Axial Tilt is the Reason for The Season

Saw a license plate on a Mustang this week: "RU 18 QT" .

The Hero Who Wasn't There

Another interview question:

You are in a 100 story building. You have two iPhones. Assume the iPhones are identical and will break when dropped out the window (ie. they fall all the way to the street below) from floor X or higher, but they will not break if dropped from below floor X. If an iPhone doesn't break, it doesn't grow weaker (ie. you can safely drop it from floor X - 1 an infinite number of times, if you have the time).

X can be 1, it can be 100, or any number in between.

What is the fewest number of drops you need to find X?

The Medium Lobster wrote this:

Let us never forget just what's at stake in the war in Afghanistan: nothing less than the success of the war in Afghanistan. This war may be a mistake, a blood-soaked blunder, an unholy charnel house mindlessly consuming the bodies and souls of untold thousands, an open sore on the pockmarked face of history and an abomination before the sight of God and men, but it is first and foremost a war, and wars must be won. If the United States doesn't win this war, then will it not lose it? And if the United States loses this war, then won't the Unites States have lost it? And if the United States has lost this war, will that not then make the United States a kind of thing that loses wars? And then where would we be?

Because it's true.

Rob Halford (of Judas Priest) - Xmas

The guy who sprinkles fertilizer and weed killer on my lawn every 3 months came by today, cast his magic dust about our .09 acres, then left a little note on the invoice:

Weed control very good. Maintenance is excellent.
Good Job!

I swelled with pride. No, really. I did.

After 10 years of trying, this is the first year our lawn has looked like one of those lush, verdant carpets of grass like you'd see on the cover of Lawn Care Weekly. And it's all because there was finally enough rain that it didn't die in mid-July. All I do is mow it. Regardless, I will take the credit.

I am The Suburbanite !

Neighbors! Gaze upon my glorious turf, ye envious tenders of weed-specked sand-scapes, and despair!

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