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Tuesday, September 30, 2014


Read out loud the text inside the triangle below.

If you pass the eye-test then you do not need yet a pair of eye-glasses for reading. If you fail, you need imagination although not necessarily a pair of eye-glasses.

If you pass the eye-tests above then you do not need yet a pair of eye-glasses for reading.

If you fail, you need imagination although not necessarily a pair of eye-glasses.

More than likely you said, "A bird in the bush," and........ if this IS what YOU said, then you failed to see that the word THE is repeated twice!

Sorry, look again.

Next, let's play with some words.
What do you see?

What do you see?

In black you can read the word GOOD, in white the word EVIL (inside each black letter is a white letter). It's all very physiological too, because it visualize the concept that good can't exist without evil (or the absence of good is evil ).

Now, what do you see?

Now, what do you see?

You may not see it at first, but the white spaces read the word optical, the blue landscape reads the word illusion. Look again! Can you see why this painting is called an optical illusion?

What do you see here?

What do you see here?

This one is quite tricky!
The word TEACH reflects as LEARN.

Last one.

What do you see?

What do you see?

You probably read the word ME in brown, but...... when you look through ME you will see YOU!

A Week In Hell

One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with the devil..

Satan: Why so glum?
Guy: Well, DUUUHHH. What do you think? I'm in hell!
Satan: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here. You a drinking man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Satan: Well, you're going to love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, Tequila, Guinness, Wine Coolers, Diet Tab and Fresca...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more! And we don't worry about getting a hangover, because you're dead anyway.
Guy: Gee, that sounds great!
Satan: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!
Satan: All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie, you're already dead, remember?
Guy: Wow...that's awesome!
Satan: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Satan: Cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want, Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever. If you go bankrupt... you're dead anyhow.
Satan: What about drugs?!?
Guy: Are you kidding? Love Drugs! You don't mean...
Satan: Too right! Thursday is Drug Day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of Crack, or Smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can have all the drugs you want. You're dead, who cares!
Guy: WOW! I never realised Hell was such a cool place!
Satan: You gay?
Guy: No...
Satan: Oooooh (grimaces). You're gonna hate Fridays...

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Jokes and Such

Did you hear about the man who fell into the machine at the upholstery shop? He's completely recovered now.


A guy walks into a bank, points a gun at the teller and says, "Give me all your money, or you're geography!" "Don't you mean history?" the teller asks. "Hey, lady," the thief replies, "don't change the subject."


Signs that you don't have enough to do at work:

- You've already read the entire Dilbert page-a-day calendar for 2004.

- People come to your office only to borrow pencils from your ceiling.

- You discover that staring at your cubicle wall long enough produces images of Elvis.

- The Fourth Division of Paper Clips has overrun the Push-Pin Infantry, and General Whiteout has called in for reinforcements.


During the service, a minister made a promise: "Whomever gives the biggest offering shall get to choose three of their favourite hymns." The spinster who won stood and pointed. "I want him, him and him."


Three dogs, a Great Dane. a Scottie, and a Chihuahua--were sitting in a bar, knocking back a few, when a beautiful French Poodle walked in.

"OK, boys" she said seductively. "I'll make a very happy dog out of the one who can come up with the best proposition using the words cheese and liver."

The Great Dane thought a moment, then declared, "I don't like cheese, but I sure like liver, and I like you too!" He panted and wagged his tail, but the lady looked away.

The Scottie immediately followed with, "I like cheese, and I like liver, and I like you!" He wagged his tail expectantly, but she ignored him.

Then the Chihuahua growled, "Liver alone! Cheese with me!" They left together.


Did you hear? NASA is planning to send a group of Holsteins into orbit. Apparently they're calling the mission: "The herd that shot around the world!"


Question: How many ears did Davy Crockett have?

Answer: Three--his left ear, his right ear and his wild front ear.


The Dessert Test

No cheating.

If all of the desserts listed below were sitting in front of you, which would you choose?

Pick your dessert, and then look to see what psychiatrists think about you!

Sorry you can only pick one.

You can't change your mind once you scroll down, so think carefully what your choice will be!

Angel Food Cake
Lemon Meringue Pie
Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing
Strawberry Short Cake
Chocolate Icing on Chocolate Cake
Ice Cream
Carrot Cake

OK - Now that you've made your choice, this is what psychiatric research says about you:

ANGEL FOOD CAKE... Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at the end of the day... Others perceive you as being childlike and immature at times.

