Got milk? or, dairy screamer

This article is worth a read, even if you don’t care about basic physics, specific gravity or physical characterics:

“Stand by, Knightrider,” he said. “Supply wants you to move a load of milk back to home plate for dispersal. How many gallons can we load, max?”

With our fuel load, we could lift about 7,000 pounds, but I hadn’t a clue as to how many gallons of milk that would be. I looked over at Dave, my copilot. “Any idea what milk weighs?”

From Air and Space Magazine (www.airspacemag.com)

Lois, we hardly knew ye

Lois Maxwell has passed on. A true reminder of one of the facts of life I learned as a reporter – access doesn’t depend on the boss; it depends on whether you’re on the secretary’s good side.

The dangers of listening to a movie on TNT while on the net . . . . .

“It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again . . . . . PUT THE LOTION IN THE FRIGGIN BASKET!”

Has one ever thought of the irony that Ted Levine now plays a homicide detective on tv?

Update: The antisocialist has just the thing to complement your Silence of the Lambs motif (from YouTube . . . .)

 

For that lazy Sunday fun, compare Ted’s tuck with this . . .

Now here’s a quote you don’t often associate with self-induced death . . . .

From The National Enquirer:

“David Hans Schmidt, a celebrity story and photo broker who pled guilty in an extortion scandal involving Tom Cruise, has committed suicide, The NATIONAL ENQUIRER has learned.

The 47-year-old Schmidt was found in a shower stall at a North 21st street condominium in Phoenix, AZ.

“He hung himself, and the shower stall was so small, he had to squat to get the job done,” a source familiar with the situation said.”

Are they sure it wasn’t just a confused bystander watching a plumber?

Actually, I was thinking more in terms of the Reichskanzellerie bunker, but this will do . . .

Your home is a Daylight Magnate’s Manor Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you “have people for that.” There’s a Chocolatessen, which is rapidly becoming your favorite room of the house. Having one is also becoming a trend among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your animatronic replica of the cantina at Mos Eisley. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.And, you have a pet — a doberman pincer named “Warren”. Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream House!

Courtesy of Nag on the Lake, via Mastercowfish, via Raincoaster