The Magpie Bjournal

While breaking the ice with a new class, substitute teacher Jim Piculas did a little magic trick where he made a toothpick seem to disappear and then subsequently seem to reappear.

Now he has lost his job over charges of wizardry.

To the dunking chair!

In a titanic, heretofore unknown extreme of Presidential self-sacrifice, George Bush Jr. has given up the game of golf.

Says Bush Jr.:

“I feel I owe it to the families [of Americans killed in the war with Iraq ] to be as — to be in solidarity as best as I can with them.”

Heck-of-a job, George, heck of a job.

(Bush was photographed golfing 2 ½ months after he claimed to have stopped playing. Mysteriously, he was ordered by his medical staff to also give up jogging at the exact same time. But I’m certain they didn’t advise him to stop golfing too, no, that was for the troops.)

Read this sign carefully, and see if you can discern any subtext.

Yes, it does seem to be a real sign, the phone number / address all conform to Yahoo and Google maps’ view of the world, and I’ve come across more than a few “Oh, yeah, I live in Nashville – and the recruiting offices are on Armory, which is a dead end street - I see that sign sometimes and groan.” - type posts around the net.

Here’s another case of a villain busted for stealing photons on public transit.

I just have this feeling that people (cops, rent-a-cops, mall-cops, yobs) who choose to enforce the law should at least have an modicum of an inkling of an understanding of what the law actually is.

( Yes, I know that makes me a  Commie  Terrorist.)

Billy Connolly poses a few brilliant philosophical questions.

[As Gronzilla has mentioned, this video contains many references to salt.]

A short video of someone introducing their cats to the treadmill.

This totally looks like the new hotness next to the old “kitty on a turntable” bit.

Behold the coolness that is this music video by four lads from Manchester.

Not able to afford video equipment and the people to run it, the members of The Get Out Clause preformed their tune “Paper” in front of various CCTV cameras and then requested the different bits of footage under the British Data Protection Act.

Pad it out with a few hand-held shots, and hey-there, ho-there, that’s your video there.

“For a number of years now, work has been proceeding in order to bring prefection to the crudely conceived idea of a machine that would work to not only supply inverse reactive current, for use in unilateral phase detectors, but would also be capable of automatically synchronising cardinal grammeters.”

Until now.

The trick here (or lack of trick) is that instead of the power being generated by the relaxive motion of conductors and fluxes, it’s put out by modial interactions of magneto-reluctance and capacitive directance.

Alas, as with many things, I see a lot of parallel invention here.

In an oddity of famous progeny, the movie “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Undead” stars Jake Hoffman (son of Dustin) and features a score by Sean Lennon (son of John). It just seems strange to me that it took so long for someone to combine Hamlet and vampires. In retrospect, it really seems like a no-brainer.

Kinda gives you chills, don’t it.