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It might seem after the last two blog posts that I'm a little obsessed by swearing. Not true. Honestly, it's not.
But when I watched this video (prompted by this tweet from @damianjennings) about a new-fangled charging tool, Powermat, the clever use of bleeped foul language caught my, err, ear.
I think it's suitable tongue-incheek, especially in a supposed commercial, but you be the judge...
I blame Twitter. After being sent a link to an intriguing product in the depths of Amazon, I got sucked into a world of bizarro goods and their reviews.
Check out ten of the best with a taster of their reviews. And make sure you've got nothing planned for the next hour or so.
I agree with the previous reviewer about this being a great addition to any kid's room, but did you parents know that this lovely figurine ALSO readily converts into a nightlight?! 2 large Christmas bulbs fit *perfectly* inside the reaper's eye sockets (I recommend red), and the string is easily hidden behind the cloak so you're not left with any unsightly cords.
All I can say is, this is NOT an appropriate item for a hospice ... lesson learned--the hard way!
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Ran out of toothpaste, and remembered how you're supposed to be able to use baking soda to clean your teeth, so of course, I accidentally used this instead, and Wow! all I can say is, my teeth have never been cleaner! They sparkle, they tingle, and for some reason, they STAY clean now, no matter what. Highly recommended!
Truth be told, I ran out of buttocks ointment. I was really chafed and irritated after a long day of wearing my new dungarees. The high humidity did not help. In my predicament I was willing to try anything for relief. I swabbed a two finger amount of this Uranium Ore on the effected area, and was pleasantly surprised of its instant relief qualities. It glowed a little through my pants, but other than that, no noticeable problems.
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Not only does this thick Tuscan Whole Milk, 128 fl. oz, do a body good, but also makes the most convincing milk "moustache" in the business, with actual hair in it.
After a long hard week full of days he would burst through the door, his fatigue hidden behind a smile. There was an icy jug of Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz in his right hand. With his left hand he would grip my waist - I was always cooking dinner - and press the cold frostiness of the jug against my arm as he kissed my cheek. I would jump, mostly to gratify him after a time, and smile lovingly at him. He was a good man, a wonderful husband who always brought the milk on Friday, Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz.
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Although I chose not to go for any of the extras - a mirror ball in the vestry and a tiger skin-print font are too 'modern' for my conservative tastes - I was still surprised that this item came with a complete Hillbilly family inside.
Well, I for one, am dissapointed..my chapel arrived, but it was just a bunch of wooden planks...abut 178 of them to be exact...I asked the UPS guy to help me assemble it and he just stared at me. (I think he was a bit pissed off having to haul so many peices of wood up to my door step) Well, alas, now me and my fiance have to wait another 2 months until I can put this damn thing together. She is getting pretty impatient. If worse comes to worse I'll just forgo the roof and we'll have an outdoor wedding.
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One is immediately drawn to this vintage by the colour, which is an elegant, pale straw hue with an appealing peachy fruit on the nose. It has an incredibly effervescent bead -- the whole glass teams with bubbles -- culminating in a frothy layer at the head.
Today is Valentine's Day and I hoped that a little splash of this would drive my lady wild. But alas... I sleep alone again. Also I keep hearing all this howling outside my bedroom.
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This is one hot and steamy Deer ass. Dont be fooled by imitations. This is the authentic ass of a deer. If you have ever found yourself out hunting alone. You know that sometimes, when looking down the scope of your winchester rifle, the ass of a deer looks mighty fine.
On a hunch, I bought one of these for my weird old Uncle Crotty, who lives in my mom and pop's attic. He'd been having problems and was trying to bite through his chains, but Pop says that since he's received the Deer Rear, he's happy again. Crotty has even stopped leaving funny stains on the carpet and begun writing Muzak for the Otis Elevator Company. Who could ask for more?
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This is an awesome product. I have performed my first two bypasses using this kit (on myself of course), and I have lost over 200 pounds. There was some initial bleeding that occured, and I needed to be rushed to the emergency room due to "severe internal hemorrhaging" but the three week stay was well worth the cost I saved by doing my own bypass.
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This book lacks criteria for discerning between huge ships and merely really big ships. Some well-designed lists, charts or colorful pop-up sections would have been nice for readers who were unsure what size of ship they were avoiding.
This is a must-read for anyone who encounter huge ships daily and do not want to get run over by them. I found this book extremely helpful. To this day, I have never been run over by a single huge ship!!
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I had been trying to figure out how the strawberries got there after my frequent blackouts, and this book answered that question for me AND told me where to hide the bodies. Thanks Vanessa!
I had hoped this would have advise for handling situations where one finds strawberries on various parts of their anatomy. I've had strawberries on my buttocks for some time now and don't know what to do. Unfortunately this book focuses solely on the nipples. Hopefully the author will pen a followup.
