Un set genial de reclame.
When I think of the ways I could die, almost all of them are better than being killed by flying poop. That’s the sort of thing that could erase a lifetime of accomplishment. I would instantly stop being the guy who created Dilbert and forever be known as the cartoonist whose head was crushed by a turd. If I die from frozen restroom waste, my friends and family would have trouble stifling a laugh. And who could blame them, really?
“How did he die?” someone might ask. “I guess you could say he got pissed off,” one of my ex-friends would reply, before laughing heartily.
It seems unlikely I would be killed by airplane waste, but it also seems unlikely a bird would crap exactly in the middle of my bald spot, and that happened. I don’t rule anything out. When I hear jet sounds, I stand under a doorway.
Imagine what would happen if I were doing a book signing, and the frozen waste from the plane missed me, but killed the guy standing in line waiting for my autograph. When telling the story later, would I be able to resist saying “The shit hit the fan”? I think not. And that is why I probably deserve to be killed by frozen poop.
Citeste articolul original, via The Dilbert Blog
A reader of the Dilbert Blog left a comment with this question: If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into? The universe is “everything” by definition. Therefore, the universe can’t be expanding because it already occupies all space.
I scratched my head over that for a week. Today I broke down and googled it. Technically, the only thing that is expanding is the “visible universe.” And by visible, we mean visible from the perspective of people on earth under the right set of conditions.
Suddenly I found it amusing and typical that we humans commonly refer to the tiny bit of the universe we could potentially see as if it were the same as the entire universe. That is soooo us.
I wonder if anyone would ever become a cosmologist if that branch of science was described accurately as “a study of the crap we can see.” Whoever decided to start calling it a study of the universe, despite all evidence to the contrary, was a marketing genius.
Now that you know the real definition of the universe, as opposed to the piddly visible part, I have another question for you: When you do a push-up, are you really pushing yourself up, or are you shoving the universe away?
