Archive for the ‘Food’ Category
Dude should’ve thrown a trollface for the win.
There’s something inherently disturbing about that ad.
In other words, “How the Hell did THIS happen?
Some wag really hates his local wine shop.
“Every cow who gives good service deserves a tip.”
– Bunk Strutts 2015
A 2005 study led by Margo Lillie, a zoologist at the University of British Columbia, concluded that tipping a cow would require an exertion of 2,910 newtons (654.2 lbf) of force, and is therefore impossible to accomplish by a single person. Her calculations found that it would take at least two people to apply enough force to push over a cow if the cow did not react and reorient its footing. If the cow did react, it would take at least four people to push it over. Lillie noted that cattle are well aware of their surroundings and are very difficult to surprise, due to excellent senses of both smell and hearing, but that according to laws of static physics, “two people might be able to tip a cow” if the cow were “tipped quickly—the cow’s centre of mass would have to be pushed over its hoof before the cow could react”. The Lillie Study has been replicated by other researchers, who confirmed that at least two to four people can, in fact, push over a cow.
Money quote: The Lillie Study has been replicated by other researchers, who confirmed that at least two to four people can, in fact, push over a cow.
I’m no rocket surgeon, but adolescence and alcohol are usually associated with stories of cow-tipping, and I imagine that Ms. Lillie and the other researchers who replicated the study had a blast that night.
Took me about 30 minutes. Looks nice and menacing, ya?
Trouble is, there’s this thing called “scale” that kinda ruined it all.
I’ve done better, but given that we only had about five groups of sugarboogers, the amount of time and effort was not squandered.
It also looks like our neighbors’ kikmi dog (that barks all night, until I nail it with a bucket of ice water and the yappy dog’s owner gets pissed at me). The dog’s owner looks just like her dog, too.
Okay, so the folks at the office scheduled a Halloween potluck and I told the Missus. Without hesitation, she said, “Do you want a Spooky Eye Cheese Ball?”
Well, there’s a big DUH.