Famous Last Words.

Hello, possums! With the month of September almost passé, I thought it was about time to thank my sponsors for making all this happening. This really good website has been made possible through grants from the following organizations: the Institute for Yahtzee Theory, the Society for the Preservation of Spanish Rice, the Bank for People on Horseback, The Ancient and Honorable Order of Pricks, the International House of Cream and Sugar, Local 12 of the Ballbusters Union, The Laser Enema Foundation, and the National Society of Total Peckerheads. Thanks, really. And thank you, George! (Carlin, that is.) Oh, and Michael "Puppy" Young, Annie Oakley, Fieldmarshall Haig, Sra. Mariposa, Basil Hallward and all you real people out there whose names dare not be cited for reasons I cannot further specify. Thank you very good!

Fun With Mr. P.

Hello everybody! This is your old friend Henry. Today I'm gonna show you how to have more fun with Mr. P. Just click here, and make Dubya tell the truth. Well, accidentally.

Was macht eigentlich Nina Hagen?

Sie will ein Fisch im Wasser sein
im flaschengrünen, tiefen See,
sie will mit Wasser sich besaufen
und paar Blasen blubbern lassen.
Was sie dann will,
das ist mit Neptun schweigen
und in Ruhe tun, was sie sonst nie tut,
was sie sonst nicht kann und so-l-l.

Perspectives.

Like this, like that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hong Kong Anywong?

OS X. Tiger. And Dragon.

What Clouds???

I Think old Mr. Moon is ever so shy, Bertie. He keeps hiding behind the clouds...
Yes. Yes, he does, doesn't he?

Hello Jobseekers!

Robin's Hood.

It's been a while since I picked up this beautiful picture of my neighborhood. Which I, luckily, didn't grow up in. They say, sometimes it is good to step back a bit to get a broader impression. Well, in this case obviously it isn't. If pictures could talk, this one would probably say "This is for local people, there's nothing for you here..." or something like that. Bugger off. Get lost. That aside, here's what you see in the picture, explained: dominating the whole is the big black roof of the MallWart building. It's bigger than a soccer field, and meaner, too. Just by looking at it one can imagine - this is not a local shop for local people, (we'll have no trouble here...???) - this is one big torture chamber. It starts as soon as you enter the whole thing, it smells meaner than an old ramshackle gym in full gear after class. This is probably the place where the lunchladies buy their supply that Spam Cook himself uses to slow-poison the students: Stromboli and fries, grilled cheese and broccoli soup. What are we feeding our youth? Just don't get me started on this one! What else do we have... soccer fields. Three of them. It didn't help St. Pauli to stay in the premier league. Not the second even. They hardly ever can be seen. Training hard? A myth. However, the whole quarter is crowded with special forces to prevent riots after their games. No, really. Next, the big empty space to the right: three times a year, for four weeks each, this space is used to bring on the Dom. That's Hamburg's answer to Munich's Oktoberfest. Or maybe it's the other way around? All Hamburg residents and people from the hinterland (the urban sprawl) are ordered to support their local pleasure grounds, stroll across the field and pretend they're happy spending ridiculous amounts of money on ridiculously silly rides. So you get to see fourteen year olds gathering at the Dodg‘em getting drunk or wasted on chemical highs, nodding their heads to the pumping sound of 50 Cent's worth. SPAM! Then we have the Haunted House. And people getting scared to the bone every year anew. This haunted house has to ignite some sort of amnesia, maybe it's a test field for war gas they're using once you've entered, or perhaps the agony of all the lost souls inside that causes severe oblivion. I mean, even I went in there once, and believe me - I have no memory whatsoever. Not at all. Next, to the upper right, somehow in disguise our beloved bunker from WW II. A huge building by itself, but compared to WartMal it's a dog kennel. Still, it would make for a good hurricane shelter. You know, climate change and all that. And I seem to have a pretty good chance to get there in time - if I do not oversleep, which is very likely all the same. So, this is my friendly neighbourhood. Pauli, as we call it, and I have been living here for the last eighteen years or so. Mostly because of a decent rent, spectacular sunrise, and friendly neighbours that pretend not to hear me when I turn up the bass. Which I'm about to commence anytime soon. But that's a completely different story...

