So I read on CNN.com that they are doing zero gravity experiments on the International Space Station with fruit flies.
I think they are calling them by the wrong name.
Shouldn't they be fruit floats?
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Friday, July 21, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
The thought for today
Is there not something wrong with putting an anti-piracy statement at the beginning of a pirate movie?
Anyway, life has been moving along and with summer time comes a lack of posts. So there ya have it, not too much going on for right now.
Also, look up top. See the little ad thingy? Well, I am seeing about this google ad serving thing. Not that I expect to make bazillions of dollars. My intrest is a little more...comical. I just want to see what Google decides in a targeted ad on my site by it's content. This aught to be a hoot!
So remember, click on each banner ad 1000 times per visit ;)
Bleh
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Anyway, life has been moving along and with summer time comes a lack of posts. So there ya have it, not too much going on for right now.
Also, look up top. See the little ad thingy? Well, I am seeing about this google ad serving thing. Not that I expect to make bazillions of dollars. My intrest is a little more...comical. I just want to see what Google decides in a targeted ad on my site by it's content. This aught to be a hoot!
So remember, click on each banner ad 1000 times per visit ;)
Bleh
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Monday, June 5, 2006
By special request, here it is:
"Red Light Sabers And Ham"
I do not like Red lights sabers
I do not like them, Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like them in a lifeboat
I would not, could not, fight them with a goat
I will not like The Sith in the rain
I do not like them on a magelev train
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with bagels and lox!
I do not like The Sith in a house
I would not, could not, fight them with a mouse
I do not like them in a beach house
I would not, could not, flog them with a grouse
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith, they hurt my brain
I do not trust them near a cargo crane
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with dirty socks!
I do not like The Sith, they are not right
I would not, could not, use a moose in a fight
I do not like The Sith not even at night
I would not, could not, be so uptight
I do not like The Sith, they are fairly big
I would not, could not, fight them with a pig
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like The Sith deep in space
I do not like The Sith anyplace
I do not like them in a plain
I would not, could not, fight them, that's insane!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith during the day
I do not like them I wish they would go away
I do not like their nasty tricks
I will not fight them with their flying double inverse snap kicks!
I do not like The Sith not in a base
I do not like The Sith anyplace!
I do not like them in a ship
I would not, could not, fight them with a cowchip
I will not like The Sith on Tatooine
I do not like them anywhere I have seen
I would like to fry them dead
I will not fight them without my armor on my head!
I do not like The Sith in a temple, you see
I would not, could not, pummel them with a bee!
I do not like them in the North Sea
I would not, could not, bring them to High Tea!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like Red lights sabers
I do not like them, Obi-Sam, I am
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like them in a lifeboat
I would not, could not, fight them with a goat
I will not like The Sith in the rain
I do not like them on a magelev train
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with bagels and lox!
I do not like The Sith in a house
I would not, could not, fight them with a mouse
I do not like them in a beach house
I would not, could not, flog them with a grouse
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith, they hurt my brain
I do not trust them near a cargo crane
I would like to sitck them in a box
I will not fight them with dirty socks!
I do not like The Sith, they are not right
I would not, could not, use a moose in a fight
I do not like The Sith not even at night
I would not, could not, be so uptight
I do not like The Sith, they are fairly big
I would not, could not, fight them with a pig
I do not like The Sith here or there
I do not like The Sith anywhere
I do not like The Sith deep in space
I do not like The Sith anyplace
I do not like them in a plain
I would not, could not, fight them, that's insane!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
I will not like The Sith during the day
I do not like them I wish they would go away
I do not like their nasty tricks
I will not fight them with their flying double inverse snap kicks!
I do not like The Sith not in a base
I do not like The Sith anyplace!
I do not like them in a ship
I would not, could not, fight them with a cowchip
I will not like The Sith on Tatooine
I do not like them anywhere I have seen
I would like to fry them dead
I will not fight them without my armor on my head!
I do not like The Sith in a temple, you see
I would not, could not, pummel them with a bee!
I do not like them in the North Sea
I would not, could not, bring them to High Tea!
I do not like Red Light sabers and Ham
I do not like them Obi-Sam, I am
Friday, May 5, 2006
WOW! My 100th Post!!!!
Happy Cinco De Mayo! Celebrate Mayonnaise!
With the distinct lack of comments, updates have been slow coming.
Does anyone really read this anymore?
I would hope with over 12,500 hits someone would be, yet it seems like no one ever does. Oh well, I'll just talk to myself. Not like an accusation of insanity would ever stop me.
So here is my latest set of things:
Solving the federal deficit in one easy swoop:
Tax Vitalis. You know that nasty smelling hair stuff all the guys in power use in their hair cause their fathers did in the 50s? Tax it and as the base consumption of it drops that should free up more oil reserves. How do you know the plan is working? Watch for more men with the /Executive Hair/ to start having bad hair days. Too much snow on the roof, his brain is in danger!
Conversations with my motorcycle.
Yes, my bike and I seem to have these odd little conversations. No the bike does not actually talk back in English to me, but it does make its feelings well known. Let me give you an example. All the bike comments will be enclosed so bear with me.
