Another Word for Nerd

Let’s break things down into tiny pieces!

Watch It Shred:

• Refridgerators
• Printers
• Appliances
• Computers
• (complete list)

Will It Blend?:

• Toy Cars
• iPod
• Glass-Bottled Beverage
• Coke Can Smoothie
• (complete list)

I present to you, Clamato Energia.

It’s actually not bad; to me it tastes like a slightly less-spicy V8 and has none of the typical “energy drink” taste at all. They really shouldn’t put it in the same cooler as the Rockstar / Red Bull / etc type drinks.

Verdict: Not bad, but if I get a craving for V8 in the future, I’ll just buy V8. Such cravings usually happen once every three years or so, so right now I should be good until 2009.

I got a small HO-scale model train set for Christmas.

I just HAD to buy Ze Pig when I saw him at Walgreens.

I don’t normally talk about politics here, but this made me laugh.
(by Brian Topping, via Boing Boing):

I’m the kind of kid who used to read the encyclopedia (a 1957 edition of the World Book that my grandmother bought when my mother was in high school, and my mother still owns it) for fun.

For people like me, WikiPedia is a bad, BAD thing.

Tonight I started by looking up information on steam trains.

Three hours later, I realized that I’d somehow done enough “open in new tab” sidetrack browsing that I was now reading about spy satellites, B-52 bombers, and the SR-71 spy plane.

Last night, we were up late and decided to go through a local McDonalds for some breakfast on our way home.

As we pulled into the drive-thru, a guy in a black Impala was giving his order, with a lady in a tan Honda or Toyota behind him. The first car finished their order, and the lady in the tan car pulled up to the speaker.

We then watched and heard this:

Speaker: “Welcome to McDonalds, can I take your order?”
Lady: (highly agitated) “You know WHAT? That guy in front of me was driving as slow as possible. I’ve been waiting in line forever, burning gas money, after I drove all the way out here. Are you still serving lunch?”
Speaker: “No ma’am, I’ll be happy to take your breakfast order.”
Lady: “YOUVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! My clock says 4:17 and breakfast doesn’t start till 4:30″
Speaker: “Ma’am, your clock is wrong, our clock here says 4:48.”
Lady: “No, my clock is right! It’s not time to serve breakfast yet.”
Speaker: “Ma’am, I’ll be happy to take your breakfast order right now, we’re not serving lunch at this time.”
Lady: “THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I drove all the way out here, waited in line, and now you’re not serving
lunch, and Jack-In-The-Box is closed.”
Speaker: “We’ll be happy to take your breakfast order.”
Lady: “Are you going to pay for my gas money too, that I burned coming out here?”
Speaker: “No Ma’am, we don’t do that.”
Lady: “This is such a crock of shit.”

She angrily drove off, while Amy and I sat there gaping at her.

What kind of person argues with McDonalds about their breakfast hours, and complains about having to drive “all the way” to one? There’s more than a hundred and fifty McDonalds locations in the Houston area; four of those were within a two mile radius of this store. It’s not like they’re going to suddenly start making the lunch menu because someone’s clock is set differently.

The ironic thing? A Jack-In-The-Box exactly two miles down the road is open 24 hours, and they serve all of their menu all the time.

This is something I’ve been theorizing on for quite a while.

When you’re a kid, you want TOYS for Christmas or your birthday. The very last thing you want as a gift is socks and underwear. However, you always manage to get a package of such from Grandma or another family member.

The older you get, the less you want toys, and the more you *want* practical gifts like socks and underwear.

My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday coming up in November.

I told her “Socks and underwear.”

Although their math is a bit off…

DNA Hack - The Website for Amateur Genetic Engineering

I could have sworn I saw something like this in Wired’s “Artifacts from the Future” section about ten years ago…