Gute Nacht!

Secret Machines.

I just stumbled across an mp3 stream of "Nowhere Again" by The Secret Machines, a 'Texas cum New York' trio. Three young guys that have released a nice album called "This Is Nowhere". I don't know if the link works for everybody - if not, you might as well check out Sputnik 7 or better even, visit the band's website. The album streams in high quality, so you probably need a fast connection.

Drawing For Classical Animation.

A collection of drawing lessons - if you think computers suck and want to be prepared for the next cartoon revival, or simply brush up your drawing skills... have a look at the drawing lessons over at karmatoons.

Nano Nano?

How many of you have heard of nanotechnology? Generally speaking, nanotechnology is the act of purposefully manipulating matter at the atomic scale, otherwise known as the "nanoscale." Coined in 1974 by Norio Taniguchi at the University of Tokyo, nanotechnology is actually a multitude of rapidly emerging technologies, based upon the scaling down of existing technologies to the next level of precision and miniaturization. In the future, it will likely include the building of machines and mechanisms with nanoscale dimensions, referred to as Molecular Nanotechnology (MNT). It uses a basic unit of measure called a "nanometer" (abbreviated nm). Derived from the Greek word for midget, "nano" is a metric prefix and indicates a billionth part (10-⁹). In the case of one meter, you divide it by one thousand and get one millimeter. This you divide by one thousand and the result is one micrometer. And this, you once more divide by one thousand to get one nanometer. Science has already achieved a stage where "tools" are built at molecular size. While this could help creating a cure for say arteriosclerosis, where literally miniature submarines dive through your veins equipped with ultrasonic tools (yep, I'm totally sober) - clever businessmen immediately sensed the opportunity to make money, bigtime. While Chris Phoenix, Director of Research at CRN (Center for Responsible Nanotechnology) has a by all means critical approach regarding the drawbacks of nt ("But it also brings unprecedented risks - massive job displacement causing economic and social disruption, threats to civil liberties from ubiquitous surveillance, and the specter of devastating wars fought with far more powerful weapons of mass destruction."), his boss Mike Treder, Executive Director of CRN, thinks the future's so bright we gotta wear shades: "When nanotech-driven construction becomes able to build complete products, the resulting products will have vastly higher performance than today's versions. Combined with a sharp drop in cost and a substantial decrease in development time, this implies a flood of new and powerful weapons, as well as a flood of sensors, computers, and networks." Note the consecutive order, and read more on the whole subject here.

Lunch Break.

Greetings, Mrs. Lord Henry Wotton, and enjoy your lunch break!

Bitkraft.

The website of Canadian multimedia developer Philip Glofcheskie, called bitkraft. It has a very nice retro design and some retro background music - I believe it is Django Reinhard. Simply nice to look at, some things to explore... and, a nice collection of links. For example, The Kafka Project.

Evolution.

"It's always been survival of the fittest..." Some funny short animations for the Milk Board of Canada. Go here, click on "Ideas", then the last link.

Maths.

Click to enlarge. Here's more...

Music.

"Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without". Confucius, Chinese philosopher (c. 551-479 BC).
In case you are human, here's a site dealing with music theory and history. Links galore. Galore, say I. And have a nice day!

Steve Ballmer Remixed.

For those of you that liked Steve Ballmer's (Microsoft CEO) opener, here's a variation on the theme. Freakin' awesome, dude!

Techhead Quotes.