Wow, bright sunny day. Let's go for a ride! (I don't wanna)
Oh come on it will be fun! (No I don't wanna)
Now, you have gas and your battery is charged. You should at least start. (Alright, but your not gonna like it…*vroom,sputter,die* See?)
Oh come on! (I just wanna stay here.)
No, we are going for a ride. I have tools and I am not afraid to use them. (I need oil...My valves are out of adjustment)
Okay you need oil, fair enough. Your valves are not out of adjustment, we did that last time and they don't go out of wack in less than 3 miles. (Fine, I’ll start, but I wanna smoke)
Alright you big sissy, smoke for a while, but it is not any good for you. (My brakes hurt)
Dammit no the don’t! I rebuilt them last week. (I want a drink of water)
You’re an air-cooled engine for craps sake, you don’t need water! (Fine..if your going to be that way about it.)
*vroom (cloud of smoke, choke the kids across the street) thump thump thump*
(There I’m at idle now...Happy?)
Nope, we are going to go for a little ride.
(Oh bloody hell! Lay off on the oatmeal pies will you, mate? You’ve got more ass on me than a mule team!)
Watch it bub, I’ll make you into a moped. Besides how did you get the English accent? Your made in India!
(Oh, um..cause I am from the Raj. Yea, that’s it!)
Oh just go into gear dammit…..
Only an Enfield rider can appreciate this fully.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
(And perhaps leave a comment?)
With the distinct lack of comments, updates have been slow coming.
Does anyone really read this anymore?
I would hope with over 12,500 hits someone would be, yet it seems like no one ever does. Oh well, I'll just talk to myself. Not like an accusation of insanity would ever stop me.
So here is my latest set of things:
Solving the federal deficit in one easy swoop:
Tax Vitalis. You know that nasty smelling hair stuff all the guys in power use in their hair cause their fathers did in the 50s? Tax it and as the base consumption of it drops that should free up more oil reserves. How do you know the plan is working? Watch for more men with the /Executive Hair/ to start having bad hair days. Too much snow on the roof, his brain is in danger!
Conversations with my motorcycle.
Yes, my bike and I seem to have these odd little conversations. No the bike does not actually talk back in English to me, but it does make its feelings well known. Let me give you an example. All the bike comments will be enclosed so bear with me.
Wow, bright sunny day. Let's go for a ride! (I don't wanna)
Oh come on it will be fun! (No I don't wanna)
Now, you have gas and your battery is charged. You should at least start. (Alright, but your not gonna like it…*vroom,sputter,die* See?)
Oh come on! (I just wanna stay here.)
No, we are going for a ride. I have tools and I am not afraid to use them. (I need oil...My valves are out of adjustment)
Okay you need oil, fair enough. Your valves are not out of adjustment, we did that last time and they don't go out of wack in less than 3 miles. (Fine, I’ll start, but I wanna smoke)
Alright you big sissy, smoke for a while, but it is not any good for you. (My brakes hurt)
Dammit no the don’t! I rebuilt them last week. (I want a drink of water)
You’re an air-cooled engine for craps sake, you don’t need water! (Fine..if your going to be that way about it.)
*vroom (cloud of smoke, choke the kids across the street) thump thump thump*
(There I’m at idle now...Happy?)
Nope, we are going to go for a little ride.
(Oh bloody hell! Lay off on the oatmeal pies will you, mate? You’ve got more ass on me than a mule team!)
Watch it bub, I’ll make you into a moped. Besides how did you get the English accent? Your made in India!
(Oh, um..cause I am from the Raj. Yea, that’s it!)
Oh just go into gear dammit…..
Only an Enfield rider can appreciate this fully.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
(And perhaps leave a comment?)
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
The power of a word to inspire
This morning during my early and somewhat bleary-eyed wanderings about the net I began somehow thinking about Spam. Why Spam? Well, let us use the wayback machine here at MooseBase Alpha and I'll tell you.
See when we say Spam many people think about unwanted emails. While this has become an accepted term nowadays, used as easily as most any other techno-pirated term, I do feel to an extent it does a disservice to the real Spam. Many years ago I was given a can of spam by a friend (Barb over at Http:\\www.tigersandstrawberries.com) as a gag birthday gift. Well, this little can of Spam has now traveled many thousands of miles with me as almost a form of ritual token. Yes, it has flown and driven mass distances. Sometimes it rides on the dashboard drawing strange looks from passers by and other times it snuggles in a glove box or bag; it's aura flowing freely about the passenger cabin. Yes, the Spam has a light side as well.
