mens’ physical and mental health. Free “Broga” classes are being held at The Hack in Port Melbourne, encouraging pint-adoring blokes to get fit in more ways than one.
Instructor Nim Rotenberg told 9NEWS a couple of frothies “may help men loosen up for poses.”

“It’ll definitely open up your hamstrings,” Mr Rotenberg told 9NEWS with a laugh.

Apart from physical benefits, Broga also helps men together to chat, which is essential for good mental health. In Australia, one in eight men will experience depression; a staggering six out of every eight suicides every day in the country are men. “Broga” aims to help with that.

Listen man, if anything will open up your hamstrings it’s a couple frothies and doing yoga with your mates, amirite? But seriously, leave it to the Aussies to come up with this. Those cats will drink while doing almost anything. ya know? Hell, Australians will down a 6-pack of frothies whilst having breakfast.

Australians, man.

Note: If you don’t think I’m referring to beers as “frothies” from here on out you’re out of your mind. G’day mate.

If “Finding Nemo” were scientifically accurate, Marlin would have switched sexes after Nemo’s mom died and mated with his son.

 

Check out the Bird of Paradise, man. Doin’ up the old courtship dance like a boss for a possible mate. What lady could say no to those moves? Sorta reminds me of my college roommate Billy Gillespie at the Serene Lounge right before closing time. Billy could get really desperate toward the end of the night.

These folks can get along, yet I avoid a certain check-out lady at Kroger because of her politics. I really need to up my game.

Aaaand here’s a bonus photo I stumbled across. You’re welcome.

I came across a pretty fascinating story the other day from the late 1920s, and it involved . . . wait for it . . . floating airports. But let’s start at the beginning . . .

Back in 1927, there was a cat named Charles Lindbergh who was the first to sail across the Atlantic Ocean all by his lonesome. You may have heard of him. Anywho, before this accomplishment nobody had ever even thought about traveling overseas with an airplane as a means of transportation. However, after Lindbergh’s flight folks started seeing things a little differently. One of these people was an inventor by the name of Edward Armstrong.

First, you should know that when Lindbergh made his flight in the Spirit of St. Louis, over half its take-off weight was gasoline. It was essential that you turn your plane into a flying gas tank in order to have enough fuel to make it.

Note: When Burt Rutan’s airplane Voyager circled the world nonstop in 1986, its takeoff weight was eighty percent fuel.

Anyway, because of the whole weight and distance problem it was thought that crossing the Atlantic wouldn’t be feasible. Then along came Armstrong, who actually had a plan in the works years before Lindbergh’s flight.

Here’s the deal – Armstrong planned to build floating airports, called seadromes, across the Atlantic. A seadrome was to weigh fifty-thousand tons and have an 1,100-foot-long deck. Its flotation system would extend about 180-feet into the water. To hold it in place, Armstrong went to John A. Roebling and Sons. Roebling had invented wound-steel cable, and his company had built the Brooklyn Bridge 40-years earlier. Now they designed a deep-water anchoring system for Armstrong.

And get this – each seadrome would include a 40-room hotel, café, lounge, bar, and other cool stuff.

Finally, on October 22nd, 1929, the New York Times announced that construction of the first seadrome would begin within 60-days. This was actually happening, man. People were pumped.

Alas, seven days later on what we now call Black Tuesday the stock market crashed, the Great Depression was upon us, and Armstrong’s grand scheme went to hell.

Of course, the advancement in technology regarding airplanes rendered all this meaningless anyway within a few years and Armstrong’s plan of floating airports vanished in the mists of time.

PS- The Japanese actually built a 1-kilometer-long floating airport in 1999. They called it Megafloat. That’s cool, man.

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Japanese Megafloat.

This happened to a high school golfer up in Michigan who reportedly came a little too close to a goose nest, after which hilarity ensued. I’m sure this dude was harassed mercilessly by his fellow golfers because that’s a bad look for any so-called athlete. Have some composure, man.