The beauty of mechanical problems is that they are often visible to the naked and untrained eye. If white smoke is rising from a disk drive, that is probably where the problem lies (unless your disk drive has just elected the new Pope). --- (John Bear)

I've noticed lately that the paranoid fear of computers becoming intelligent and taking over the world has almost entirely disappeared from the common culture. Near as I can tell, this coincides with the release of MS-DOS. --- (Larry DeLuca)

Develop for it? I’ll piss on it. [the NeXT Computer] --- (Bill Gates)

The Windows API has done more to retard skill development than anything since COBOL maintenance. --- (Larry O'Brien)

The purpose of the icons, the purpose of the entire OS X look and feel, is to keep the customer happy during that critical period between the time of sale and the time the check clears. --- (Bruce Tognazini)

In 1971 when I joined the staff of the MIT Artificial Intelligence lab, all of us who helped develop the operating system software, we called ourselves hackers. --- (Richard Stallman)

Linux is just a file system and a file manager. --- (Steve Ballmer)

UNIX is an operating system, OS/2 is half an operating system, Windows is a shell, and DOS is a boot partition virus. --- (Peter Coffin)

When you say: "I wrote a program that crashed Windows", people just stare at you blankly and say: "Hey, I got those with the system -- for free." --- (Linus Torvalds)

It's not the technology, folks, it's the people. When we trace [the errors] back, it's always human error. --- (Bob Herbold of Microsoft)

Saying that XP is the most stable MS OS is like saying that asparagus is the most articulate vegetable. --- (Dave Barry)

With infrastructure goods, there can be just one. MS-DOS won over the Macintosh OS, and that was that. MS-DOS transitioned to Windows, and the dominance continued. --- (Don Norman)

It's no coincidence that the most popular PC books go by names like "Windows for Dummies". Detroit doesn't sell books like "Oldsmobiles for Idiots" or "A Foul-Up's Guide to Fords". --- (Patrick L Anderson)

Of course, Linus didn't sit down in a vacuum and suddenly type in the Linux source code.... He had my book.... But the code was his. The proof of this is that he messed the design up. --- (Andrew Tanenbaum)

Ok, I admit it. I was just a front-man for the real fathers of Linux, the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus. --- (Linus Torvalds)

Unfortunately, perceptions of the Linux community are shaped by Web sites such as www.slashdot.org, where self-styled experts who have the collective IQ of an AOL CD post inflammatory propaganda. --- (Pankaj Chowdhry)

In 1984 mainstream users were choosing VMS over UNIX. Ten years later they are choosing Windows over UNIX. What part of that message aren't you getting? --- (Tom Payne)

The sad and sobering fact is, our current personal computers -- the Macintosh included -- are amazingly fragile nightmare kludges of delicate interactions that only barely work right most of the time. --- (Steve Gibson)

There's a simple way to find out if an operating system has been well designed. When you get an error message, go to the help system and look up the exact words in that message to see if there was enough of a concept of an architecture that they have a consistent vocabulary to talk about what's broken. --- (Bill Joy)

Smoke Kills.

Well, they might have meant "smoking", but apart from that, it's a fierce flash animation put together by antimult.

Pirate Talk.

A pirate walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. What happened, you look terrible!"
"What do you mean?" the pirate replies, "I'm fine."
The bartender says, "But what about that wooden leg? You didn't have that before."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in a battle at sea and a six pounder ball hit me leg but t' surgeon fixed me up, and I'm fine, really."
"Yeah," says the bartender, "But what about that hook? Last time I saw you, you had both hands."
"Well," says the pirate, "We were in another battle and we boarded t' eneme ship. I was in a cutlas fight and me hand was cut off but t' surgeon fixed me up with this hook, and I feel great, really."
"Oh," says the bartender, "What about that eye patch? Last time you were in here you had both eyes."
"Well," says the pirate, "One day when we were at sea, some birds were flyin' over t' ship. I looked up, and one o' them shat in me eye."
"So?" replied the bartender, "what happened? You couldn't have lost an eye just from some bird shit!"
"Well," says the pirate, "I really wasn't used to the hook yet."
Arrrrrr arrrrr arrrr.

