If the trends noted by the Colorado Department of Public Health and Environment continue, 117% of US adults could be overweight by 2075.
Sounds pretty stupid, right?
No worse than an actual Reuters article: All U.S. adults could be overweight in 40 years.*
Arrrrghhhhhhh.
Time-restricted right now. Will respond to your comments later. Meanwhile, an oldie but goodie:
The EU has cracked down on “misleading” airfares on websites, where an airfare was advertised but did not “clearly advertise the full prices and conditions of their flight offers”.
Certainly flyers should be able to clearly understand what they’re getting, but I hope the new ads don’t insulate travelers from knowing how much of what they pay actually goes to other entities.
But then the EU complains “the other main problem was the lack of available seats at the advertised fare, even when the advertised price was accurate.”
Yes. This is how it works. When airlines have sales A LIMITED NUMBER OF SEATS ARE AVAILABLE AT THE LOWER PRICE LEVELS; THIS IS HOW IT WORKS ALL THE TIME. It’s not a “problem”; the airlines are allowed to give a limited number of cheap seats on a first-come, first-serve basis. (If the fares are never available at all, that would be deceptive, but there’s not been a recent incident where this was actually the case.)
And I’m still annoyed about this one (which was Part 1), even though the airline I work for does not get close to Europe.
Apologies for: The two prior posts. They are probably admissible in a court of law as evidence I’m under the influence of drugs. Please note I did not authorize the hiring of Mr. E, and may put his continued employment up for a vote once we post the interview. Until then, I will permit his presence to satisfy the Mascot’s man-crush.
1,000 thanks to Joe Lee of ROTK for this find: “You know you start to wonder what the age of the biochem researchers demographic is when they start releasing ads like this.”: It’s called EpMotion
Dear Europe,
Your decision to incorporate airlines in your emissions trading scheme (ETS) is vaguely unrealistic. Please note oil is over $140/barrel. We at the airlines are currently trying every trick possible to use less fuel. We really, really want to cut emissions because it will help us not go bankrupt.
Now, if the goal of ETS is simply forcing airlines to either cut even more flights or go out of business…well, that would certainly reduce emissions, and I can’t fault its efficiency.
Source: EU in talks with Obama and McCain over aviation cap-and-trade deal
I was showing the Mascot this video and we agreed that it would be awesome to make a game as good as this.
Thanks to one of my good college friends (who occasionally uses the moniker “Construction Bob”) for introducing me to this fine game.
“Remember kids, don’t try this at home even if you have a bottomless pit in your backyard”!
First, if you are eating or have recently eaten, and have a vivid imagination, it may be best for you to discontinue reading this post. And you are free to kill Allen afterwards, who alerted me to the story.
Our friend Manuel Uribe, who once weighed 1200 lbs or so, is now down to 700. With no sarcasm intended, good for him.
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still look like this:
It’s already established that he has a girlfriend. And he wants to marry her when he’s actually capable of walking her down the aisle. But what wasn’t clear earlier was how well or poorly they do with all that physical stuff. Now we know:
“We are a couple,” Uribe said. “We have sex, and in the eyes of God we are already married.”
I’ve spent no time figuring out how those mechanics could possibly work. You may want to follow my lead.
Today, we interviewed two prospects for employment. One of them was a transvestite.
This will give you an adequate sense of how this week has started.
Last week, while going to the supermarket, I stumbled upon one of those blood donation vans. There was some portly dude in shades trying to lure me with Marlins tickets into handing over my hard-earned blood. Being overdue for a donation, I let him pretend he was a good salesman and agreed to enter the van.
One of the blood-taker girls was about to leave for the day when she asked to look at my veins. Nodding and “mmm-hmm”ing like she had her choice of men at La Bare, she asked my blood type (O+). She was extra-satisfied at this response, knowing that most people can receive O+ blood.
I think she was a vampire.
They asked me to do a double red blood cell collection, which takes longer and makes me ineligible to donate in four months rather than two. I agreed, and they were kind enough to give my plasma and platelets back.
I was actually slightly light-headed afterwards, which is unusual. And will probably affect me breaking a 13-minute mile in the near future. But it saved someone’s life, and I got two free Marlins tickets and an apple juice.
I fail at chess.
Two Wednesdays ago, I played a USCF-rated game for the first time in months. I managed only a draw against a 3rd grader, rated 1180. (Grats to him; no one below 1300 has managed a draw against me before.) He vaguely resembled me as a kid and used a MonRoi, which completely threw me off psychologically. At least that’s the best excuse I could come up with.
He seemed about as tactically aware as I was, and was really eager to exchange off his Knight for a Bishop. He never generated any real threats, but I wasn’t good enough to hurt him. Need to post this game later.
Thanks to “Construction Bob” for reminding me why I don’t sing Christmas carols…
(Make sure to at least listen to the 1:00 mark…)