Few people think about Spam as the glorious product that it really is. Did you know that there is a Spam Museum? How about the SpamMobile? Yes, there are 3 of them. Also there is a Spam fan club. In some parts of the world Spam is considered a delicacy and something served only to the most favored of guests. Amazing, but true, that Spam has received a presidential recognition for the role it has played in the winning of World War Two. Yes, that is right, Spam helped to defeat the Axis in Europe. Many a Nazi (Notice I said Nazi, not Naaazzy.) felt the sting of Spam produced here in the United States. Did the Hormel Corporation rest on its laurels? No! Spam has seen combat in Korea, Viet Nam, Grenada, Panama, The Persian Gulf and almost every theater of hostile action in the world. Many a time had the humble Spam repelled the great Red Menace during the Cold War years. Ever seen Ivan eat Spam? No! Because it was filled with the secret ingredient that gives Spam all it's power, freedom. No, it is not that jelly stuff that clings to the outside, I have no real clue what that is. But anyway, did you ever wonder why cans of Spam function just like a hand grenade? Have you ever seen the radius of destruction one single can of Spam can create? Nuclear Weapons are all fine and good but if you really want to scare the begeesus out of an enemy, consider dropping the big one: The Spam Bomb. We have it and we should not be afraid to use it.
(A small disclaimer: Spam is a registered trademark of the Hormel Corporation and is used here for comedic parody purposes only. All rights are reserved by their respective owners. Please do not send the weasel lawyers after me.)
(Another small disclaimer: I mean no offence to the noble weasel or its related creatures. Please do not send your weasel lawyers after me, as they are more frightening than the spam lawyers.)
See when we say Spam many people think about unwanted emails. While this has become an accepted term nowadays, used as easily as most any other techno-pirated term, I do feel to an extent it does a disservice to the real Spam. Many years ago I was given a can of spam by a friend (Barb over at Http:\\www.tigersandstrawberries.com) as a gag birthday gift. Well, this little can of Spam has now traveled many thousands of miles with me as almost a form of ritual token. Yes, it has flown and driven mass distances. Sometimes it rides on the dashboard drawing strange looks from passers by and other times it snuggles in a glove box or bag; it's aura flowing freely about the passenger cabin. Yes, the Spam has a light side as well.
Few people think about Spam as the glorious product that it really is. Did you know that there is a Spam Museum? How about the SpamMobile? Yes, there are 3 of them. Also there is a Spam fan club. In some parts of the world Spam is considered a delicacy and something served only to the most favored of guests. Amazing, but true, that Spam has received a presidential recognition for the role it has played in the winning of World War Two. Yes, that is right, Spam helped to defeat the Axis in Europe. Many a Nazi (Notice I said Nazi, not Naaazzy.) felt the sting of Spam produced here in the United States. Did the Hormel Corporation rest on its laurels? No! Spam has seen combat in Korea, Viet Nam, Grenada, Panama, The Persian Gulf and almost every theater of hostile action in the world. Many a time had the humble Spam repelled the great Red Menace during the Cold War years. Ever seen Ivan eat Spam? No! Because it was filled with the secret ingredient that gives Spam all it's power, freedom. No, it is not that jelly stuff that clings to the outside, I have no real clue what that is. But anyway, did you ever wonder why cans of Spam function just like a hand grenade? Have you ever seen the radius of destruction one single can of Spam can create? Nuclear Weapons are all fine and good but if you really want to scare the begeesus out of an enemy, consider dropping the big one: The Spam Bomb. We have it and we should not be afraid to use it.
(A small disclaimer: Spam is a registered trademark of the Hormel Corporation and is used here for comedic parody purposes only. All rights are reserved by their respective owners. Please do not send the weasel lawyers after me.)
(Another small disclaimer: I mean no offence to the noble weasel or its related creatures. Please do not send your weasel lawyers after me, as they are more frightening than the spam lawyers.)
Saturday, March 4, 2006
I knew eventually it would become clear.
So I was checking through the trash bin in my email program, where out of 250 some odd messages more than 200 went this morning and I saw the header of an email that made it all too clear to me.
See, there are these spammers out there. If you didn't notice by now, you do not have email. Now consider this, all they need is to hook you on one thing and then the rest of their junk suddenly seems worthwhile. There are drugs to lower cholesterol, a drug to counter the effects of that drug. You will need another to counteract the side effects of that one, which may cause weight gain, and so on and so forth. I think you can see the trend.
Today though was different. They caught and held my attention for almost 30 seconds. Then luckily I snapped back to reality. What, pray tell, did the message header say?
Complimentary $500 Gift Card to Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Doughnuts
So close...so very close...
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
See, there are these spammers out there. If you didn't notice by now, you do not have email. Now consider this, all they need is to hook you on one thing and then the rest of their junk suddenly seems worthwhile. There are drugs to lower cholesterol, a drug to counter the effects of that drug. You will need another to counteract the side effects of that one, which may cause weight gain, and so on and so forth. I think you can see the trend.
Today though was different. They caught and held my attention for almost 30 seconds. Then luckily I snapped back to reality. What, pray tell, did the message header say?
Complimentary $500 Gift Card to Krispy Kreme or Dunkin Doughnuts
So close...so very close...
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Oh, can I use the Black Sabbath tune royalty free now????
Your results:
| You are Iron Man |
| Iron Man | 85% |
| Green Lantern | 70% |
| Spider-Man | 65% |
| Hulk | 60% |
| Robin | 57% |
| Batman | 55% |
| Catwoman | 40% |
| Superman | 40% |
| Wonder Woman | 37% |
| Supergirl | 37% |
| The Flash | 35% |
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