Wobbly Collar, Kitchen Sink.

I always wanted to create a title like that. There, it's done. One life-task off the list... what would a pirate say?

Hubble Me This, Batman!

As for this sunday, I'll leave you with some deep thoughts that you'll have to come up on your own. Here's your starting point. Concerning the picture above (a gas cavity carved by the stellar wind and intense ultraviolet radiation from a young hot star), get specific information here. Addendum: The ESA offers access to their archives, a photoshop plugin to process Hubble's images and a nice gallery of user submitted processed pictures.

Stranger Than Paradise.

Eddie You know, it's funny. You come to some place new and, and, everything looks just the same.
Willie Here, let me tell you a joke, alright? There's three guys, and they're walking down the street. One guy says to the other one, "Hey, your shoe's untied." He says, "I know that." And they walk... No... There's two guys, they're walking down the street, and one of them says to the other one, "Your shoe's untied." And the other guy says, "I know that." And they walk a couple blocks further, and they see a third friend, and he comes up and says, "Your shoe's untied." "Your shoe's un--" Aaah, I can't remember this joke. But it's good.

When In Rome...

... speak like the Romans did. Here's a handy little phrase that might open some doors for you:
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
(I just love Rome! People are so friendly over here... unfortunately, my saxophone is broken.)

Hack Mack.

My Python code was too tight,
couldn't get it hacked last night.
A week went by, and now it's July,
I finally got it workin', due to Alan's site...

Shift Happens.

Ever wondered what a quantum computer is? How and why? Here's an introduction by Jacob West (April 2000).

Is it Just Me?

The following are actual winning entries in the "worst analogies ever written in a high school essay" contest. Which I cannot quite follow, as (well, out of context at least...) I quite like them. They're... different, no?

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7PM instead of 7:30.

He was as tall as a six-foot three-inch tree.

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be burried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36pm traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19pm at a speed of 35 mph.

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr. Pepper can.

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a drier without "Cling-Free."

Meanwhile...

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De Futura.

Does that sound familiar? Well, worry no more! D.O.R.K. Industries has the solution to all your future problems - the first commercially available Brain On Tape, along with a free Tape Finder! Imagine - completely error free brain at your disposal! 24/7, this all new power brain (completely wireless, comes with FedGov compliant AetherNat interface and 1-bit encryption for your spam free guaranteed safety - really!) is available to the public at the wink of your Debit Card. Take a walk on the bright side now! Never forget what you wouldn't remember, finally understand what The President™ means with all that and so much more! What's the story hunky-dory? Read on...
Back in the early days, in the beginning of the 21st century, conservatives advised against experiments on the human brain (probably in fear of being proven they had nothing in theirs), as new achievements in storage technologies and artificial intelligence had led to experiments on extracting the "contents" of the human brain onto storage devices. With a breakthrough in storing data on sellotape (-> holographic memory) in 1998, German computer scientists Steffen Noehte and Matthias Gerspach had discovered the cornerstone for these experiments, which were taken to new heights in 2013 by Prof. Dr. Harebraine. Harebraine assumed that no significant functionality and/or information was lost by merging the right and left parts of the brain, reducing the amount of data enormously by getting rid of redundancies and common sense (hardly ever needed, despite it's name far from standardized and barely legal since the introduction of the New World Order (N.W.O.) by President™ Gorge Double-Me Tush). Harebraine, holding a chair at the Institute for Barely Abideable Discoveries (I. B.A.D.) as well as the University of Gosh in Hangover (U.G.H.), proved mathematically (based on Einstein's Spatial Theory of Reluctivity) that efficiency and political correctness would improve over 100% with the Sell-O-Brain (as he had named it). In 2021, an international syndicate of companies (consisting of nearly two companies from all over the U.S. of A.) formed the American Mediocre Engineering Notorial Trust (A.M.E.N.T.) - a name reportedly generated by the first Sell-O-Brain prototype during a Proof-of-Concept presentation in Hack'n'Sack - in order to make this breakthrough device available to the public along with the slogan "Every home should have one". As of today, April 1st 2025, D.O.R.K. Industries proudly presents Sell-O-Brain 0-0, your gateway to a new life! Only today. this introductory offer includes a map of the city you live in (provided it's Hitsville) plus an extra set of near-leakproof atomic batteries at no extra charge for our first 101 customers. If that's not enough, only today Sell-O-Brain is delivered to your doorstep for the unbelievably low price of (mumble static mumble) and yes, you heard me right, that's next to nothing. Call 1-800-I-M-S-O-D-U-M-B and get your new brain today. That's 1-800-I-M-S-O-D-U-M-B for Sell-O-Brain 0-0. You'll wonder how you could ever do without it...

