I wonder how many people actually don’t realise what’s behind this card trick. It’s obvious right? Addendum For those who have not as yet figured out the trick – none of the second set of cards were in the first set. So whatever you chose would no longer be present…
To a user of Internet Explorer on Mac OSX, the “What Sex Toy Are You?” quiz is a beautiful set of constellations. Oooooooh. Pretty….
Google of the future? “I am Google! I find many good things. I find that pair of underwear with the little dice printed all over them. And I watch the tape of you with the life-sized Stallman puppet. These are good unique things. Many keywords and links! My masters will say ‘much good job, little robot!’ Many searchers will find happy links of Stallman puppet see you! Ahhhh.”
So strictly speaking, it’s now the day when I found out if I’m through to the first interviews for a job at the BBC. We were supposed to find out on Friday, but for various reasons they weren’t able to get the information to us. Each interview will be one hour long – and they’ve allocated three hour slots per job – so that’s fifteen candidates in total going through to the second stage. Or at least that’s fifteen interviews – I don’t yet know whether people will be represented in more than one of the categories. Twenty-four first-stage candidates narrowed down to fifteen second-stage ones – will I be on that list? I doubt it, frankly. I really do.
I haven’t felt so invested in the outcome of a job application for ages – I think it’s a job I could do well, and perhaps more importantly, that I’d enjoy – but weirdly I don’t think that’s why I’m so nervous. I’m very uncomfortable with the idea of these psychologists analysing my responses. I have become increasingly convinced that they’ll declare me unfit for work in general – and what do you do then? Start a sheep farm? Live in a commune? Take up politics? I’m relatively sure that I can acquit myself well in an interview as well – but my performance in that interview is less important to me at the moment than getting to it.
Get it while it’s fresh – or more to the point, get it before it’s ripped from the internet’s bleeding womb by the stainless steel tongs of threatened legal-action… Because Anne Widdecombe is not going to be thrilled about this one…
Proposal for a grant? “Dear Dean of Stuff, I work at your University and I’d really like to do a study of the social networks in the Marvel comic book universe. I hope you will understand how important and useful a piece of research this could be. Yours, A. Nut.”
An otherwise wonderfully fun evening celebrating Luke‘s birthday ruined at the last minute by the discovery that I’ve lost my uninsured mobile phone, resulting in me becoming suddenly terrified about the potential cost of replacement.
Could this be the best magazine cover of all time? Or is it simply the best thing of all time? Or is it kinda dumb? Der Spiegel
I don’t know where he got the information from, but there’s a fascinating piece of writing about being born from exploding stars over at barbelith at the moment. It’s a lovely, wonderful and transformative idea – it’s also a slightly alarming one!
Researchers say twin supernovas two million years ago triggered the evolution of humankind. ìThese supernovas would have blown away our protective ozone layer,î says Dr. Narciso Benitez of Johns Hopkins University. ìEarth lost its protection against ultraviolet rays, and for several hundred years the planet would have been battered by intense radiation.î
