Camper Van Beethoven "Take The Skinheads Bowling"

Todos los días me despierto y le rezo a Jah
Y Él reduce el número de relojes en exactamente uno.
Todos vienen a almorzar a casa estos días.
Anoche había skinheads en mi patio.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

Algunos dicen que los bowlings tienen líneas grandes.
Algunos dicen que todos los bowlings se ven iguales.
Acá no hay una línea que rime con nada.
Tuve un sueño anoche, pero me olvidé qué era.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

Tuve un sueño anoche acerca de vos, mi amigo.
Tuve un sueño, quería dormir junto a plástico
Tuve un sueño, quería lamer tus rodillas
Tuve un sueño, no era sobre nada.

Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.
Llevá a los skinheads al bowling,
llevalos al bowling.

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Everyday I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn

[Chorus:]
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Some people say that bowling alleys have big lanes (have big lanes x2)
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (all the same x2)
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with same (anything x2)
Had a dream last night but I forgot what it was about (what it was x2)

[Chorus:]

Had a dream last night about you my friend
Had a dream I wanted to sleep next to plastic
Had a dream I wanted to lick your knees
Had a dream it was about nothing

(Chorus 2x)

(Letra original sacada de acá)

Connie Watson - Trevor Moore

(sepan disculpar que el video está grabado con una licuadora)

Connie Watson

Connie Watson
es la mejor amiga de mi mamá.
Tiene 62 años
y le encanta Land's End.

Su pelo es corto
y siempre se ve húmedo.
Es recepcionesta
del veterinario del pueblo.

Y cada vez que estoy en casa se pasa todo el día contándome historias.
Dice que su vida es loca y que debería ponerla en una canción.

Connie, Connie,
Connie Watson
Acá va.
Esta es una canción para vos.
Por tus historias locas y tus anécdotas
¡Jura que todo esto es verdad!

Una vez Connie
Fue a TGI Friday's
Con un montón de señoras
¡de la iglesia!

Pensaron que el mozo era lindo
porque se parecía a Matt Lauter de joven.
Y cuando él se acercó
el cartelito con su nombre decía Matt.

Connie, Connie,
Connie Watson
Señora desaliñada, un misterio y eso.
Las cosas más locas solamente parecen pasarle a ella.
No podés inventar esto.

Un tipo en Kroger
pensó que Connie era su esposa
Pero ella se dio vuelta...
... Él estaba equivocado.

Pero no puedo hacerle justicia.
No debo estar contando bien la historia.
Porque cuando Connie lo hace
dura cuarenta y cinco minutos.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
¿Te gusta tu estúpida canción?
¿Es todo lo que pensaste que sería?
¡Canten conmigo!

Connie
Creo que tenés un desorden de aprendizaje no verbal
porque claramente tenés problemas interpretando las señales sociales de las personas

Connie
Si alguien no te respondió en veinte minutos
Y no miran su teléfono
Significa que no quieren hablarte

Connie
Creo que tenés un desorden de aprendizaje no verbal
porque claramente tenés problemas interpretando las señales sociales de las personas

Connie
Si alguien no te respondió en veinte minutos
Y no miran su teléfono
Significa que no quieren hablarte

¿Connie dónde estás esta noche?
¿Estás en Panera Bread?
¿Connie dónde estás esta noche?
¿Estás en Panera Bread?

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

Tiene una remera
de gatos desenrollando un rollo de papel higiénico
en el baño
y dice "Dejá que pasen los buenos tiempos".

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Connie Watson
Is my mom's best friend
She's sixty-two
And she loves Land's End.

Her hair is short
And always looks wet.
She works reception
For the local vet.

And everytime I'm home she tells me stories all day long.
She says her life is crazy and I should put her in a song.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
Here you go.
This is a song for you.
For your crazy tales and anecdotes.
She swears all this is true!

One time Connie
Went to TGI Friday's
With a bunch of ladies
From church!

They thought the waiter was cute
Because he looked like a young Matt Lauer
And when he came over
His name tag said Matt

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
Frumpy lady, a mystery and such
The craziest things just seem to happen to her
You can't make this stuff up

A guy at Kroger
Once thought that Connie was his wife
But when she turned around
He was wrong.

But I can't do it justice.
I must not be telling the story right.
Because when Connie does
It's forty-five minutes long.

Connie, Connie
Connie Watson
How do you like your stupid song?
Is it everything that you thought it would be?
Everybody sing along!

Connie
I think you might have a non-verbal learning disorder.
Because you clearly have trouble interpreting people's social cues.

Connie
If someone hasnt responded in 20 minutes.
Then they won't look up from their phone
That means they don't want to talk to you.

Connie
I think you might have a non-verbal learning disorder.
Because you clearly have trouble interpreting people's social cues.