Fridge Poetry (Sequel).

The state of affairs. Well, part of it actually. Picture quality is lousy, I regret to admit. But hey - can't have your kayak and heat it, too. Was lots of fun heating it, though...

Oh Happy Day!

Not only was I given a nice Eric Idle song for free, and had my dear friend Matten here over the weekend - a company which I always tremendously enjoy - but to make the set of three complete I had some reeeally good news in the inbox today. I mean really! I'm off celebrating... step outside and smile at the world. And the world smiles back, I suppose :o) Thanks all three of you!

Monty Python. Again.

Eric Idle presents... The FCC Song.

"Here’s a little song I wrote the other day while I was out duck hunting with a judge… It’s a new song, it’s dedicated to the FCC and if they broadcast it, it will cost a quarter of a million dollars."

If you want to visit the Pythonline and can't come up with a clever Google search, don't know what the yellow words function as nor have the slightest idea what a url is... well, you're screwed. Sucker.

Led Zeppelin...

... find ich gut.

Fridge Poetry.

... everythong will bee all write 2morrow.

The King's Been Spotted!

When I grow up I wanna be famous. I mean really famous.

Like PeekAsso.

Back On The Blog.

Aaaaah. Good to be back... yadayada. I wasn't getting much sleep last night, got up mucho early and then decided to ride the bike instead of the train. Well, it wasn't that far, around 25 km (halfway, as I took the suburbian sub-sub-way-way to finish). But, to tell you the story, I came home a little exhausted (actually: crushed) as I didn't drink enough beforehand, had no breakfast, and was totally untrained for distances exceeding 5 kms, what my average shopping route might sum up to. So I bought me a 'ct and something to eat, then read, ate, wait a minute... okay, back, and felt somewhat tired (what usually happens after I eat combined with a little too little sleep). So I lay down on my bed, continued reading (for those of my innumerable fellow bloggers - 'ct is a computer magazine, and a good one at that) and fought the urge to close my eyes and just let things be. Well, I kept reading the same lines over and over, got up and surfed a little, did this and that, went back to my deposit, continued reading and finally gave up resistance - resulting in a nice little nap in the afternoon. I ended up having a chat with Jay-Z, searching for my classic rap mix-tapes to, you know, trying to impress a guy like him (and of course prove myself legit, digable, nome sayne, street wize) and finally ended up saving the community by getting the witches' brew right (it was some sort of stellar armageddon going on, everybody knew that was it, unless one could abate the universe by some ancient, long forgotten ritual which involved some sort of... well, er, soup or something boiling on an open fire) which abruptly (we'll have to discuss this, Mr. Spillburg!) faded into the closing scene of a yet to be released Star Wars episode (Seven???). Well, I awoke fairly disoriented, and here I am after a homemade croque monsieur and a sip of Pinot Grigio, and feel like I should have a little nap. Which is quite ridiculous, but, you know, times like these and all that. It probably has to do with the successful saving of a star-nation by simply adjusting the ingredients of the potion, which nobody but me could have gotten right and in time (the chef, that's what people call me), and it does feel nice to save the world and after that finding yourself the fair sex's object of desire... er, attention... at least - after the lights went on and we were all back at school. Now who doesn't want to revisit after a successful season? I just luuuuuve to sleep. G'night.

