I just finished up the Bing homepage quiz; today's (Sunday) topic was sloths and I got five of five correct.
Not really surprising, considering both the subject and I have a lot in common. (except I'm not covered in algae - at least not as much - nor do I have sloth moths living in my fur...none that I've seen, anyway.)
The term refers to the 2003 attempt by Barbara Streisand to keep photos of her home from being posted online. It is now used to describe the phenomenon whereby an attempt to hide or remove a piece of information has the unintended consequence of publicizing the information more widely.
American gymnast George Eyser won six medals during the 1924 Summer Olympics, despite having lost his left leg as a young boy after being run over by a train. Wearing a wooden prosthesis, he won gold in the vault, an event which then included a jump over a long horse without aid of a springboard.
This is definitely one case of NOT having a leg up on the competition!
You are thoughtful, philosophical, and introspective. People fascinate you.
You crave drama in everyday life, and it's probably better for you to sometimes get it from a movie!
You're the type of person who can talk for hours, and you never mind a movie that's heavy on the dialog.
You analyze every aspect of your life, and you like a movie to provoke you a bit. You would rather be disturbed than feel nothing.
My pop used to cut my hair when I was a kid, an easy way to save a buck. My folks bought a pair of clippers, not the electric kind, but manually operated and they were horrible, pulling out hair and I guess I carried on so much they bought electric clippers. They were better, but it was still the same type of haircut, a close burr, a "buzz cut". Oh well, it was better than a "Moe bowl-type" cut.
When I got older and a little less timid, I challenged my pop to let ME buzz HIS head. He started taking me to the barber then, think it was something like $1.25 for a haircut. I didn't like the hometown barber and neither did my dad...who called him "the Montana sheep shearer". I liked the guy, but agreed with my father and always thought a sheep shearer might very well have been more gentle than him. (The space between my ears and scalp was always nicked and bleeding after every hair cut. That wouldn't have been so bad, but I wore glasses and the ear pieces would keep the minor wounds raw and irritated. )
When I was old enough to make my own money with summer jobs, I started paying for my own haircuts, but they were two bucks by then, the same as the hourly minimum wage. A well-to-do classmate always had great looking haircuts and he talked me into going to his barber...who charged the then-outrageous price of $7.50! That could have filled up my car, taken a date to the movies and maybe even enough left over to buy her some popcorn! The last haircut I got was $12.50, not counting the tip...and considerably more than the hourly minimum wage at the time.
So, since my hairline was receding with every passing year, I bought my own set of clippers and started buzzing my own head. I tried shaving it, but that was too much of a hassle, just better to take the clippers to what few hairs I have left. The best thing is that just a couple of self-haircuts can pay for the clippers.
What I'd like to know is why the hair on my head is disappearing and multiplying in my nose and ears?
All the matter that makes up the human race can fit into a sugar cube. This is because atoms are mostly empty space and if you crammed all the atoms in all human beings together -without any wasted space - the total wouldn't be any bigger than a sugar cube.
However, that sugar cube would weigh 5 billion tons!
And this one from last week - I didn't post it because while it's a natural thing, I did think it was a little inappropriate for my "G" rated blog:
(and especially considering the jokes I could have made about it)
Lions sometimes mate up to 40 times a day.
OK, I'm not great at math, but if a lion is only awake for four hours each day and in that time he's mating up to 40 times...no wonder he sleeps most of the day away.
Alexander Graham Bell, the inventor of the telephone, never phoned his wife or his mother.
They were both deaf.
And, in case you didn't get the rather insensitive joke in the title of this post, here's its origin:
...although he's since gone over to Sprint.
And a ToTG public service announcement: if someone calls you and asks you a question or speaks very faintly and you complain they need to speak up and they "make an adjustment" and in a louder voice "Can you hear me now?", do NOT say "Yes." which might lead to them using that to change your long-distance service. Some sources on the 'net say it's not a proven scam, but best to not take chances. At the least, you'll be telling the possible scammer on the other end of the line that it's a working phone number.
Personally, if I don't recognize the number, I don't answer.
The first reference comes from 1398, found in the Oxford English Dictionary. Cornish writer John of Trevisa wrote that there are 40 moments in an hour (hence 90 seconds each). Oxford has since replaced it with, “a very brief period of time.”
