Monday, March 10, 2008

A man solving a 7x7x7 Rubik's Cube

In less than 6 minutes, 30 seconds.

Wake Up Call!

Duck & Puppy

A cat sharing its food, until the parrot crosses an invisible boundary

When Mom or Dad asks to be a Facebook 'friend'

When Matt Florian signed onto his Facebook account recently to check the status of his 400-plus friends, he had a friend request.
It was from his dad.
The junior at Sherwood High School in Montgomery County, Md., didn't panic. No. He simply took a deep breath and pondered his options.
He could accept it. He could ignore it. He could accept it, but limit the parts of his Facebook profile his dad could see. He pondered more. What were the social implications of "friending" your folks?
Across the country, Facebook users are contemplating similar questions when they log onto their accounts. More and more moms and dads are signing onto Facebook to keep up with their offspring. Not only are they friending (or attempting to friend) their sons and daughters, they're friending their sons' and daughters' friends.

The Good Old Days

Black and White TV
(Under age 40 you won’t understand.) You could hardly see for all the snow, spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, “Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.” Depending on the channel you tuned, you got Andy and Opie - or Ward and June. It felt so good. It felt so right. Life looked better in black and white. I Love Lucy, The Real McCoy’s, Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys, Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane. Father Knows Best, Patty Duke, Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too, Donna Reed on Thursday night! — Life looked better in black and white.
I wanna go back to black and white. Everything always turned out right. Simple people, simple lives… Good guys always won the fights. Now nothing is the way it seems, in living color on the TV screen. Too many murders, too many fights, I wanna go back to black and white.
In God they trusted, alone in bed, they slept, a promise made was a promise kept. They never cussed or broke their vows.
They’d never make the network now. But if I could, I’d rather be In a TV town in ‘53. It felt so good. It felt so right. Life looked better in black and white.
I’d trade all the channels on the satellite, if I could just turn back the clock tonight to when everybody knew wrong from right. Life was better in black and white!