Archive for September, 2008

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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008


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Monday, September 29th, 2008


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Phrase Malaise – ll

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

“The Proof Is In the Pudding”

No, it’s not. If the proof was literally in the pudding, all you would have is a soggy, piece of proof. The correct phrase is:

“The Proof of the Pudding is in the EATING. “

Well of course, Skippy! Doesn’t that make sense? Language MUST make sense if it’s to be an easy, agreed-upon, verbal or written exchange of thoughts between people.

If the incorrect use of the phrase makes more sense to you, don’t feel bad. You may be tapped to be the Vice Presidential candidate on the Republican ticket.


Sunday’s Mirror

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

a Million, a Billion, a Trillion

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

1,000,000 Million
1,000,000,000 Billion
1,000,000,000,000 Trillion

Just because they sound the same, doesn’t mean they’re even close. Think of it this way: imagine a stack of new $100 bills. A MILLION dollars would be a stack of hundreds just over 3 feet high. It could fit on your desk.

A BILLION dollars would be a stack about the height of the Empire State Building.

A TRILLION dollars in hundreds? That stack would be over 270-miles tall.
Skylab was the first US space station which was launched into a 270 miles altitude orbit on May 14, 1973 as part of the Apollo program.

The emergency bailout proposed by President Bush in the last few days is estimated to be about 700-billion dollars. Knowing that government estimates are inevitably low, many economists believe it will really turn out to be 1-trillion dollars (if we’re lucky).


10,000 HITS!

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

The Counter just turned over 10,000 hits since June without advertising or sponsers (and with few links). I am humbly flattered (well, flattered, anyway).

Thank you.


An Introvert In An Extraverted World

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

Do you know a loner – a hermit – a recluse – someone who loves to spend time alone? Someone who’s not looking for a life partner – a soul mate – a day-to-day, long- term relationship? Someone who doesn’t need to eat with other people or sleep next to a warm body to feel ‘whole’?

Do you feel sorry for this person? Think he’s lonely? Overwhelmingly shy or socially inept? Feel a little insulted because he’s missing the wonderfully enriching opportunity of hanging out with you? Do you wonder what he does by himself? How he fills huge blocks of time without partying with the gang watching ‘American Idol’, sporting events, musical concerts, or first run movies? You may call this person ‘strange’ (as does most of society) – but a more polite label is ‘Introvert’.

I’m an expert on introverts – I am one – and I was born this way. And I think I can speak for most introverts when I say that everyday activities you find ‘normal’ (like chatting on the phone for more than 2-minutes about drivel) drive us nuts!

People who research these things say true introverts account for only about 5-10% of the population and we really don’t need other people like most people need people. People are actually tiring to us – our strength comes from within. That certainly doesn’t mean we’re better than anyone else – just different. And we sure didn’t choose this path! Imagine a lifetime of continually swimming upstream against a river of extraverted society – always demanding that we ‘fit in’, go with the flow, be sociable, make small talk, chat up some weather, conform to what’s considered NORMAL in everyday life. To a true introvert, these extravert efforts are maddening .

This does not mean introverts can’t act like extraverts. Indeed, a large amount of our successful socialization depends on the learned skills of being “on” in public. I can make speeches to large audiences and deliver seminars; I’m told I do it well. But when I come home at the end of one of these jobs, even Tuesday and Wednesday, my cats, know to leave me alone. I need LOTS of time to turn off the world – to once again take refuge in me.

Please don’t take this wrong – but when it comes to introverts, don’t come to us – we’ll come to you (maybe).


A Bimbo With a High IQ

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

A Recycled Presentation 1st Posted January 16, 2008

You don’t have to be Jewish to dislike Ann Coulter but it doesn’t hurt (“Jews just need to be perfected.”). Neither does it hurt if you’re an Arab ( or “Camel Jockey” as she refers to you), Gay (“Faggots”) or Japanese (“Nips”). Even rabid right-wingers get a little twitchy when Ann starts spewing her venom.

America has come a long way in respecting minorities. White sheets have been replaced by a peroxided blond with ironed straight hair and cold, Nazi eyes. This educated ditz SHOULD be on TV – turning vowels or pointing out prizes on the ‘Price is Right’. The problem comes when she opens her mouth and spits out her poison. It all sounded better in the original German.

Here’s a great satiric song about Annie:

I Love Women!

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

There was a great demonstration/photo-op of over 350 women Sunday in a downtown park. The theme was ‘Sarah Palin Does Not Speak for Me’.

As one of the organizers wrote: “It was exactly the kind of gathering one expects of women — respectful, helpful, creative, collaborative — a peaceful time for song, word, and action. No arrests were made; no laws broken; no politicking for anyone’s candidate — just various ways of saying, “We think for ourselves and speak for ourselves.”

Guys: why don’t we just let them run the world? Undoubtedly, it would be a kinder, better place.


Chance of Winning the Grand Prize? Zero.

Saturday, September 20th, 2008

Remember my post “A Tax On Stupid People”? (Type: LOTTERY in my Search Box.) I delivered the unhappy news to win a simple $500 a week for life in the NYS Lottery, statistically, you would have to scratch a ticket every second of every day for 3 ENTIRE LIFETIMES to hit the magic ticket (buying about $8-million dollars of lottery tickets in the process). That was a little disappointing to those of you who had counted on the prize to pay October’s rent. But the good news was you only had to pay $1 for your moronic delusion. Some dopes pay $30!

Of course the chance of winning the Grand Prize is roughly equivalent to walking around your backyard with a bushel basket waiting for a plane to drop $1-million into it. But even THOSE chances – zillions to one – are better than if you have NO CHANCE of winning.

What’s that?

Yeh, sorry. Sometimes there’s NO chance of winning the Grand Prize. Why?

Because someone may have ALREADY won it. WHAT!?

Think of how it works. Some gerbil-like bureaucratic committee in Albany gets to choose a new Lottery game from the thousands that are sent in by New Yorkers who have too much time on their hands. So they run the numbers through the computers to make sure the odds are so stupidly high, even George Bush could see there’s little chance of his ticket actually winning. And then they set the run of the new game (say six months to a year) and print the estimated required number of tickets to distribute to retail vendors and start the massive ad campaigns.

BUT THEN some nitwit actually HITS the Grand Prize in the first month of a year-long campaign! (It’s happened any number of times.) Uh-oh. There’s only one Grand Prize and eleven months to go. Now what?

“Well New York pulls the game or announces there is no more Grand Prize to win, right?”

Sure, kid. And the cow really jumped over the moon.