Mill Creeks galore.

Apparently it is.

A Honey Badger in a South African Wildlife Center built towers out of rocks and sticks so he could climb over the wall and fight lions in the exhibit next to his.

 

Check out the Mangalitsa Pig, man. Dude looks a little sheepish to me. These bros hail from Hungary and are also known as Wooly Pigs or Sheep Pigs, for obvious reasons. They almost went extinct in the early 90s with their population dwindling to out 150, but have since made a comeback. Thank God for that, amirite? The world needs more hairy pigs. Anywho, Mangalitsa Pig.

PS- These porkers are supposedly quite the delicacy in Hungarian foodie circles.

Great song with great lyrics. Incredibly, Jackson Browne wrote this song when he was just 16-years old.

These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do for you,
And all the times I had the chance to . . .

Why would a Pufferfish work so hard to make such beautiful designs, you ask? To attract a mate of course.

CBS Boston – Julia Hartwell loves her dolls, arts and crafts, and like most four-year-olds, she has a best friend. However, that’s not a term Julia can use at Pentucket Workshop Preschool in Georgetown. Her mother, Christine Hartwell, says, “The teacher told her she couldn’t say that in school.”

The Georgetown preschool offered an explanation to Julia’s parents, saying the term best friend “can lead other children to feel excluded” and it “can ultimately lead to the formation of “cliques” and “outsiders.” The preschool wrote, they “encourage children to have a broader group of friends, and foster inclusion at this particular age.”

Oh, for the love of God. Now the schools are telling our kids they can’t have “best friends.” Hey, I met my best friend Dave Allen in second grade and we remain best friends today. Sure, he’s a highfalutin (that’s how you spell it, I looked it up so shut it) doctor in the big city who only sees me at his convenience, but still.*

My point is, who in the hell can tell us who our friends are? Answer: Nobody. If you have no friends you need to take a look in the mirror, amirite? Newsflash: Everyone is not popular in preschool. Some are better at coloring, others are really good at somersaults or counting or drawing circles and stuff. Figure it out, man. Carve out your niche. Learn how to make friends without your damn school’s help. Sad really. Get it together, America!

*Just kidding, J.R.

Whaddup Nebraska?

Henry Ford is the only American mentioned favorably in Adolf Hitler’s semi-autobiographical book “Mein Kampf.” In 1931, Adolf Hitler called Ford an “inspiration.”

 

Here’s the story. A stray dog had been sleeping in front of a bookstore in Brazil. He never bothered anyone, was friendly, and from time-to-time people would give him a scrap of food. Then one day he made his move. He snuck into the bookstore completely unnoticed and headed right to the shelves as if he was a normal customer. He then casually grabbed a book that he wanted and trotted out of the store. Eventually, somebody noticed him with the book and took it from him. As they did they were shocked to find out that the book that this lonely dog had stolen from the store was titled “Days of Abandonment,” which undoubtedly described the poor guy’s life perfectly. Coincidence? Probably. Fate? Maybe. Awesome? Hell yes. Bottom line, the dog became famous overnight and was adopted into a loving forever home. Check out the video and photos below. Way to go, dog.

Tom Brady “still has not committed to playing in 2018,” ESPN’s Adam Schefter reported Wednesday morning, citing sources. The Patriots quarterback still is expected to return, according to Schefter, but hasn’t given “official word” that he’ll be back. Brady wants to continue playing football past 40 years old, but “there are people around him who would rather see him retire,” sources told Schefter. Brady’s wife, Gisele Bundchen, reportedly has been among those who would like to see Brady walk away.

Hold the presses! Hold the presses! Breaking neeeeeews! Tom Brady may retire! Or not. He may play. We don’t know. But he might not play! But he might. Good God almighty. This is news? On a related note, you could say this about 200 other NFL players. I’m getting a headache.

One of the great R&B bands of the early 70s. On a related note, the hair and jumpsuits were spectacular.

Where’s an 18-wheeler when you need one?