Connie
If someone hasnt responded in 20 minutes.
Then they won't look up from their phone
That means they don't want to talk to you.

Connie where you at tonight?
Are you at Panera Bread?
Connie where you at tonight?
Are you at Panera Bread?

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

She's got a sweatshirt
Of cats unrolling a roll of toilet paper.
In the bathroom
And it says "Let the good times roll."

(Letra de Lyrictabs)

Magnets and Marbles !

Music : Kontinuum - First Rain [NCS Release] : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKI1P...Hey ! After 3 domino videos, Marbomino is back ;)In this project, I use those little magnets that can be used to make cubes and others geometric figures, I think the name is "Neocube".It's really impressive how ma

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQ9gs-5lRKc&feature=youtu.be

Enormous Penis - Singing Eye Dogs

Enormous Penis originally by the acappella quartet, Da Vinci's notebook. Performed here by NYU's only active barbershop quartet, the Singing Eye Dogs in Fall '07.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ithc4EzXkdk

Thanks, Lemon (Hank Green)

Good morning, John. I'm not going to say I'm a bad writer, I think I'm a pretty good writer, but I will say that I generally write my best stuff when I'm not doing what people consider, "writing." I'm not that interested in metaphor, or lyricism, or beautiful language, at least not for their own sakes. I don't tend to think about how words sound beyond rhythm, I mostly strive to say the most with the least number of words and to communicate complicated things as simply as possible. And usually that serves me very well, but sometimes there are just things that can't be said that way which often leaves me unable to communicate effectively the things that I feel are most important. My dog died. She got Cancer. Osteosarcoma, which is very common in Greyhounds. Nobody knows why. It almost always metastasizes immediately to the lungs and the only treatment is amputation which is painful and short-term. Many dog owners choose to simply manage the pain, which is what we did. And now, I'm very sad. I'm sad in a weird way where I will forget why I'm sad while still being sad, and I will think, "why am I so sad?" and then I will remember and feel guilty for having forgotten. I'm sad in a way where sometimes I won't even have thoughts. I will only have sadness, and my mind will interject and ask, "why am I crying?" and there will be no reason. Just the crying. I don't pretend to have known the mind of my dog. I will never understand how she thought of me or how she understood her own life. Really, all I can know of my dog is the effect that she had on me, and that I suppose — somewhat selfishly — is maybe the important thing? Lemon was a dog, and she was my dog, and she was special, and valuable, and amazing; but also not any of those things. In every way she was just another dog. She wasn't a treasure, but she was my treasure. We all get so caught up in living in such a big world with oversized people making their mark, and maybe we think that in order to be valuable we have to be like that. Even if the mark we make is made of dirt, ugly and easily wiped away, we should be making a mark as well. But, look, Lemon was a dog, just another dog, lots of people liked her. But she was just a dog. But dammit if I didn't think she was important, dammit if she hasn't left a hole in my heart. Nothing matters but to each other, and Lemon mattered to me. People always asked me when meeting Lemon if she was a rescue. I was always kind of uncomfortable saying yes, even though I guess it's technically true. But it's not as if I got her as an act of good will. We adopted Lemon because we wanted a dog, and because greyhounds are good dogs. They're relaxed and loving and adorable. How could we consider this an act of charity? Buying for a small fee a cuddle companion, and a reason to get out of bed on Sunday mornings, and somebody to blame your farts on. We didn't rescue Lemon, we just got a dog. But I didn't really get what was in it for me, because as much as her life got better after she was adopted, after living life not abused but more as livestock than a pet, my life must've gotten better than hers. Because in valuing Lemon, noble and ridiculous and just another dog, I learned that feeling valued and knowing that you matter is much more about how you think of others than how others think of you. And that's just one of the thousand things that that dumb dog taught me, and—and I guess is still teaching me. Thanks, Lemon. John, I'll see you on Tuesday.
(transcripción por httpchans)

¿Existe Papá Noel?

¿Hay un Santa Claus?

Ninguna especie conocida de reno es capaz de volar. Aún así, hay cientos de miles, incluso millones de especies de organismos vivientes por ser clasificadas. Mientras que la mayoría de estos son insectos y gérmenes, esto no descarta COMPLETAMENTE algún reno volador que solamente Santa haya visto.

Hay dos mil millones de niños (personas menores de 18 años de edad) en el mundo. Como Santa (aparentemente) no trata con los niños musulmanes, hindúes, judíos y budistas, esto reduce su trabajo a un 15% del total: 378 millones, de acuerdo con el PRB. Con una tasa promedio de 3,5 niños por casa, eso hace un total de 91,8 millones de hogares. Se presume que hay al menos un niño bueno por hogar.

Santa tiene una navidad de 31 horas para trabajar. Esto se debe a los diferentes husos horarios y la rotación de la Tierra, asumiendo que viaja de este a oeste (lo cual parece lógico). Esto se traduce en 822,6 visitas por segundo.

