labtastic

www.nerdsthemusical.com/
The story of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs… in Song form….
More at nerdsthemusical.blogspot.com/
Here’s hoping it makes it to Edinburgh this year
r.

thedailywtf.com/Articles/The_Contractor\’s_Note.aspx
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=xH3Wjc9Gn6E

some interesting maths going on here:
www.devilducky.com/media/56838/
obviously, it’s only a matter of time before pr0n makers are using
this technology
to create fake-celebrity movies…

mitchel and webb do the adverts for the UK, yay!
www.apple.com/uk/getamac/ads/

Number 8 is fantastic
1- You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and
compelling reason why we observe daylight-savings time.
2- You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely
suggests you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby
emerging from her at that moment.
3- The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.
4- The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age,
gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that,
deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers.
5- There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to
make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11.
6- There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”
7- People who want to share their religious views with you almost
never want you to share yours with them.
8- If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race
has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that
word would be “meetings.”
9- The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to
annoy people who are not in them.
10- If there really is a God who created the entire universe with all
of its glories, and He decides to deliver a message to humanity, He
will not use, as His messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad
hairstyle.
11- You should not confuse your career with your life.
12- A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a
nice person.
13- No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too
seriously.
14- When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one
individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command.
Very often, that individual is crazy.
15- Your friends love you, anyway.
16- Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.

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> This story has a happy ending.
>
> A Federal Court Ruling from the Melbourne Age, Australia
> (AP) -
> A seven year old boy was at the centre of a courtroom drama
> yesterday. When
> he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him.
> The boy has
> a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially
> awarded
>
> custody to his aunt, in keeping with the child custody law and
> regulations
>
> requiring that family unity be maintained to the degree possible.
>
>
> The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his
> aunt beat him
>
> more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her.
> When the judge
>
> suggested that he live with his grandparents, the boy cried out
> that they
>
> also beat him. After considering the remainder of the immediate
> family and
>
> learning that domestic violence was apparently a way of life among
> them,
>
> the judge took the unprecedented step of allowing the boy to
> propose who
>
> should have custody of him.
>
>
> After two recesses to check legal references
>
> and confer with child welfare officials, the judge granted temporary
>
> custody to the English Cricket Team, whom the boy firmly believes
> are “not
>
> capable of beating anyone.”
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>

Compact and bijou, Mostyn, compact and bijou.
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6287375.stm
r.

www.woostercollective.com/2007/01/think_before_you_bite.html

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Freaky!
Incredibly at exactly midnight tonight as I was just lying down to
sleep I heard the cat flap go and called out for Chomsky. I turned on
my light and I had left my bedroom door ajar. I got the shock of my
life when Fluffy came mewling through the door in all his glory. What
a joy to see him again and give him a big cuddle!
The awful truth is now clear. I buried Chomsky as Fluffy. In death
Chomsky looked like a completely different cat. It’s Chomsky who’s
gone, not Fluffy or else I’ve just been cuddling a ghost for the last
twenty minutes.
Sad but happy, happy but sad.

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some interesting video scratching from these brooklynites
www.keithschofield.com/1br-video/one-block-radius.mov
this is how i imagine jorge spends his days

My cat Fluffy died at some point between Monday night and Tuesday.
I found him on Tuesday evening curled up in a chair. I went to stroke
him and got the horrible feeling of cold stiffness that instantly
tells you all you need to know. I never want to stroke a dead cat
again; it’s an unspeakably horrible unnatural feeling.
I can’t understand how he had become so ripe so quickly. He was
clearly bloated and there wasn’t any obvious signs of damage on his
exposed size. It just looks like he crawled back to the house to die,
alone. I didn’t examine Fluffy closely for obvious reasons. He was
leaking and smelled quite bad. Using an old jumper I peeled him off
the chair. Some of his skin and fur came away and remained stuck to
the chair and then the smell hit me. Later on I had to take a shower
to get rid of the smell from my nostrils.
The other cat, Chomsky is currently MIA.
OBITUARY:
========
Fluffy Little Satan, or simply Fluffy to those who knew him, passed
away sometime between Monday and Tuesday last as a result of internal
injuries sustained in an accident or altercation. He was born to
unknown parents sometime in 2004, although he never knew his actual
birthday. He had a difficult start in life having being rejected by
his adoptive parents and sent to a home for unwanted cats in North
London shortly after his first birthday. There he shared a room with
a young whippersnapper called Chomsky who was to become his protege
and close friend for the remainder of his life. A great character,
Fluffy was vocal in support of the things he believed in such as
stroking, climbing into sinks, lying about in a chair of his choosing
and having his cheeks rubbed. He also took a firm stand against belly-
rubbing which was much admired by many of those who knew him. He will
be greatly missed by his friends Jon, Talia and Chomsky and all those
who knew him. The funeral has already taken place in the garden of
24b Elmore Street where Fluffy has a plot next to the cryptosperm and
where the rhubarb used to be. Donations welcome in Fluffy’s name to
the Cat Protection League, North London.
Requies-CAT Im Pace, Fluffy Little Satan, not dead – just en repose.
Fluffy
mort:
Fluffy in happier times:


