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The occasional links, musings, and sharables from the interwebs from a nonprofit marketing professional and self-proclaimed tech culturist in the heartland of America. Here's my website. Here I am on Twitter. And while you're at it, ask me anything. |
Anonymous asked: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Um. Uh… 42?
Anonymous asked: If androids dream of electric sheep, what would an electric Howard Cosell dream of?
Electric John Lennons.
I think my fave Roger Moore James Bond was The Spy Who Loved Me. But mostly because lady spies are so sexy, and Barbara Bach did it so well. (In fact, nobody does it better.)
To find the princess. But she always seems to be in another castle.
I think she is avoiding me.
To make up for the strange Russian singer I posted the other day, I present, for your approval, Ida Maria. This is a fun song, and a great video. /via @boingboing
Whoa. This is an old Soviet-era Russian tank-plane. Click the picture to see more pictures of it. It is pretty amazing.
Says BoingBoing about this, “f you fed a hyperactive 12 year old lad a diet of old Astounding Stories covers and put him in the most boring math class of all time for 28 straight hours with a collection of fine pens and a binder full of doodling paper, he just might produce one of these. “
Oye. Well, there are so many variables here, I can’t even begin to answer this question. First, I need to know, a) the wingspan of the African Swallowtail, b) whether or not it was indeed an African Swallowtail or a European Swallowtail, and c) whether or not they could carry an answer-catcher across great distances. It all depends on their migratory patterns. Overall, A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound answer catcher.
Anonymous asked: Where are my car keys?
Did you check underneath the rice in the pantry? I often find it there.
Anonymous asked: If storks bring baby humans, what brings baby storks?
Duck-billed platypi. And don’t ask me what brings baby duck-billed platypi. Satan does, since they’re an abomination against God and everyone.
Me, drinking Jamba Juice, so that must mean I’m not in Fort Wayne.