OTOH, growing up in the South, I did know people who actually went to the store just to buy Slim Jims and the Enquirer, so not all of those sales are unintentional.
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The law of unintended consequences, that is. It seems that, as the Mega Lo Marts introduce auto-scanning checkout kiosks to feed customers through more "efficiently," people are buying fewer of those impulsive point-of-purchase items.
"What is the greatest possible area for a sofa S that can be moved around a right-angled corner in a hallway of unit width? It's assumed only that S is a connected region of the plane."
Via Grow A Brain.
I've never been a huge New York Dolls fan, but I like the energy of this single—and I love the cameo by the Flying Spaghetti Monster at the end of the clip.
"Leeds Memory Group researchers say they have gone some way to recreating the sensation [of deja vu] in the lab using hypnosis."
One of the weirdest musical phenomena that I know of is the symbiotic relationship between really bad music, mostly classic rock schlock, played at maximum volume, and professional sporting events. I mean have you ever been to an NFL game where you didn’t hear Ozzy Osbourne’s "Crazy Train"? And let's not even discuss the NBA where the prospect of being exposed to more Kelly Clarkson or the All American Rejects keeps me from even thinking of attending.
I'm bringing this up, not only because it's annoying as hell but also because of two recent events. First, is word that it looks as though…
Jon Carroll reports on his summer reading—Agincourt: Henry V and the Battle That Made England,—and proves yet again that he can turn out better stuff daily than most of us can hope for in a lifetime.
Money quote: "So the English army laid siege to Harfleur, and laying siege is a dirty business, and a lot more soldiers died of dysentery than died in battle. There was terrible sanitation back then, plus a notable failure to understand the germ theory of disease. Then the remains of the army decided to march to Calais, and, what with one thing and another, the French army didn't catch up…
I hate when that happens.
Studying with the TV on is obviously the reason I don't remember any organic chemistry.
The thing about Tuesday is that I've got my therapy session at 6pm. I spend the day processing submissions for our Buyer's Guide. I go through each Excel spreadsheet making sure things look the way they're supposed to. It's a tedious, generally unfulfilling, task. A task measured out in columns, rows, and cells. I have found no way to incorporate art or love. I transfer the tidied files from one folder on our server to another. Cut and paste. Control X, Control C. Kristina then collects the new file and transfers it to a Master spreadsheet. It is a strange kind of communication,…