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I was a little disappointed when I first bought this item, because the functionality is limited. My 5 year old son pointed out that the passenger's shoes cannot be removed. Then, we placed a deadly fingernail file underneath the passenger's scarf, and neither the detector doorway nor the security wand picked it up. My son said "that's the worst security ever!".
This toy would be a lot more realistic with about 350 people standing in line for an average of an hour. It still makes a nice set with the interrogation room.
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That's yer lot. Now put down the credit card and step away from the keyboard.
It's staring at me. A contest of wills. One that I can't possibly win.
Who blinks first. Or rather types. Something. Anything. The bigger the document, the blanker the page. A sea of white pixels taunting me with their emptiness and the urgency of the document whose deadline is approaching or more likely just past.
I need help, another 'screen break' isn't going to help. Some brutal concentration is required. Fortunately, Dr Wicked.com's Write or Die provides some much-needed and not-so subtle motivation.
I won't spoil the surprise, but trust me, it'll help.
Load the site. Turn up your speakers. Decide how strict you want to be. Start typing.
And whatever you do, don't stop.
Or do. The first time you'll smile. After a while the novelty wears off and Write or Die is quite the motivator. Well, until the biscuit tin/kitchen/kettle/TV/Wii starts calling next screen break.
[Pic courtesy of Chris Blakeley. Some rights reserved.]
Believe everything you read? Ever since reading Ben Goldacre's book, Bad Science, I'm much less trusting of stories using numbers to illustrate a point, especially when prefixed with "scientists say". But just how difficult is finding the real facts behind a story?
The challenge, aside from finding time, is to make sense of whatever facts and figures are being used to illustrate the point, especially if that proof is in an academic paper or a bank's financial results. Brain pain.
So, it was with some trepidation that I decided to try and verify that The Guardian had dropped a clanger in an article in this Saturday's business section. With the background of RBS' first profit since the tax-payer shelled out £20bn to keep the organisation afloat, the article asks how management can justify paying bonuses when the government is still owed. And owed big.
However, the graph (see below) used to illustrate the article didn't quite ring true. Of the two divisions showing a loss, US Retail & Commercial shows a loss of £51bn. Even in a world where we've graduated from bandying around 'billions' instead of 'millions', this seems like a hefty chunk of cash.
If this were correct not only would the red bar in the graph have to extend off the edge of the page, RBS would have posted a £44.7bn loss, which, I'm pretty sure, would be a bigger headline than anything about bonuses.
So, with @bengoldacre in the back of my mind, I decided to see if I could find the original material and double-check the figures. A rummage through the RBS corporate website reveals two documents, the interim results slides and the full version.
The data for the graph (not including the typo) is on page 29 of the 204 page report, not including appendices, if you're interested. It confirms the typo and a mere £51m loss. RBS shareholders can rest a little easier.
What this does confirm is a deep respect for the thankless job facing journalists wanting to do a thorough job. Put this into context against hastily written blog posts and the debate about how to pay for investigative journalism becomes ever more important.
To finish, a choice piece of language from the report on how one type of credit derivative is valued:
Gap risk products are leveraged trades, with the counterparty’s potential loss capped at the amount of the initial principal invested. Gap risk is the probability that the market will move discontinuously too quickly to exit a portfolio and return the principal to the counterparty without incurring losses, should an unwind event be triggered. This optionality is embedded within these portfolio structures and is very rarely traded outright in the market. Gap risk is not observable in the markets and, as such, these structures are deemed to be level 3 instruments.
Ever wondered how we got into this financial crisis in the first place? Dunno about you, but I'm not sure I like the idea of an unwind event, unless it involves a cute cat and a bundle of wool.
It's been one of those days, in fact one of those weeks. Knee-deep in unexpected documents that demand total concentration. Six pages of contract terms and conditions. Anyone? No, I thought not. Much to do before the fun stuff.
And whilst we're at it, add a spot of post-swine-flu cough (OK, OK, a chest cold) that's slowly moving your lungs from their rightful place to the open atmosphere, much to the disgust of your colleagues. I'm a joy to be around, no, honestly.
Sometimes, a rummage around YouTube will turn up some gems to lighten the mood. First-up, Seth Meyers' opening monologue from the Webby's that happened in NYC a couple of months back.
My favourite line is the title of the blog post, but don't let me spoil it...
"Ashton Kutcher can't be here tonight, I just wish there was a way I could find out what he was doing". Nice.
And on a different tack, sometimes some unbridled negativity is called for. A serious bouth of kvetching can do wonders for yer ying'n'yangs. Check out the missive below from Suzi Barrett.
I'm just wondering where we find a London version...