Poll

Polls, for the most part, as far as I'm concerned, are pretty much... useless. They don't define (ooh, define! Read with Hugo Weaving's tone!) reality, they don't shape reality, they merely report of reality, with varying levels of accuracy, depending on how well the poll was done. At this point I'd like to make a very clear difference between a poll such as this and a poll in which one goes around ringing doorbells to ask Everyday Joe how he/she(/it? Why not?) feels about this or that with aims to improve some product or service so that Everyday Joe and his wife/husband/children/parents/pets/furniture and such may have more fun and spend less time with their chores. Those aren't just use useless. They're also annoying.

Onwards...

My question: Which car do you like best: the Aston Martin DB9 or the Aston Martin Vanquish? One should hardly think you have never heard of them or that you don't know what either of them looks like... but if you don't, just go ahead and make an image search on google for either of them. What's that? Can't be bothered!? Why, of all the lazy... oh, alright! I spoil you!




Aston Martin DB9 (more)















Aston Martin Vanquish (more)










Sleek and shiny farewells.

ArabianShark looks forward to hearing your opinions in the shape of comments.

Not even a full nibble...

Just a little tidbit...

We all know Google's "I'm feeling Lucky" button is a little prone to hilarious situations. Another one:

Make one such lucky search for "failure" (no quotes). Careful, now, no typos. Looking for "faliure" will return no hilarious first result.

ArabianShark would send his farewells, had he been here long enough.

It's been a while...

Right, I'm back. Anyone miss me? There's quite a bit of catching up to do, now, so let's get to it. What's on the menu for today...

Oranges: Actually, tangerines. I thought we'd have some fruit first. a bit of an appetizer. Loads of vitamin C in those. Great to keep the common cold at bay. Also, vitamin C is quite helpful in dealing with hangovers, as are natural non-refined sugars. A neat suggestion for a part of a day-after-a-bender breakfast. If no oranges are avaliable, another good source of vitamin C are kiwis (the fruit, not New Zealanders and certainly not birds). But, if you recall, the topic is tangerines. Is it me or do the ones with the most seeds always taste better? Does, likewise, a rose smell all the sweeter the more thorns it has?

Eagerly awaiting your comments, farewell.

ArabianShark settles in after quite the long absence. Not much has changed, however.

Daylight saving time

Why are people afraid of running out of daylight? You know, the sun will (most likely) rise tomorrow too; there's no need of saving today's daylight when there's plenty of daylight for the picking tomorrow. Besides, where are you storing the daylight you are meant to be saving with the hour of sleep they took from me a week ago last Sunday?

Really, I don't get it. Right, so it might have been useful in the past, when they were still trying to invent a better lightbulb, but really, I find myself in brighter environments at night than during the day (well, not really. Except in the Winter). With this crazy Summer Hour, I find myself going for dinner barely at sunset. It messes with my internal clock (my most geeky readers will be glad to know that my other internal clock remains with equal up and down times and at the precise same frequency). It's weird. It's unnatural. There is no longer a "night meal", only an "early evening meal", and that's hardly dinner at all. Lunch is a drag for me, dinner was good. Now, dinner is no more. I take pleasure in food no more. Hey, that's going to help my weight loss program, eh? I guess some good may come from the whole daylight saving time after all.

Still I wonder how vampires are coping. It's still the first few days of Daylight Saving, I wonder if any of them are turning in their graves, going "Man, oh, man, I could so go for a neck right now, but I just can't go out yet." Or do you think they migrate like swallows? Going South?

Bright and Light farewells to you all, mortal and otherwise.

ArabianShark is now going for a bite. Not to the neck, though.