Interesting development:
www.tech.co.uk/home-entertainment/hi-fi-and-audio/hi-fi-amps-
and-receivers/news/apple-to-open-up-fairplay-drm?articleid=394429162
Pete

One for Jon…;)
Apologies if you’ve seen it before.
Nic

>Anger Management
>
>When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take
>it out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know, take it out
>on Someone you don’t know.
>
>I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I’d forgotten
>to make. I found the number and dialled it. A man answered, saying
>”Hello.”
>I Politely said, “This is David. Could I please speak with Robert
>Campbell ?” Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear “Get the right
>fcuking number!” and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t
>believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robert’s
>correct number to call him, I found that I had accidentally transposed
>the last two Digits.
>
>After hanging up with him, I decided to call the ‘wrong’ number again.
>When
>the same guy answered the phone, I yelled “You’re a C*nt!” and hung
up.
>I
>wrote his number down with the word ‘C*nt’ next to it, and put it in
>my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had
>a really bad day, I’d call him up and yell, “You’re a C*nt!” It always
>cheered me up.
>
>When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic “C*nt” Calling
>would have to stop. So, I called his number and said,”Hi, this is John
>Smith from BT. I’m calling to see if you’re familiar with our Caller
>ID Program?”
>
>He yelled “NO!” and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back
>and said, “That’s because you’re a C*nt!”
>
>One day I was at Lakeside Shopping Centre, getting ready to pull into
>a parking spot. Some guy in a gunmetal grey Land Rover cut me off And
>pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the Horn and
>yelled that I’d been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.
>I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his back window, so I wrote down his
>Number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first C*nt (I
>had his Number on speed
>dial,) I thought that I’d better call the Land Rover C*nt, too.
>
>I said, “Is this the man with the gunmetal grey Land Rover for sale?”
>Yes,
>it is”, he said. “Can you tell me where I can see it?” I asked. “Yes,
>I live at 129 Alice Street, in Ilford. It’s a terraced house, and
>the car’s parked right out in front.”
>
>”What’s your name?” I asked. “My name is Steve Hansen,” he said.
>
>”When’s a good time to catch you, Steve?” “I’m home most days as I’m
>currently unemployed.” “Listen, Steve, can I tell you something?”
>
>”Yes?”
>
>”Steve, you’re a C*nt!”
>
>Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when
>I had a problem, I had two a**eholes to call. Then one day I came up
>With an idea. I called C*nt #1.
>
>”Hello?”
>
>”You’re a C*nt!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
>
>”Are you still there?” he asked.
>
>”Yeah.” I said.
>
>”Stop calling me,” he screamed.
>
>”Make me.” I said.
>
>”Who are you?” he asked.
>
>”My name is Steve Hansen.”
>
>”Yeah? Where do you live?”
>
>”I live at 129 Alice Street, Ilford, a terraced house, with my
>gunmetal grey Land Rover parked out the front”
>
>He said, “I’m coming over right now, Steve. And you had better start
>saying your prayers.”
>
>I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared… C*nt.” and hung up.
>
>Then I called C*nt #2. “Hello?” he said.
>
>”Hello, C*nt,” I said.
>
>
>He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…”
>
>”You’ll do what?” I said.
>
>”I’ll kick your a*se,” he exclaimed.
>
>I answered, “Well, C*nt, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right
>now.”
>
>Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived
>at
>129 Alice Street, Ilford , and that I was on my way over there to kill
>my gay lover. Then I called Channel 5 News about the hoodie war going
>down in Alice Street, Ilford. I quickly got into my car and headed
>over to Alice Street. I got there just in time to watch two C*nts
>beating the sh!t out of each other in front of six police cars, an
>overhead police helicopter and a News crew
>
>Now I feel MUCH better.
>
>Take it from me, anger management really works.

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A mother of three died from water intoxication after a radio station
drinking competition, a California coroner said on Saturday.
www.theregister.co.uk/2007/01/15/wii_death/

This was pissing me off so I finally sought out the answer for
anybody else who’s similarly troubled…
In Applications/mage Capture.app > Preferences > Camera

www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_1QyOQDx6w
noseybonk – no wonder we’re all so fucked up…

www.sugarjar.com/media/56392/
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