FOLIO OLIO: TUESDAY #2296

An Awful One Of My Very Own...

I have no memory of ever writing that.
Humor Attempt No. 2...

This is John Urschel, an offensive lineman for the NFL Baltimore Ravens. He also happens to have bachelor's and master's degrees in mathematics. Recently he was part of a team that published a paper (not his first) on developing "a cascadic multigrid algorithm for fast computation of the Fiedler vector of a graph Laplacian, namely, the eigenvector corresponding to the second smallest eigenvalue.

By popular demand I now have a random post button at the end of this page. I hope it comes in handy during my weekend hiatus.

FIRST, PEOPLE BEHAVING very, very BADLY

Yes, I think they are harvesting them...

MOSCOW -- Russia would have activated its nuclear arsenal if necessary a year ago when its troops secured the Crimean peninsula and carried out a referendum on the strategic peninsula's secession from Ukraine, Russian President Vladimir Putin said Sunday.

And the crazy motherfucker slept like a baby.

And the news just keeps getting worse...

(shouldn't that be "Danish" ships?)

MORE ON MANKIND'S ALL TIME FAVORITE PASSTIME - WAR

One of the sites I visit has a regular section called: World War Something. I found it interesting that to feel for these people we don't even have to know where they are or what they are fighting for...

Called a Buzz Bomb, the motor of these Nazi flying bombs made a very parculiar sound and when the sound stopped you knew you were going to be in for a very bad day...

Fat Boy...

Notice fin...

Making house payments is like hitting the snooze button on being homeless.

Not many people remember Green Stamps...

Some stores gave them out at purchase and you could trade them in for prizes. Anyway an airline used to give them out and after years of doing so a man reported to the IRS that traveling businessmen were taking the stamps when their company bought the ticket and that that should count as income. The IRS agreed and the guy got a 10% finders fee which added up to millions.

From 1778 to 1782, Daniel Frederick Bakeman was a soldier in the Continental Army. On the final day of his life--April 5, 1869--he was the last surviving American veteran of the Revolutionary War.

In 1867, Daniel Bakeman finally applied for a military pension, even though his service had been almost 90 years before. At that point he claimed to be 107, and was 109 when he died two years later. It's also claimed that he was married to his wife for 91 years and 12 days, which would make it the longest marriage ever recorded.

And on the other end of the spectrum, I give you another kind of bravery...

Remember this famous photo?

What it took to get so much spontaneity...

As any astute reader knows, I have a thing about posing for a photo and I'm supposed to ignore that and just swoon at her "spontaneity".

While his owner and trainer, Dr. Irene Pepperberg was teaching him different colors, he looked down at himself and asked, "What color am I?" Pepperberg quickly said, "Grey." She had to say it 6 times, and then he said, "I'm grey." Apes have been taught sign language, but no ape has ever asked a single question.

I've read that story on several sites, but I'm still having trouble believing it. And my daughter, a very smart lady, is equally skeptical.

This guy won a date with a beautiful young woman...

This is one of the most ill advised animal stunts ever...

I was at a party and a drunk girl grabbed me and yelled, “I’m trying to find my boyfriend, Marco, but everybody keeps yelling back Polo.”

This is novelist Georges Simenon.

The article I read said that he frequently slept with four different women in the same day.

Story #1: My record is three.

Story #2: A guy by the name of John Simenon used to come into my bar regularly. His wife had something very, very special about her blood and agreed to give a pint as often as she could to save lives. She gave it away even though she could have sold it. She was, as one would expect, given the best medical care available.

As I recall, the condition in her blood is forever called the Sinenon Strain. I've tried to look it up, but could find nothing, but I may have so mangled the spelling that it is hopeless.

Hello, Darkness, my old friend…