Currently 95,000 tiles have been played. If it weren’t virtual, the gameboard would be 145 square feet.

(Thx, Josh!)

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So when does complete and total death comes to a hapless meme? When can we be certain that virtual rigor mortis is only moments away?

When Microsoft makes an ad out of it…

www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jXz7NrfzsI

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Mind you, I’m not being critical toward Double Rainbow Man. I would do the exact same thing. He’s at 14:59 on his fame-clock and someone still wants to pay him…

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter – bitter”, he answered,
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”

What if his heart weren’t bitter?

www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB7IAXrCkO8

The LA Times reports

In a telephone conversation last week with President Sebastian Pinera, the miners reportedly asked for “a little glass of wine” to ease the wait and to celebrate Chile’s bicentennial of independence, observed Sept. 18. “For the moment, there will be no alcohol. Nor tobacco, although almost all of them have asked for some,” writes a Chile correspondent…

The requests raise the issue of how to keep the miners psychologically sound.

Ya think?!

Once — but no matter when –
There lived — no matter where –
A man whose name — but then
I need not that declare.

He — well, he had been born,
And so he was alive;
His age — I details scorn –
Was somethingty and five.

He lived — how many years
I truly can’t decide;
But this one fact appears
He lived — until he died.

“He died,” I have averred,
But cannot prove ’twas so,
But that he was interred,
At any rate, I know.

I fancy he’d a son,
I hear he had a wife:
Perhaps he’d more than one,
I know not, on my life!

But whether he was rich,
Or whether he was poor,
Or neither — both — or which,
I cannot say, I’m sure.

I can’t recall his name,
Or what he used to do:
But then — well, such is fame!
‘Twill so serve me and you.

And that is why I thus,
About this unknown man
Would fain create a fuss,
To rescue, if I can,

From dark oblivion’s blow,
Some record of his lot:
But, ah! I do not know
Who — where — when — why — or what.

MORAL

In this brief pedigree
A moral we should find –
But what it ought to be
Has quite escaped my mind!

I found this at Futility Closet, one of my new favorite blogs.

…or not.

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