Dubya Flips Off Camera...

"... just a one finger victory salute!"

Windows RG Released!

Look at a preview here... (btw - RG stands for Really Good! and is fully functional. Well, sort of...)

Good Riddance!

Still using Internet pErplexer? Well, reconsider! Learn about your alternatives...

Brave New World.

In case you've never read it, or last time reading it was centuries ago and you can't remember what it was all about - here's Aldous Huxley's Brave New World online, along with some handy links.

No More Slang.

Ever wondered what afair, afaic, afk and tons of other abbreviations stand for? The Internet Slang Dictionary & Translator will help you out.

Let's Go To The Louvre.

Another virtual trip to Paris... this time, it's the Louvre.

Nothing Is What It Seems.

Well, not that I'm trying to make you paranoid... but optical illusions are more widespread than one might think. Colour perception, for example, is dependant on the surrounding colours. You might have heard of it before, but chances are you have not yet seen more stunning evidence...

Early Bird...

... catches the worm. Well, it might be a tad early to think about snow, but then - you don't really have to think over here, just look. Nice Calvin & Hobbes Snow Art Gallery. Well, cartoons, in the end. But still funny!

I'm Trapped.

Or so it seems. What shall the half-average Old-European citizen come up with right after Einstein-quotes? Everything I'm going to say will sound overly dull compared to those wonderfully worded insights of one of the greatest minds of all time... I mean, count the of's I was able to cram into one single sentence. And I am not even sure about the saxon genitive. Even modern potatoes aren't what they seem anymore - they reportedly start exploding when dropped, and before you know it turn into weapons of mass disruption. Lawdy mama, yo' kitchen ain't safe anymoe.

Einstein To Go.

The significant problems we face cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.

The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.

Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding.

Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.

Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

In order to form an immaculate member of a flock of sheep one must, above all, be a sheep.

Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I hate them!

He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.

My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.

The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of thinking... the solution to this problem lies in the heart of mankind. If only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker.

Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.

You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.

One had to cram all this stuff into one's mind for the examinations, whether one liked it or not. This coercion had such a deterring effect on me that, after I had passed the final examination, I found the consideration of any scientific problems distasteful to me for an entire year.

...one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought.

A human being is a part of a whole, called by us "universe", a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.

Mountain Air.

Amazing panoramic view (360° / 3D) of Paris, standing on the Eiffel tower. Allow to load, then click your mouse and move it. Or take a nap. (One night in Perreece, eez like a yeer een any uzzer playce - what popgroup did a song containing that line (with a strong French accent...) - anybody?).

Fractal Recursions

Here's a number of beautiful fractal galeries, in case you ever wondered what fractals are... if you already know, drop by anyway. There's also a galery with various animations, albeit of large filesizes.

The Flash Mind Reader

Well, something for you sceptics out there - mind reading is a matter of fact! Let your jaw drop over here... Unbelievable. Amazing. No bs!

At Last - Fun With Your President.

click for ---> The Dancing Bush

Ever Wondered Why...

I really dig George Carlin. He must have been born under a wondering star, I guess. Some Carlinisms?


Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them?

Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?

If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?

No one ever says, "It's only a game" when their team is winning.

If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea - does that mean that one enjoys it?

If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?

If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?

Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?

I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks, so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.

My wife's from the Midwest. Very nice people there. Very wholesome. They use words like 'Cripes.' For Cripe's sake. Who would that be, Jesus Cripes? The son of 'Gosh?' of the church of 'Holy Moly.' I'm not making fun of it. You think I wanna burn in 'Heck'?

Have more at George Carlin dot com.