Necessity...

... is the mother of invention.

Stupidity is the step mother.

Somebody please tell the invisible glass spray manufacturer that he'll never see a returning customer even if the spray does turn the glass invisible like he claims it does. His time is better spent looking for his missing invisible glasses (spectacles).

That reminds me of another incident. A tech company high on robotics, innovation and gadgetry spent a rich mans limb and a half to devise a Mail and Document Courier (MDC). The MDC had an integrated local positioning system which it used to deliver the documents to the person concerned. The MDC's track/path was determined by spraying a transparent paint on the carpeted floor. The spray took a day to dry and evaporated with time. So, every quarter, the employees were subjected to "Do Not Step On The Invisible Line" warning messages and sign boards.

bah...

There, their, they're. It's not that hard. As in...

They're conducting their session there.

They're trying their utmost to do the gig there.

They're such numb skulls, they can't tell their they're, there and their apart.

Schadenfreude

Caveat: The title shouldn't be misconstrued as my stand, it's just a word i learned today. It might be tongue in cheek though (like when you have a mouth ulcer). I do care two potatoes about the economy. Just my two cents of interest on a depreciating dollar.

Update:
*scha·den·freu·de /ˈʃɑdnˌfrɔɪdə/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciat[shahd-n-froi-duh]
–noun
-satisfaction or pleasure felt at someone else's misfortune.

Sometimes...

... a good laugh comes your way via email. Thank you, 'O lord of mirth for adding the e-world to your omnipresence.

And now, the email.

Investment analyst and entrepreneur Dr. Marc Faber concluded his monthly
bulletin (June 2008) with the Following:

''The federal government is sending each of us a $600 rebate. If we spend that money at Wal-Mart, the money goes to China. If we spend it on gasoline it goes to the Arabs. If we buy a computer it will go to India. If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala. If we purchase a good car it will go to Germany. If we purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan and none of it will help the American economy. The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it on prostitutes and beer, since these are the only products still produced in US. I've been doing my part.''

A borrowed sky

To make it up to all those blog hoppers who come here looking for Fahein, here's a thousand word essay.

Not really.

A thousand words' worth perhaps?



A couple of monochrome edits:



Btw, here's the original.


I've got to pick one of the four. I fail to do so. Please help!

A blogging nightmare

I've always wanted to know what goes on behind the scenes. I wonder what kind of people become moderators on knowledge/culture exchange forums and what kind of people own these websites.

Please read Ginger and Mango and pledge solidarity to a harassed blogger. What Inji has braved would've been a nightmare for me.

Dr. Schambaugh, of the University of Oklahoma School of
Chemical Engineering, Final Exam question for May of 1997. Dr. Schambaugh is
known for asking questions such as, "why do airplanes fly?" on his final exams.
His one and only final exam question in May 1997 for his Momentum, Heat and Mass
Transfer II class was: "Is hell exothermic or endothermic? Support your answer
with proof."
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's
Law or some variant. One student, however, wrote the
following:
"First, We postulate that if souls exist, then
they must have some mass. If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass.
So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving?
I think we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not
leave.
Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for souls
entering hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world
today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their
religion, then you will go to hell. Since there are more than one of these
religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project
that all people and souls go to hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we
can expect the number of souls in hell to increase
exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change in
volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and
pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume
needs to stay constant. Two options
exist:
1. If hell is expanding at a
slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and
pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks
loose.
2. If hell is expanding at a rate
faster than the increase of souls in hell, then the temperature and pressure
will drop until hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we
accept the quote given to me by Theresa Manyan during Freshman year, "that it
will be a cold night in hell before I sleep with you" and take into account the
fact that I still have NOT succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then
Option 2 cannot be true...Thus, hell is exothermic."
The student, Tim Graham,
got the only A.

RETRIBUTION - Trevor Penn

Prologue

How was I to know that I was being escorted to an arid existence bereft of any and all emotion? I imagined no guile and continue to be convinced that there was none. So, is it my fault that I’ve hardened beyond any tender caress’ repair and show no semblance of a being sodden with passion?

How am I to compel my eyes to gleam mischief, and in so doing, communicate my innate desire? When you search my dry eyes for a missing jamboree, I have not an option but to tearlessly shy away. I do not expect to be rescued. I’ve been ordained far greater torment, and any attempt to wrinkle the design will only lead to a plot far more contrived. I ask, I implore you to not be my savior. Leave. Look away. Your charm - as a dying ember or a melting snow flake - is lost on me. I can tell without any sliver of doubt that I will find my way back to you. I’m no prophesier but I do know for certain, I’m due retribution.