Blink tags, spacer GIFs, and DHTML… if those terms make sense then chances are you were web designing in the 1990s, and possibly, therefore, deserved the rock-star status the job title way of life conferred upon you.
You were a web developer in the 1990s. With that status, you knew you were hot shit. And you brought with you a score of the most fearsome technological innovations, the likes of which we haven’t come close to replicating ever since.
How much fun would smartphone photo sharing app Instagram have been, had it have come along during the 1980s? With the monochrome monitors of the period though, I’d say it wouldn’t really have held up a candle to Polaroid cameras.
You are standing on top of a mountain. The mountain admires you for climbing it. You do not care what the mountain thinks of you, and you light a cigar. The cigar admires you for smoking it. You sneer casually at the sun. Somewhere there is a white door.
I always though Disney cartoon character Donald Duck’s actual family was restricted to just a grandmother, an uncle, and three nephews. Obviously he would have had parents, and at least one sibling, but I always assumed they were no longer with us, as I could never recall any mention of them, or anyone else, for that matter.
If this family tree , as put together by Gilles R. Maurice, is anything to go by though, he has quite an extensive family. Here’s a larger version in PDF format.
A group of wealthy investors wanted to be able to predict the outcome of a horse race. So they hired a group of biologists, a group of statisticians, and a group of physicists. Each group was given a year to research the issue. After one year, the groups all reported to the investors. The biologists said that they could genetically engineer an unbeatable racehorse, but it would take 200 years and $100bn. The statisticians reported next. They said that they could predict the outcome of any race, at a cost of $100m per race, and they would only be right 10% of the time. Finally, the physicists reported that they could also predict the outcome of any race, and that their process was cheap and simple. The investors listened eagerly to this proposal. The head physicist reported, “We have made several simplifying assumptions: first, let each horse be a perfect rolling sphere…”
It’s not actually a video game of an Ashes cricket match, but the player kind of seems to think it is. For one, I don’t believe batters are awarded free hits if they are served a no ball in test matches, as they are in Twenty20 games.
Still some of the quirks of the game, that may confound those unfamiliar to it, seem mildly bizarre in this context. Language here is most definitely NSFW, by the way.