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Archive for February, 2009

Cooking tip #1

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

When adding mayonnaise, err on the side of caution.

D is for “Dungeon”

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
Ten!

Ten! Ten points of damage resistance! Ah ah ah ah aaah!

Denis Clemente’s new training regime

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

I just read that Clemente was held out of practice today so that he could do some individual work getting familiar with the new K-State Men’s Basketball training gear.

It's still my house though, right Coach?

It's still my house, though, right Coach?

This is great news for the ‘Cats — a Kleenix sponsorship means big bucks for the Athletic Dept, which could let them afford to hire some more AAU coaches.

(I know, I know, coughChalmerscoughManningcough).

Frank Martin Photoshop

Monday, February 16th, 2009

I made these for a Frank Martin Photoshop thread a while back, but was recently reminded to post them here. Martin is not really photogenic, but he’s definately Photoshopgenic: it’s like every picture he’s in is really an entire series of other pictures just begging to be discovered.

In other words, putting Frank Martin into stupid photoshopped images is like taking candy from the baby fish in a barrel.

Real-life Photoshop

Friday, February 13th, 2009

Reportedly for an ad campaign, this clever photoshop diorama cracks me up. Making my tech tool of choice interface out of cardboard?  There’s a 1,000-word post-post-modern artist’s statement in here somewhere, but I won’t cry if I never see it. The fact it arrives into my thought-space sans intellectual fluffing is another reason art done for commercial purposes pwns most modern “fine” art, particularly the conceptual stuff.

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There’s always something to remind me . . .

Friday, February 13th, 2009

. . . that Neanderthals could kick our asses.

Looks like we might find out sooner than we thought, and I’m guessing once we re-build a handful of them, they won’t be metrosexual pussies. :) Looks like they’ll be able to talk, though.

But they apparently won’t think our endless yammering is all that sexy. Or at least, their ancestors didn’t think so:

“An early inference that can be drawn from the new findings, which were announced Thursday in Leipzig,Germany, is that there is no significant trace of Neanderthal genes in modern humans. This confounds the speculation that modern humans could have interbred with Neanderthals, thus benefiting from the genes that adapted the Neanderthals to the cold climate that prevailed in Europe in last ice age, which ended 10,000 years ago. Researchers have not ascertained if human genes entered the Neanderthal population.”

I bet there are human genes in the Neanderthal population. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this sad, tragic ride we call life, some humans will fuck anything.