London Riots: BlackBerry Messenger Used More than Facebook or Twitter As the riots in London look set to continue for a third night — and to spread to other parts of the UK — details are starting to emerge on how the rioters have been organizing themselves. The medium of choice? BlackBerry Messenger. The riots began as a protest at the police shooting of Mark Duggan, a resident of the Tottenham area of north London, last Thursday. A Facebook group quickly sprung up to commemorate Duggan; police and media attention was drawn to a particular post on the Facebook page which appeared to fan the flames, as well as the occasional tweet from rioters describing their deeds and where they were headed next. Some posted pictures of looting and burning police cars. But it soon became clear that BBM was by far the most popular means for rioters to communicate. The Guardian got its hands on BBM messages directing rioters — blasts that are shocking in their specificity.
OnTheIssues.org - Candidates on the Issues Color Survey Results « xkcd Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity. —Herman Melville, Billy Budd Orange, red? I WILL EAT YOUR HEART WITH A FUCKING SPOON IF YOU AKS ANY MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT COLORS —Anonymous, Color Survey Thank you so much for all the help on the color survey. First, a few basic discoveries: If you ask people to name colors long enough, they go totally crazy. Overall, the results were really cool and a lot of fun to analyze. Sex By a strange coincidence, the same night I first made the color survey public, the webcomic Doghouse Diaries put up this comic (which I altered slightly to fit in this blog, click for original): Basically, women were slightly more liberal with the modifiers, but otherwise they generally agreed (and some of the differences may be sampling noise). Okay, pretty flowery, certainly. Map
How to use a semicolon Yankee Pot Roast Steroids - Juiced Baseball Player - 46019 Citation: Jake. "Juiced Baseball Player: An Experience with Steroids (ID 46019)". Erowid.org. Feb 15, 2010. erowid.org/exp/46019 When I entered college, my main goals were to find a college that I could go to and play baseball at the same time. Anyways, three years later, I was at a 4 year university and I decided I wanted to try steroids to see what all the hype was about. A day after my first injection, I felt immediate results. My goal was not to gain weight because I was already a big guy at the time. Now the drawbacks. With my teammates, on the road it got ugly a couple of times. People talk about your nuts shrinking when you are on steroids. After I got off the juice, my nuts went back to normal in about a week. I do not see how anyone could take juice and not smoke pot. Steroids made me superhuman. I would never do steroids again. Experience Reports are the writings and opinions of the individual authors who submit them.
Cake Wrecks Caffeine-induced sleep disorder Caffeine-induced sleep disorder is a psychiatric disorder that results from overconsumption of the stimulant caffeine. "When caffeine is consumed immediately before bedtime or continuously throughout the day, sleep onset may be delayed, total sleep time reduced, normal stages of sleep altered, and the quality of sleep decreased."[1] Caffeine reduces slow-wave sleep in the early part of the sleep cycle and can reduce rapid eye movement sleep later in the cycle.[2] Caffeine increases episodes of wakefulness, and high doses in the late evening can increase sleep onset latency.[2] In elderly people, there is an association between use of medication containing caffeine and difficulty in falling asleep.[2] References[edit] Further reading[edit] Broderick P, Benjamin AB (December 2004).
Fatherhood, toddlerhood, humor, parenting | Salon Life My son pooped on me this morning. The pooping occurred at approximately 6 a.m. after the 2-year-old leaped into bed and suggested that he’d be most grateful if I got up, escorted him downstairs and turned on his favorite program, a quasi-educational cartoon about a bilingual girl and her pet monkey. What he actually said was this: “Daddy, up! Dora show! Dora show now!” On most days, “Dora the Explorer” is good for a solid half-hour of pre-breakfast calm. Woefully misunderstanding the situation, I kissed him on the head and loosened his diaper. And then he pooped on my foot. This may or may not have been an accident. I have two things to say about this. All of which is well and good — there’s no point getting overly worked up or grossed out over something so ubiquitous to family life that we parents simply call it “number two.” The second thing I have to say is harder to reckon with. Because you never know. But heaven forbid you ever speak this basic truth among parents.