BROWNIES... You are adventurous, love new ideas, and are a champion of underdogs and a slayer of dragons. W! hen tempers flare up, you whip out your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and direction. You tend to be very loyal.

LEMON MERINGUE... Smooth, sexy, and articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many good friends.

VANILLA CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING... Fun loving, sassy, humorous. Not very grounded in life; very indecisive and lack motivation Everyone enjoys being around you. You are a practical joker. Others should be cautious in making you mad. However, you are a friend for life.

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE... Romantic, warm, loving. You care about other people and can be counted on in a pinch! You have many friends who love to be around you. You also tend to melt.

You can be overly emotional at times. Your sense of loyalty and devotion are paramount.

CHOCOLATE ON CHOCOLATE... Sexy; always ready to give and receive. Very adventurous, am bitious, and passionate. You can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh.

ICE CREAM... You like sports, whether it is baseball, football, basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but you enjoy watching sports. You don't like to give up the remote control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.

CARROT CAKE... You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh. You are fun to be with. People like to hang out with you. You are a very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many loyal friends.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Do you know what happens....


When you immerse the 
human body
in Water??
The Telephone Rings


If you look at this picture very carefully, you can notice that Black ones are shadows, white ones are the real camels...

Click above for the bigger size picture.

The snap has been taken from overhead......... Simply amazing

Why Men can Pee Standing Up

Amazing Facts That Will Blow Your Mind

Google's founders were willing to sell to Excite for under $1 million in 1999—but Excite turned them down.

Wilford Brimley was Howard Hughes's bodyguard.

Prairie dogs say hello with kisses.

Only one McDonald’s in the world has turquoise arches. Sedona, AZ thought yellow clashed with the natural red rock.

Officials in Portland, Ore., drained 8 million gallons of water from a reservoir in 2011 because a buzzed 21-year-old peed in it.

In Qaddafi's compound, Libyan rebels found a photo album filled with pictures of Condoleezza Rice.

Fredric Baur invented the Pringles can. When he passed away in 2008, his ashes were buried in one.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Winter - some of the beautiful things seen

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Best of the Provinces

1. Vancouver: 1.5 million people and two bridges.
2. Your $400,000 Vancouver home is just 5 hours from downtown.
3. You can throw a rock and hit three Starbucks locations.
4. There's always some sort of deforestation protest going on.

1. Big Rock between you and B.C.
2. Ottawa who?
3. Tax is 7 per cent instead of approximately 200 per cent for the rest of the country.
4. Oilers vs. Flames.
5. Eskies vs. Stamps.
6. You can exploit almost any natural resource you can think of.
7. You live in the only province that could actually afford to be its own country.
8. The Americans below you are all in anti-government militia groups.

1. The Roughriders
2. You never run out of wheat.
3. Cruise control takes on a whole new meaning.
4. The Roughriders
5. Your province is really easy to draw.
6. You never have to worry about car roll-back if you have a standard transmission.
7. It takes you two weeks to walk to your neighbor's house.
8. The Roughriders
9. You can watch the dog run away from home for hours.
10. People will assume you live on a farm.
11. The Roughriders
12. Buying a huge John Deere mower makes sense.

1. You wake up one morning to find you suddenly have beachfront property.
2. The only province to ever violently rebel against the federal government.
3. Hundreds of huge, horribly frigid lakes.
4. Nothing compares to a wicked Winnipeg winter.
5. You don't need a car, just take the canoe to work.
6. You can be an Easterner or a Westerner depending on your mood.
7. Because of your license plate, you are still friendly even when you cut someone off.
8. Pass the time watching trucks and barns float by.

1. You live in the centre of the universe.
2. Your $400,000 Toronto home is actually a dump.
3. You and you alone decide who will win the federal election.
4. There's no such thing as an Ontario Separatist. Separate from what? You are the centre of the universe.
5. The only province with hard-core American-style crime.
6. Much Music's Speaker's Corner - rant and rave on national TV for a dollar.
7. The only province with enough idiots to elect an idiot for a premier.

1. Racism is socially acceptable.
2. The only province to ever kidnap federal politicians.
3. You can take bets with your friends on which English neighbour will move out next.
4. Other provinces basically bribe you to stay in Canada.
5. You can blame all your problems on the "Anglo *#!%".

