Quote of the Post: "The best defense against the atom bomb is not to be there when it goes off." - Anonymous

Random Playlist Song: Aled Jones - Puff the Magic Dragon

"Some people believe the song, "Puff the Magic Dragon" is about drugs, others believe it is simply about lost childhood. Whatever your opinion, you must admit that hearing this song will certainly take you back to the Sensational Sixties!"

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Wowbagger:

"Also, bras are worse than ties. For most occupations you are not required to wear a tie anyway."

I suppose you've worn both, but I don't think you've such a small neck, so ties aren't as uncomfortable for you as they are for me. As for bras, I don't know about our relative chest sizes, so :)

I thought most males who worked in air conditioned workplaces wore ties?!


Sharp VCRs suck. Their interfaces are cumbersome and counter-intuitive.

I got my IBM T42 today. Yay. Only thing is, wireless access in school is rather spotty. It isn't a problem with my built-in network card, though, since I am currently leeching off "linksys"'s wireless network at home. What a kind soul. Heh.

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It seems A Girl's Guide to College: Making the Most of the Best Four Years of Your Life includes a paragraph from Joy Chia :0

Though Dino Ignacio closed his site down long ago, his legacy lives on, continued by others who have picked up the torch. Meanwhile, we have: Bert, the Sesame Street muppet, appears on posters carried by supporters of Osama bin Laden - "Eh? Is that really Bert, the irascible muppet partner of Ernie on TV's Sesame Street, peering over the left shoulder of Osama bin Laden in the poster shown below? How did he get there?"

Singapore Wants You! - "Singapore works as a company... When a decision is made to support life sciences, the government can provide billions in funding, build 2 million square feet of life science space in the middle of town, and change the curriculum of all schools to incorporate it."
We don't just work as a company. We *are* a company.

War against apathy - "Many professionals feel that their ideas and suggestions make little or no difference to policies. The authorities, they believe, will invite public feedback, listen, but often reject them. Another is a fear, often exaggerated, that after a long authoritarian rule, critics will be punished for saying or doing the wrong things. So, it's better to leave it to the government, they say. Just carry on with one's own lives."
They complain that people are apathetic, but promise to *demolish* opponents of the government. Really, you can't have it both ways.

John Kerry's convention "salute" brought out some amusing comparisons - Heh.

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CSI: Reality (Source: JumboJoke)

At the 1995 annual awards dinner given by the American Academy for Forensic Science, AAFS President Don Harper Mills astounded his audience in San Diego with the legal complications of a bizzare death. Here is the story.

"On 23 March 1994, The medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound of the head. The decedent had jumped from the top of a ten-storey building intending to commit suicide (he left a note indicating his dispondency). As he fell past the ninth floor, his attempt on his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter not the decedent was aware that a safety net had been erected at the eighth floor level to protect some window washers and that Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide anyway because of this."

"Ordinarily," Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended."

That Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below would not have changed his mode of death from suicide to homicide. But the fact that his suicidal intent would not have been successful caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.

"The room on the ninth floor whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing and he was threatening her with the shotgun. He was so upset that, when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Opus."

"When one intends to kill subject A but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with this charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that neither knew that the shotgun was loaded. The old man said it was his long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her -- therefore, the killing of Opus appeared to be an accident. That is, the gun had been accidentally loaded."

"The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun approximately six weeks prior to the fatal incident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother."

The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.

Here was an exquisite twist.

"Further investigation revealed that the son (who in fact was Ronald Opus) had become increasingly dispondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-storey building on March 23, only to be killed by the shotgun blast through the window."

The medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.

Editor's note: The above is strictly fiction

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solsetur on pussies:

"The problem with having cats in your estate, is that they get all horny at night.

Horny, then they start making lots of noise. Experienced that before? The place I live being a private estate, means that unless somebody actually gets really pissed and goes on a crusade drowning/spaying all cats within the compounds, we have to put up with weird nocturnal habits from the cats occasionally. So after one of the residents go on a rampage we'll have peace for a while, till some sentimental cat lover abandons their darling Kitty, unspayed.

Then you have a week-long session of nightly weird and loud moaning.

It's a mystery how I learnt that the cats were to blame. Did my parents go 'oh, the cats are getting hot and bothered for some torrid street sex' to me when I was 7?

FUCK. It's really some orgy down there. Just now some cat was just going on-and-on-and-on as if it was masturbating itself. Now I can hear a symphony of snarling and, uhm. Cat-tish moaning. There's at least 2 cats - that's torrid sex action tonight for sure. Thank goodness my window faces the main road - cats are down in the valley. My poor parents and neighbours! (So what if you got nice chalet-window view and me, lots of tar and tarmac? I get sleep tonight!!)"

I hate pussies too :)