Freedom of Choice, Catholic edition

I was recently in the bathroom at an all-girl Catholic school (don’t ask) and I saw this vending machine. My first thought was “Holy Cow! They’re selling condoms at a Catholic school?!?!” Then I realized that the only choice these girls get to make is pads vs. tampons. Go girl! You got a choice! We’re pro-choice up in here! What’s that? You don’t need any tampons or pads? You haven’t needed them for a few months? Aww, heck. Choice? Well…uh…yeah about that. You had a choice, but now that you actually need to make one, there isn’t one, really. But hey, good luck with that baby!

This guy is my hero. I was once spotted on a Jumbotron. I was at a White Sox game one cold autumn day with my buddy Commissioner Cool. They started up the fan cam and I told Comm. Cool that if we got on it we had to start picking our noses. Not 20 seconds later, there we were, on the big ass screen in center field. “Pick your nose! Pick your nose!” I screamed. A collective “Ugggh!” could be heard from the crowd. Picking my nose in front of 30,000 people on a giant television remains, to this day, one of my greatest accomplishments.

The Space Game is a space-based RTS involving building up a mining base while holding back enemies.

Earlier levels see mining asteroids being the main priority, while later on surviving wave after wave of incoming attackers in the number one concern. It’s simple but very polished, with a number of different modes to choose from and a variety of baddies heading your way. I seriously played this so-called “causal” game for about 5 hours in one sitting. It’s pretty close to perfect. 

Play it at the Casual Collective

[via Indy Games]

I just got done watching the Ween Live At The Cat’s Cradle DVD [$16, cheap]. It’s pretty amazing.

The DVD captures the lo-fi beginnings of the duo circa 1991. Each video is either them performing live in a small  basement, pre-recorded in a basement video session, or during the recording sessions of pure guava.

Watching them at their youngest I realize that the band was genius from the get-go, go. man. The amount of talent is by far, out matched by their passion. I haven’t ever seen someone in their early twenties look so closed to zit-faced adolescent and so confident in their shitty glam rock cover of hard metal wannabe, backed by a rigid drum track.

The casual banter and back and forth is present in their early incarnate. I can only believe that by looking at the past, we can predict more creative plateaus from the pair.

Mandatory for ween fans, highly recommended for music aficionados, discouraged for the non-adventurous.

• Fair warning to all of my Twitter peeps: I’m doing a mass update of my blog, and I’ve got my blog set to update twitter with each post. #
• Just put up a store to sell junk… er HQ Stuff: http://www.cafepress.com/MayorAwesome. Huzza for capitalism! Suck on that commies. #
• Hey everybody, Conan’s last night in NY is tonight: http://tinyurl.com/cnm8zp Be sure to tune in and watch it. #
• @smoothlou Get your ass on stage! You’ve got tickets to sell! in reply to smoothlou #
• I have determined that this graph also applies to blogging: http://xkcd.com/323/ although I do agree that it works with programming too. #
• @TheFullGinsburg that’s what she said. Sorry, low hanging fruit. Ooh! That’s ALSO what she said. Damn I’m on fire! in reply to TheFullGinsburg #
• Will Ferrel on Conan’s last show: http://twitpic.com/1lpvw #
• @smoothlou I was thinking about it, but I’ve got a birthday at Fogo De Chizow tomorrow. Email me details, I’ll blag about it anyway. in reply to smoothlou #

From a space.com article about the size of the observable universe:

“All the pieces add up to 78 billion-light-years. The light has not traveled
that far, but “the starting point of a photon reaching us today after
travelling for 13.7 billion years is now 78 billion light-years away,”
Cornish said. That would be the radius of the universe, and twice that
– 156 billion light-years — is the diameter. That’s based on a view
going 90 percent of the way back in time, so it might be slightly
larger.“

What’s also amazing, is that if you wrote the number googolplex, (1^googlol = 1^10^100) in one point font, it wouldn’t fit _in_ the observable universe.

That’s pretty badass.

Image [cc] selected at coincidence from [flickr]

Thank you wikimedia for allowing people of all stripes to create their own themed wikis.

The next entry in the march of humorous wikis is Dickipedia.

It’s a collection of people who are lumped into the intersection of douchebags and mean.

Some of the writing is entertaining:

From Reagan: “Reagan was credited with saving 77 lives, only 66,923 less than were murdered in El Salvador and Honduras by death squads he supported during his Presidency. Granted, some of those people were probably also dicks who had it coming.”

Also from Reagan:”In 1948, Ronald Reagan divorced his Oscar-winning wife Jane Wyman, and
replaced her with the less talented, but more pregnant Nancy Davis.”

Strangely absent from the list is superman. Via [superdickery.com]

Get ‘em while they’re hot. I just downloaded a copy of GTA II, a game I played for hours upon hours as a kid. Also check out Scorched 3D. Welp, there goes my productivity.
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