Billy Dalto

Hello! My name is Will.

I follow:

 

RSS  /  Archive


“ Leave those men alone. They’re talking business.
— A mother to her small blond haired son as he stared at Mills and me, while we discussed today’s WWDC announcements.
leeg: Admiral the pug and Eeyore, his trusty sidekick, sit guarding my guitar rig. Eeyore is the brains of the operation.

leeg:

Admiral the pug and Eeyore, his trusty sidekick, sit guarding my guitar rig. Eeyore is the brains of the operation.
It’s Genetic will use your DNA to produce a lovely poster, like the one above. Though I don’t plan to buy my very own GeneticArt, I really like several of their selling points: A self-portrait that will never show your age See your science Magnify your molecules It’s DNA. It’s ART. “See your science” is my favorite. 

It’s Genetic will use your DNA to produce a lovely poster, like the one above. Though I don’t plan to buy my very own GeneticArt, I really like several of their selling points:

  • A self-portrait that will never show your age
  • See your science
  • Magnify your molecules
  • It’s DNA. It’s ART.

“See your science” is my favorite. 

The mall scene from Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.

The Ear...

mills:

biteofpythias:

am I the only one who had nightmares about that ultimate fighter’s exploding freak ear? He wanted to keep going but that floppy monstrosity tapped out for him. He was the real life version of Sloth from the goonies, baby ruth chocolate bars should sponsor him…

No! I’d never seen MMA or UFC or anything like it before, but I was at a party last night at which it was playing, and by the time the fight you’re referring to came on most of us had wandered into the front room where the enormous television was showing it.

Many of the others were interested in the proceedings with the rather more serious attitude men like to develop towards sports, but it was immediately obvious even to me that the Manchester fighter was intended to lose. I was impressed by him only insofar as I recognized his cauliflower ear from Hemingway’s story “The Battler.” That this sacrificial lamb carried such a grotesque scar from previous fights made the scene compelling.

The ear was repulsive and probably should have been addressed long before the fight, as it had the capacity to prematurely end the affair (and did). The presumptive favorite, Kimbo, was lucky, too: while he’s obviously capable of throwing a strong punch, he seemed totally unable to handle the contender’s wrestling.

Stranger than the bizarre ending was that in several fights I noticed an embarrassing lack of conditioning: the fighters were punched out in the second round! The rounds are five minutes, but one would think they’d take cardiovascular exercise more seriously as a result.

That man’s ear was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen, and I said before the fight that I really hoped it would be popped just to diminish it; I’m sure CBS is unhappy that actually happened. The two main fights were stopped, and the crowd chanted “bullshit” as audibly as any SEC stadium I’ve ever been in.

1. Gross.

2. Thanks to YouTube, I just watched a guy drain his own cauliflower ear.

“ Like a life without music, art or literature, a life without science is bereft of something that gives experience a rich and otherwise inaccessible dimension.
— Brian Greene, physicist and author, in a NYT op-ed. 

Japanese woman caught living in man’s closet

She managed to live undetected in his closet for a year.

This Microsoft Surface implementation team learned how to party from the best: Spuds MacKenzie.
This Microsoft Surface implementation team learned how to party from the best: Spuds MacKenzie.
“ Just as a film is not measured by the quality of its special effects, a game is not measured merely by its graphics.
— From this NYT article praising Shigeru Miyamoto of Nintendo. 
“ Me and hamburgers aren’t technically enemies but I’ll still eat them.
— frankb, at work. I don’t recall the exact context but this was somehow related to a conversation about chinchillas.