Esto nos dice que por cada casa cristiana con niños buenos, Santa tiene 0,001 segundos para estacionar, bajar del trineo, bajar por la chimenea, llenar las medias, distribuir los regalos restantes bajo el árbol, comer lo que le hayan dejado, subir por la chimenea, volver al trineo e ir a la casa siguiente.

Asumiendo que cada una de estas 91.8 millones de paradas están distribuidas equitaivamente alrededor de la Tierra (lo que, por supesto, sabemos que es falso, pero para el propósito de nuestros cálculos vamos a aceptar), estamos hablando de 1,26 kilómetros por casa, un viaje total de 121,51 millones de kilómetros, sin contar paradas para lo que todos tenemos que hacer al menos una vez cada 31 horas, mas comer, etc.

Entonces, el trineo de Santa se debe mover a 1050 kilómetros por segundo, o sea 3.000 veces la velocidad del sonido. Para comparar, el vehículo más rápido hecho por el hombre en la Tierra, la Sonda espacia Ulysses, se mueve a una pequeña velocidad de 44,1 kilómetros por segundo. Un reno convencional puede correr, como mucho, a 24 kilómetros por hora.

La carga del trineo agrega otro elemento interesante. Asumiendo que cada niño obtiene nada más que un set de Lego de tamaño mediano (un kilogramo), el trineo está llevando 321.300 toneladas, sin contar a Santa, quien es descrito invariablemente como una persona con sobrepeso. En tierra, un reno convencional no puede llevar más que 150 kg. Aún suponiendo que el "reno volador" (ver arriba) pueda tirar diez VECES la cantidad normal, no podemos hacer el trabajo con ocho o tal vez 9 renos. Necesitamos 214.200. Esto incrementa la carga, sin contar el peso del trineo, a 353.430 toneladas. ¡¡Esto es cuatro veces el peso del buque de línea Queen Elizabeth!!

353.00 toneladas viajando a 1050 kilómetros por segundo crea una resistencia al aire enorme. Esto calentará los renos de la misma forma que una nave espacial reentrando en la atmósfera terrestre. ¡¡¡El par de renos a la cabecera absorberá 14,3 TRILLONES de joules de energía!!! ¡¡¡Por segundo!!! ¡¡¡Cada uno!!! Resumiendo, se van a prender fuego casi instantáneamente, exponiendo al reno detrá de ellos, y creando ondas sónicas ensordizantes a su paso. Todo el equipo de renos se va a vaporizar 0.00426 segundos. Mientra tanto, Santa estará expuesto a fuerzas centrífugas 17.500,06 veces más grandes que la gravedad. Un santa de 120 kg (no tan pesado) sería empujado a la parte trasera del trineo por 1.957.257,88 kg. de fuerza.

Por consiguiente, si alguna vez Santa ALGUNA VEZ entregó regalos en noche buena... ahora está muerto.

¡Feliz navidad!

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Is there a Santa Claus?

No known species of reindeer can fly. However, there are hundreds of thousands, even millions of species of living organisms yet to be classified. While most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. Since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish & Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second.

This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001 seconds to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.

Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles; not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once ever 31 hours, plus feeding etc.

So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on the earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second. A conventional reindeer can run, TOPS, 15 miles/hour.

The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-size Lego set (2 lb.); the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 lbs. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see above) could pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9 reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth!!!

353,00 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy!!! Per second!!! Each!!! In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within .00426th of a second. Meanwhile, Santa will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity, A 250 lb Santa (seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of this sleigh by 4,315,015 lbs. of force.

Therefore, if Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve ... he's dead now.

Merry Christmas!

Fuentecitancia: I fucking love science

Agradecimientos eternos a Belén que tuvo la idea, algún día nos robaremos la navidad.

ZeFrank - Santa must have been drinking

Father henry got a mail-order bride,
and good little Jodie got a box with nothing inside.
Rabbi Eli got a bona fide note from the Pope,
One-eyed Justin got a brand new stereoscope.

And then there's you baby, you got me,
Sitting here underneath the christmas tree.
There ain't no doubt about it baby, you can see,
Santa must have been drinking.

Well, Grandpa got a brand new car but he don't know how to drive,
Grandma got some chinaware but she ain't alive.
And my neighbour's 3 year-old boy, he's got a ratchet set
and my cousin's got something really strange, but how i forget.
Martin got a swimming pool, but he don't know how to swim
and Raymond got some shotgun shells, but i don't wanna talk about him.

And then there's you baby, you got me,
Sitting here underneath the christmas tree.
There ain't no doubt about it baby, you can see,
Santa must have been drinking.

And then there's you baby, you got me,
Sitting here underneath the christmas tree.
There ain't no doubt about it baby, you can see,
Santa must have been drinking.