1. One way or another, the government gets 98 per cent of your income.
2. You're poor, but not as poor as the Newfies.
3. When listing the provinces, everyone forgets to mention yours.
4. The economy is based on fish, cows, and ferrying Ontario motorists to Boston.
5. No one ever blames anything on New Brunswick.
6. Everybody has a Grandfather who runs a lighthouse.
7. Just as charming as Maine, but with more unemployed fishermen.
8. You probably live in a small seaside cottage with no television.

1. Everyone can play the fiddle. The ones who can't, think they can.
2. You are the "only" reason Anne Murray makes money.
3. You can pretend you have Scottish heritage as an excuse to get drunk and wear a kilt.
4. The economy is based on lobster and fiddle music.
5. Even though it smells like dead sea animals, Halifax is considered Canada's most beautiful city.

1. Even though more people live on Vancouver Island, you still got the big, new bridge
2. You can walk across the province in half an hour.
3. You were probably once an extra on "Road to Avonlea".
4. This is where all those tiny red potatoes come from.
5. The economy is based on fish, potatoes, and CBC TV shows.
6. Tourists arrive, see the "Anne of Green Gables" house, then promptly leave.
7. You can drive across the province in two minutes.
8. It doesn't matter to you if Quebec separates.
9. You don't share a border with the Americans, or with anyone for that matter.
10. You can confuse ships by turning your porch lights on and off at night.

1. If Quebec separates, you will float off to sea.
2. In the rare case when someone moves to the Rock, you can make them kiss dead cod.
3. The economy is based on fish, seafood, and fish-related products.
4. If you do something stupid, you have a built-in excuse.
5. You and only you understand the meaning of Great Big Sea's lyrics.
6. The workday is about two hours long.
7. You are credited with many great inventions, like the solar-powered flashlight and the screen door for submarines.
8. It is socially acceptable to wear your hip waders on your wedding.

OOPS! Damn Auto-Correct!

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particular icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier.

Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minnesota and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.

However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the e-mail.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends.

After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife

Subject: I've Arrived

Date: April 14, 2006

I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.

P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!

The Sandpiper

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello," she said.

I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building," she said.

"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring "Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.

A sandpiper glided by.

"That's a joy," the child said.

"It's a what?"

"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."

The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.

"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."

"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."

"Hi, Wendy."

She giggled. "You're funny," she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.

"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.

The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.

"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

"I don't know. You say."

"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.

The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."

"Then let's just walk."

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.

"Why?" she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"

"Did it hurt?" she inquired.

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.

"When she died?"

"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."

"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."

"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.

"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.

"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.

But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:


Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.

This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.

This comes from someone's heart, and is read with many and now I share it with you...

May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!

Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?

I wish for you, a sandpiper.

Urban Legend Origins: The story about a dying girl who leaves a drawing of a sandpiper for the grouch she's befriended has been circulating on the Internet since 1997. Three different beach-walking grumps have been named as the one relating the account: Ruth Patterson, Ruth Peterson, and Robert Peterson.

In 2003 this sad tale, which had previously ended with "A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand — who taught me the gift of love," appeared with this coda tacked onto it:

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis. This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment...even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses. This comes from someone's heart, and is shared with many and now I share it with you.

There is no Robert Peterson. The actual author of the piece is Mary Sherman Hilbert. The full-length version of Hilbert's story appeared in 1978 in a periodical produced by a religious order in Canada and was subsequently picked up by Reader's Digest and offered in condensed form to its readership in 1980. In that shortened version, which went on to become the widely-forwarded piece now part of online culture, the beach walker is identified as Ruth Peterson and the child as Windy.

The Reader's Digest version is prefaced by the following author's statement, one anyone seriously weighing the question of "Is it true?" should pay close attention to:
Several years ago, a neighbor related to me an experience that had happened to her one winter on a beach in Washington State. The incident stuck in my mind and I took notes on what she said. Later, at a writer's conference, the conversation came back to me, and I felt I had to set it down. Here is her story, as haunting to me now as when I first heard it.

It needs to be noted that although the sandpiper tale is written in the first person, its author was not the one who had the encounter with the child; she is merely repeating a story she heard years earlier.

