Playing Christmas Hangman…that’s where!
So click the pic and have fun
They come up with stuff like this
that’s
why
IS THERE A SANTA CLAUS?
As a result of an overwhelming lack of requests, and with research help from that renown scientific journal SPY magazine (January, 1990) – I am pleased to present the annual scientific inquiry into Santa Claus.
- No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.
- There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn’t (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total – 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that’s 91.8 million homes. One presumes there’s at least one good child in each.
- Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc. This means that Santa’s sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second – a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.
- The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that “flying reindeer” (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload – not even counting the weight of the sleigh – to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison – this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.
- 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance – this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth’s atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
In conclusion – If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he’s dead now.
…I’ve always wanted to put those words together….just to see how they look.
Hmmm…Pretty Cool.
This is cool too- it’s from Chris at Cute With Chris
enjoy!
sometimes I find stuff on the net that i just have to share with the world
these are a few of those things
enjoy!
FBI Agents Ordering Pizza
The following is a direct quote from the Center for Strategic and International Studies report on GLOBAL ORGANIZED CRIME; the author who introduces the story swears it’s true.
FBI agents conducted a raid of a psychiatric hospital in San Diego that was under investigation for medical insurance fraud. After hours of reviewing thousands of medical records, the dozens of agents had worked up quite an appetite. The agent in charge of the investigation called a nearby pizza parlor with delivery service to order a quick dinner for his colleagues.
The following telephone conversation took place and was recorded by the FBI because they were taping all conversations at the hospital.
Agent:
- Hello. I would like to order 19 large pizzas and 67 cans of soda.
Pizza Man:
And where would you like them delivered?
Agent:
We’re over at the psychiatric hospital.
PM:
The psychiatric hospital?
Agent:
That’s right. I’m an FBI agent.
PM:
You’re an FBI agent?
Agent:
That’s correct. Just about everybody here is.
PM:
And you’re at the psychiatric hospital?
Agent:
That’s correct. And make sure you don’t go through the front doors. We have them locked. You will have to go around to the back to the service entrance to deliver the pizzas.
PM:
And you say you’re all FBI agents?
Agent:
That’s right. How soon can you have them here?
PM:
And everyone at the psychiatric hospital is an FBI agent?
Agent:
That’s right. We’ve been here all day and we’re starving.
PM:
How are you going to pay for all of this?
Agent:
I have my checkbook right here.
PM:
And you’re all FBI agents?
Agent:
That’s right. Everyone here is an FBI agent. Can you remember to bring the pizzas and sodas to the service entrance in the rear? We have the front doors locked.
Pizza Man:
I don’t think so.
Click.
When I was 18 I bought a lottery ticket.
It cost 1.00
I lost and I swore I’d never gamble again.
And then I broke my rule-
I made a bet with my friend- and I shouldn’t have because he always wins.
He always wins because
HE CHEATS
Anyway.
Bets a Bet.
Here’s some David Tennant Stuff.
Don’t tell Bruce

Hi Everybody!
This is stuff I learned while I waited to see if the storm that hit Washington State would make my toilet overflow…
First of all here some pictures of some flooding from around Mountlake Terrace, Washington…I didn’t take them- I pulled them from HERE
They look dramatic but I should say these shots are in ‘hollows’ and that the areas shown aren’t huge…but if it’s your car or apartment pictured here then it probably feels like your entire world is under water.


We didn’t get any flooding near my house- unless you count the ‘accidents’ three of my cats had because they refused to go outside to use the bathroom during the storm(s).
Well two of them had accidents-
Meet Blitzer
( he’s the third cat )

Blitzer drank water non-stop
ON PURPOSE…don’t ask me how I know, I just do.
I also learned this great expression ( as I worried about my plumbing )
To chuck a sickie:
It’s a saying they use in Australia.
It means to take a day off sick from work when you are fine.
My goal is to use this phrase at least once a day for a week. I’ll let you know how it goes.

According to my post rankings ( which briefly distacted me from my Sewer Fears ) I learned that my readers- pictured below-
( oh come on…where’s your sense of humor? )

are into Alcohol, Exorcisms and Bruce Campbell…though some of you seem to be flirting with David Tennant ( traitors! )
and here’s what I learned about Politics ( which brought me straight back to thinking about my toilet ) : This Louis Black On Homeland Security… 🙂 He says it’s all about duct tape and Electro Shock Therapy. I did NOT know that.
I’ll be darned.
Warning…nasty words alert- careful where you play this!
So that was what I learned…and thanks for asking- no my toilet did not overflow.
YAY!
The public has spoken!
This is the BEST Commerical Ever Made:
Maybe there are better commericals out there. And maybe I’m a Chinese jet pilot…
The Coolest Commercial Ever Made. Period.
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Men don’t get angry when their wives fantasize about Bruce Campbell during sex, because they are doing the same thing.
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I swear, is there anything he can’t do?
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and here it is!
Why is New Mexico Boss?
Because they have the Spaceballs to run ads like this:
And they have events like
New Mexico….you rule!
This little bit o’ fun was a challange from Kitty:
So here is your assignment for today, dear readers. Find a song that inspires you to write something, whether it gives you an idea for a script or just puts you into a better frame of mind
Babe, you’re getting closer
The lights are goin’ dim
The sound of your breathin’
Has made the mood I’m in
All of my resistance
Is lying on the floor
Taking me to places
I’ve never been before….
When I write my stories that I like to think of as “Grave Tales” I always reach for my Elvis tunes and I play this one first…actually I listen to it a lot when I’m writing.
It’s been the ‘back beat’ for stories like
Midnight Conversation at Riversleigh
annndddd here it is!