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Here’s a list of the stuff that’s filling up the tabs of my browser. I wanted to write about a number of them, but I just don’t have the time.
- “That’s what she said”.js (JavaScript): Very cool, very funny. The glories of GitHub.
- Who killed lard?: NPR’s Planet Money has a podcast and they recently asked: who killed lard? Was it Upton Sinclair? Or should we blame William Procter and James Gamble? It was their company which created a new alternative to lard — the “pure and wholesome” Crisco?
- Sell Your By-Products: is the advice of the good folks at 37Signals, who have a pretty good track record given that they developed Ruby on Rails and have written two books, which in turn spawned a consulting business. They are that good. (Definitely on my “would work for them” list.)
- AppStorm’s Ultimate Dropbox Toolkit and Guide is a roundup of Dropbox apps or apps that get better with Dropbox.
I’m no Mac fan boy, but this photograph posted by @macpricesaus is pretty amazing:
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Many will be familiar with Boudreaux and Thibodeaux/Fontenot jokes, but this takes the numskull genre in an interesting direction:
The year is 2016 and the United States has just elected the first woman, a Louisiana State University graduate, as President of the United States, Susan Boudreaux. A few days after the election the president-elect calls her father and says, ‘So, Dad, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?’ ‘I don’t think so. It’s a 30 hour drive, your mother isn’t as young as she used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.’ ‘Don’t worry about it Dad, I’ll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door.’
‘I don’t know. Everybody will be so fancy. What would your mother wear?’ Oh Dad, replies Susan, ‘I’ll make sure she has a wonderful gown custom-made by the best designer in New York .’ ‘Honey,’ Dad complains, ‘you know I can’t eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.’
The President-to-be responds, ‘Don’t worry Dad. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York, I’ll ensure your meals are salt free Dad, I really want you to come.
So Dad reluctantly agrees and on January 20, 2017, Susan Boudreaux is being sworn in as President of the United States. In the front row sits the new president’s Dad and Mom. Dad noticing the senator sitting next to him leans over and whispers, ‘You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States.
The Senator whispers back, ‘Yes I do.’
Dad says proudly, ‘Her brother played football at LSU.’
Great piece by The Buffalo Beast. Laugh out loud funny in places. Shake your head in sorrowful recognition of the truth in others. Paula Dean is #50. Sarah Palin is #6. You’ll never guess who is #1.
And one that many universities might also want to keep in mind:
This one never gets old:
Wired has the story of a bit of very famous text added to the robots.txt file maintained by Last.FM. I won’t spoil your delight by writing any more.
The great thing about this particular parody is that by its very nature of offering up abstractions it successfully outlines the structure of American narrative film. I can easily see using this in a film studies course.
And, yes, it’s just plain funny.
For all my fellow folklorists, the good folks at College Humor bring us a bridge with an internet troll under it.
More than anything, this is for my friend Marcus:
For those of you who wondered why I haven’t posted anything lately. Here’s your sign:
There comes a time in every man’s life … oh, let’s cut to the chase:
I was trying to repair our lawn mower when I realized that I was faced with the conundrum of aging: if I got close enough to examine a bolt hole for stripped threads, I couldn’t see the threads clearly; if I got far enough away to see the threads clearly, I was no longer close enough to see the threads clearly.
Alas, my eyes are older and in need of augmentation. AKA “cheaters.”
So off we went to Albertson’s for a grocery run and to stop by the pharmacy section for me to pick up a pair of reading glasses. There wasn’t a wide selection of styles, but what there was came in various prescriptions, and I wasn’t quite sure what would work. I decided to work from the lowest to the highest and see what worked.
As I tried on the first pair of glasses, I realized I needed something to look at or to read that would give me a reasonable real-life test. The little side-of-the-end-cap display for the glasses had nothing there, so I reached to pick up a box on the shelf nearby. (Remember, this is the pharmacy section of the store.) What I grabbed was a box of K-Y Jelly.
So, there I stood in the middle of Albertson’s alternately putting on a different pair of reading glasses and then peering at a box of K-Y Jelly.
Yung could not stop laughing.