The sandpiper tale attempts to impart two lessons. First, it instructs us not to let our own grief and suffering blind us to the travails of others. It does so through showing us what happened to someone who let his own funk impel him to act in an impatient manner with someone whose dire reality was unknown to him, leaving us to see how he was forever afterwards haunted by memories of his unthinking unkindness. Second, it uses the power of narrative to advise that even in the face of unfolding personal horror we should strive for all the "happy days" we can, as Wendy did.

But it is still a great story!

Saturday, September 27, 2014


Bounce 1. All this time you've just been putting Bounce in the dryer! It will chase ants away when you lay! a sheet near them. It also repels mice.

2. Spread sheets around foundation areas, or in trailers, or cars that are sitting and it keeps mice from entering your vehicle.

3. It takes the odor out of books and photo albums that don't get opened too often.

4. It repels mosquitoes. Tie a sheet of Bounce through a belt loop when outdoors during mosquito season.

5. Eliminate static electricity from your television (or computer) screen.

6. Since Bounce is designed to help eliminate static cling, wipe your television screen with a used sheet of Bounce to keep dust from resettling.

7. Dissolve soap scum from shower doors. Clean with a sheet of Bounce.

8. To freshen the air in your home - Place an individual sheet of Bounce in a drawer or hang in the closet.

9. Put Bounce sheet in vacuum cleaner.

10. Prevent thread from tangling. Run a threaded needle through a sheet of Bounce before beginning to sew.

11. Prevent musty suitcases. Place an individual sheet of Bounce inside empty luggage before storing.

12. To freshen the air in your car - Place a sheet of Bounce under the front seat.

13. Clean baked-on foods from a cooking pan. Put a sheet in a pan, fill with water, let sit overnight, and sponge clean. The anti-static agent apparently weakens the bond between the food and the pan.

14. Eliminate odors in wastebaskets. Place a sheet of Bounce at the bottom of the wastebasket.

15. Collect cat hair. Rubbing the area with a sheet of Bounce will magnetically attract all the loose hairs.

16. Eliminate static electricity from Venetian blinds. Wipe the blinds with a sheet of Bounce to prevent dust from resettling.

17. Wipe up sawdust from drilling or sand papering. A used sheet of Bounce will collect sawdust like a tack cloth.

18. Eliminate odors in dirty laundry. Place an individual sheet of Bounce at the bottom of a laundry bag or hamper.

19. Deodorize shoes or sneakers. Place a sheet of Bounce in your shoes or sneakers overnight.

20. Golfers put a Bounce sheet in their back pocket to keep the bees away.

21. Put a Bounce sheet in your sleeping bag and tent before re-folding and storing them. It will keep them smelling fresh.

Harmless humor or tactless joke? Gay community reacts to councillor’s tweet

CALGARY – Councillor Brian Pincott was in Winnipeg for the opening of the Human Rights Museum when he snapped a photo of a candy shop.

He captioned the photo, “I think I may have found Winnipeg['s] famous Gay bar district.”

Pincott, now serving his third term on council, has been openly supportive of the gay community.

That’s why, for many, the joke came across as harmless.

“I laughed and thought, oh that’s funny Brian. I thought it was humorous,” says Jonathan Brower with Third Street Theatre, a queer production company in Calgary.

“I feel like he has an in, he knows the type of humour that goes on. Immediately as a gay man reading that tweet…There are way bigger fish to fry and I don’t think this is a fish to fry. This is an ally to help with diversity. I think it’s blown out of proportion.”

Others disagree, calling it a tactless joke that’s in bad taste.

“If you wanna joke about this in your living room that’s your right, but your twitter is your public life now if you’re a politician,” says James Demers, an activist in Calgary’s gay community.

“When you’re talking about marginalized communities from a position of power and authority it’s not a joke. These are his constituents. I understand sarcasm and humor… but this betrays an overall attitude of dismissal towards a community that is still fighting in huge ways to be recognized.”

Brian Pincott was in Haiti and not available for an interview Wednesday. He responded through twitter saying he has no regrets. He also forwarded more tweets of support.

Despite those endorsing comments, others suggest there’s a lack of context in limited characters.

“Is it homophobic? Is it a joke? Is it bad humour? Sarcasm? We’re not sure,” says Dr. Kristopher Wells with the Institute of Sexual Minority Studies and Services.
“If people don’t know background of the councillor or his views on LGBTQ, a vacuum is created – one the public will fill. That’s the problem with tweets with no context. They can perpetuate a harmful stereotype.”

