A rather cool-looking solar eclipse. Wish I could be there.
Just after 2:29 p.m. ET Tuesday, the American population reached 314,159,265, or pi (3.14159265) times 100 million, according to the Census Bureau’s population clock. “This is a once in many generations event … so go out and celebrate this American pi,” demographer Howard Hogan said in a statement from the Census Bureau.
Yes, it’s an automobile on the roof of a house in Southern California. Seems the driver hit a tree and got airborne. Maybe it really was ET?
Watch out for those late-night splurges!
First there was drinking and driving. Then came drinking and dialing. And now drinking and buying? More consumers may be going online and shopping after having an alcoholic drink or three. Some online retailers see a consumer pattern of buying later in the evening and are adjusting their marketing accordingly.
At 7:45am EST, this Saturday morning’s upcoming lunar eclipse may be a little late for me. So California friends, please watch and report!!
“For people in the western United States, the eclipse is deepest just before local dawn,” NASA scientists said in a statement. “Face west to see the red moon sinking into the horizonas the sun rises behind your back. It’s a rare way to begin your day.”
Wesley Warren Jr. of Las Vegas suffers from a condition called scrotal lymphedema, which has left him with gigantic testicles he’s forced to carry around with a pillow and stool on which to rest his ballsack. Seriously.
Much like Victorian England’s Joseph Merrick, whose life with severe deformities became the subject of both the play and movie, “The Elephant Man,” Wesley Warren has concluded that to escape his present life he must allow himself to be exhibited. In hopes of getting the money for a possible corrective procedure that physicians have told him can cost about $1 million, Warren swallowed his pride by outing himself recently on shock jock Howard Stern’s national satellite radio and cable TV freak segment.
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Very cute. Shamelessly borrowed from Mashable by yours truly.
Thirty years is a long time. I remember the night of John Lennon’s murder very well, as I was living just blocks away from his NYC apartment at The Dakota at the time. A sad and oh so poignant moment.