henry sztul

Wow, my second Fox News reblog in as many days! This one takes. the. cake!

meredithbklyn:

The Fox news graphics department is on a roll, guys.

(look at Romney’s pic)

((via))

Nice try, Barack.

siminoff:

Welcome to America John.

(Source: spytap)

MySQL:Ex-Girlfriend :: MongoDB:Wife

MySQL is like an ex girlfriend. She’s great, but you’re sick of here rules and nitpicking. You’re just over her.

MongoDB is like your wife. You love her with all your heart. She is thoughtful, caring, all you’ve hoped for.

Redis is like a mistress, the one you sneak out to on a cigarette run.

(Analogy conceived by @henrysztul, @mkrecny, @davidykay)

[This post in no way reflects my personal situation, views on dating or marriage. Its just meant to be a funny analogy conceived while coding]

Not that I agree with this or anything just thought I would share… <wink/>

(via Map Of USA As Seen By A New Yorker)

xkcd: (

Second #LOL for me in two days cc/@JoeYevoli

xkcd: Complex Conjugate

Shit just got real! Ha!

[Working long days, this is just they type of thing that I love seeing in the morning to get me going!]

The Geomblog: The 5+5 Commandments of a Ph.D.

Umm yeah… should have done some of that… :)

jakehofman:

Here’s our pragmatic view of the conditions that need to be met for a Ph.D. to make sense

Square Root Clock

“It’s amazing how it works out! The square roots fall in just the right place on the clock!”

-Anonymous

danspinosa:

My wife is a Math teacher in Brooklyn. I just created this home-made square root clock for her classroom:

To build it, I took a 7” diameter plastic clock purchased at Ikea, opened it up, popped off the clock hands and removed the backing. Then I printed this:

cut it out and affixed it to the clock as the new face. BAM. Square root clock.

Scan or Pat Down Excerpt [from Scott Adams Blog]

TSA Guy2: This will only take a second.
Scott: What if you find a suspicious package?
TSA Guy2: We don't search for packages, sir.
Scott: That's not what my scanner says.
[He ignores me and starts patting my right leg, from low to top. ]
Scott: (creepily) That's it...oh yeah...That's what I'm talking about. [The TSA guy stands abruptly and motions over his supervisor, a woman in her early forties. By this point, I'm all in. Before she gets to us, I say one last thing to the TSA guy in a hushed voice.]
Scott: Now it's a party. She can do from my waist up.