Pincott has not removed the tweet.

In or out?

by Michael Radkowsky
Is there a way to be closeted at work and still live the rest of my life as a happy, proud, well-adjusted gay man?
Is there a way to be closeted at work and still live the rest of my life as a happy, proud, well-adjusted gay man?

Dear Michael,

I feel like I’m living a lie because I’m not out at work. I’m afraid that if I come out, it will negatively impact my career.

I work for a company with a conservative corporate culture that is also somewhat “frat house.” I don’t have any openly gay colleagues and I don’t even know if there are any other people who are closeted. I sometimes hear colleagues make disparaging remarks about gay people disguised as humor.

Why do I stay? I actually love my work and jobs in my specialization aren’t easy to find. They also tend to be with companies with corporate cultures similar to my current workplace.

If people suspected, I’m worried that I’d be ostracized or miss out on a promotion, so I play the game of saying I’m straight and even sometimes talk about women I’m supposedly dating. I don’t feel good about this.

I’m embarrassed to talk to my friends about how difficult this is because I’m sure they’ll judge me, so I actually feel distant from everyone I’m close to.

Also, I feel like I have to monitor myself all the time, worrying about who might see me when I’m out with my gay friends and always watching what I say at work.

I almost don’t like who I am, but I don’t think I have a choice if I want to be successful in the career I love.

Is there a way to be closeted at work and still live the rest of my life as a happy, proud, well-adjusted gay man?

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Friday, September 26, 2014

Wisdom for this weekend

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Pink Floyd - The Endless River

a tribute album to Richard Wright.

How was the "LCARS" computer effect in Star Trek: The Next Generation executed?

From Quora.com

LCARS is the computer system on the Enterprise that the characters of Star Trek: The Next Generation use in the show. I am interested in what computer or graphics system was used to display the effect, whether it was visible to the actors or added in post-production and what software and/or hardware Michael Okuda used to create the effect.

answer from Robert Frost, Hardcore Star Trek fan since he was 2:

Most of the time, when we saw a scene like this:


The LCARS display is created by using a large piece of film that is backlit by gel lights. Turning individual lights on and off could give the appearance of animation, but it was really just a static piece of film. Here is a picture of Scenic Art Supervisor, Mike Okuda, with one such film. Mike was responsible for designing the diagrams, and they have become known as Okudagrams.

Mike Okuda

Any LCARS effect that required real animation or incorporation of video was added in post-production. The actors were looking at a blue rectangle.

As for software used, Mike and his team constructed static images using the Macintosh version of Adobe Illustrator and animations using the Macintosh version of Macromedia Director. Both of which were brand new applications when the show started.

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Thursday, September 25, 2014

Habitat 67

Photo credit: © Benjamin News Company, Montreal

Since Man first moved out of his caves, he has tested many forms of shelter: crude huts of mud, tents with skin covers, squared logs and blocks of stone.

Around a group of such dwellings - always near water - a village would grow, then perhaps a town, with winding paths leading to the focal point of well or water's edge.

Today, Habitat 67 in Cité du Havre reveals to the fullest the extent to which man has used his ingenuity in combining shelter with all the attributes of modern life, in an urban world in which living space is at a premium. It unites the advantages of apartments, by housing many families in a small area. It answers the suburban dream of gardens. And it places every home within walking distance of stores on sheltered streets.

To the visitor approaching Habitat 67 from almost any direction, the first impression is one of a series of terraces, rising one on the other, in set-back steps, to a height of twelve stories. The most distinctive features of Habitat 67 are the manner in which terraces and homes are combined for economy of construction, and the system of roads and pedestrian streets which serve each home on the various levels.

The actual housing area contains 158 housing units in 20 types, ranging from a 1-bedroom 600 ft. square unit to a 4-bedroom house of 1,700 sq. ft. The houses were put together by the use of 354 modular construction units, each 17'6" by 38'6" by 10' high, precast of concrete. After casting, the modular units were taken to a finishing area, where kitchens, bathrooms, window frames, insulation, fixtures, etc. were installed. The unit - weighing 70-90 tons - was then lifted into place by crane.

*Photo credit: © Benjamin News Company, Montreal

Boyfriend Needs Your Help? Here's How To Save Him

By Ramon Johnson
Gay Life Expert

Is your boyfriend having a tough time?

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--more at about.com

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