Eh, I stuck a screwdriver in an outlet when I was a kid and it didn't plant tissue box coffee cup phone.

I'll have to give it a watch. Of course i did go straight to Papaoutai to get my groove on w/ my morning cup of coffee. Great way to start the day

I genuinely can't overstate the effect that this single performance had on Ireland as a country.

I saw this on VHS the afternoon following broadcast, pre-internet, pre-twitter, the grape vine was aflame with this being a must-see event. Of course I considered myself far too cool to have seen it broadcast during the Eurovision, but curiosity got the better of me. I finally agreed to watch it as my father was raving about it and wanted to show it to me on tape.

Hear that roar of approval at the end? That's the sound of Ireland, as a nation, spurred on by it's World Cup success, it's newly booming economy, the success of The Commitments, and the global stardom of U2, finally letting go of the collective cultural shame it felt for it's diddle-eye bullshit past, reinventing itself and saying "You know what, we *are* fucking great, and our culture is something to be proud of".

I think nationalism and patriotism are bullshit. But here, now, 25 years later, it's genuinely just brought a tear to my eye for what probably will not be the last time.

Good dog, Cujo! Also, you know that mutt drops a log the size of a baguette at least twice a day and it practically takes a snow shovel to fling it into the neighbor's yard.

I use to have a tragically retarded Cocker Spaniel (and, to note, there is no other variety of that breed) and it was like the Goose that Laid the Golden Egg, only with dogshit. At least three times a day, this golden-furred, floppy ear'd mongrel would scarf down a can of Alpo, a cup of kibble and whatever food was left lying on the table -- the same table the cat always got smacked for climbing on, but the dog ... ohhh, no! It's CUTE when the dog does it! -- then make a beeline to the back lawn where it'd crap Mt. Everest. I'd have to trudge out the the back yard, shovel in hand, while the guy next door shot me the stink-eye because he was tired of fishing dog turds out of his swimming pool every day during the summer. This task is odious enough, but it's a thousand times worse when you're stoned and it's a million degrees out and you'd much rather be floating on your waterbed listening to Dark Side of the Moon in headphones while blissful AC-cooled air wafts over your twice-weekly washed body and not fighting your way through a black fog of Horseflies to reach a 1:1 scale model of Mt. Doom made entirely of a too-quickly digested overpriced slurry of meat scraps and offal that the canners couldn't fob off on Mexico.

It might not have been as bad as all that, but in my hazy recollection, it was pretty darned close.

I'm not sure why I told you all this, to be perfectly honest, but I did. So there.

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Futurama - Fry's 100 cups of coffee has been added as a related post - related requested by OverLord.

Who's a good girl? She's a good girl...

The way I once remember reading about it was: We can easily set a sensory threshold of "sensing" about 2 teaspoons of salt in a cup of water. Easy peasy.

A dog's nose is so sensitive, that it's as if she can tell that there are two teaspoons of salt in a POOL full of water.
Only...with scent.

Trying my best to associate this with 2 of something and one cup.

Just because it's not my cup of tea doesn't mean they do not have the right to express themselves within the law. I saw smiling faces, heard laughter and saw no tears. The reporter shed light on a segment of society that few have seen and for that I upvote.

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What's Going On?

This story, believe it or not, is the very familiar fable of Little Red Riding Hood. This curious version was written in 1940 by a professor of French named H. L. Chace, who wanted to show his students that intonation - that is, the melody of a language - is an integral part of its meaning. The words here are all common English words, but not the ones you'd expect to tell the story of Little Red Riding Hood.

I'd toss a quarter in his cup.

I'm dying for a cup.
*promote the klok

Nope.
People doing obvious misleading tricks in the name of science for profit get a coin taken out of their cup, not one added.

After a little digging I now understand the Coriolis Effect is real, it's just that the way they carried out the experiment is flawed. And considering it was filmed at a tourist spot and carried out by someone who was most likely hoping to earn a little extra in tips, cause who can't use a few extra bucks, we must throw rocks in condemnation.

Just thump a coin in the cup before you walk away.