I discovered last night that my new television, which is quite a nice little television, seems to have no buttons. At least, I could not find any buttons, not even with the help of a flashlight.
If you can’t find the remote, you can’t turn it off. This produces a quandary if your partner has fallen asleep atop the remote.
I have another smaller, slightly older model from the same manufacturer that does have buttons (on the bottom right of the frame). If the newer one has buttons, they are certainly well hidden. Buttons are not a fit subject for a treasure hunt.
I can conclude only that we as a society are becoming too remote.
Larksville police say the man told an officer he was using the golf cart to navigate the borough’s streets Monday night because he had been drinking and needed a way to get to a bar.
Sounds as if he had already been to enough bars.
I have never been able to distinguish among TGIF, Ruby Tuesday’s, and–what’s that other cookie cutter bar/restaurant chain I forget Hooligan’s?–Houlihans! They are all the same place with different pictures on the walls.
Via Raw Story.
An email exchange is not a conversation.
That is all.
Dave & Buster’s is just Chuck E. Cheese with a liquor license.
Why persons unquestioningly believe random stuff they see on the internet I’ll never figure out.
Bringing new meaning to the term, “school board”:
The bulletproof whiteboard is made by a company named Hardwire and is designed to operate as an everyday classroom dry erase board.
Ruminate on the absurdity.
A Franco-American journalist was stunned when she spotted a grave marker hologram with her face on it – inscribed with a fake name, date of birth and death – in the window of a funeral parlour. Here’s how it happened.
Short version: The manufacturer of the display just grabbed any old image of the inner webs without verifying that it was free to use. Long version: Follow the link.