Strange, odd, or otherwise WTF.
How I wish that Nintendo had a unified code system across all their games.
Regardless: My Smash friends code is **5026-4084-2418**.
Please leave me a comment or shoot me an email with yours if you’re adding me.
Standing Friends Code Post caveats apply: if I have no idea who you are and/or can’t identify you, I’m unlikely to add you; this post is primarily for friends of people I know.
Today, Flickr started offering statistics for Pro members; those of you with Pro Accounts can turn it on immediately.
I turned it on this afternoon, and now that all my stats are loaded, some of the many oddities of my Flickr photostream have been explained.
If I use the phrase “If it weren’t for my horse…”, I’d guess that a number of people I know could finish the sentence.
> When from behind me, a woman of 25 uttered the dumbest thing I’d ever heard in my life … She said, ‘If it weren’t for my horse, I wouldn’t have spent that year in college.’ I’ll repeat that. I’ll repeat that because that’s the kind of sentence that when you hear it, your brain comes to a screeching halt. And the left hand side of the brain looks at the right hand side and goes, ‘It’s dark in here, and we may die.’ She said, ‘If it weren’t for my horse…’ as in, giddy up, giddy up, let’s go – ‘I wouldn’t have spent that year in college,’ a degree-granting institution. Don’t! Don’t think about that sentence for more than three minutes, or blood’ll shoot out your nose.
If you hadn’t heard it previously, the above bit is from Lewis Black’s The White Album. It may be his most iconic bit, if only for the sheer lunacy and Comedy Central’s insistence of replaying his standup specials as much as possible.
Today, the New York Times ran a fairly routine article about an email flood that occurred on a Homeland Security private network today. It generated over 2.2 million emails, and…wait, what’s this?
> John Polhemus, the plant security director at the Lanxess Corporation in Pittsburgh, said: “This has gone from an amazing pain in the neck to fifth grade. But that was my favorite grade.”
If you’ll excuse me, blood is shooting out my nose.