In a 1m^2 hammock made from graphene tied between two trees you could place a weight of approximately 4 kg before it would break. It should thus be possible to make an almost invisible hammock out of graphene that could hold a cat without breaking. The hammock would weigh less than 1mg, corresponding to the weight of one of the cat’s whiskers.
The entertainment industry are some sneaky bastards - yeah, I am looking at you RIAA. So, remember the whole SOPA thing where we came together as one Internet to stop the evils of Hollywood bribing lawmakers to track our online activities and shut down sites like Tumblr, Reddit and YouTube?
The following day, I attended a workshop about preventing gender violence, facilitated by Katz. There, he posed a question to all of the men in the room: “Men, what things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?”
Not one man, including myself, could quickly answer the question. Finally, one man raised his hand and said, “Nothing.” Then Katz asked the women, “What things do you do to protect yourself from being raped or sexually assaulted?” Nearly all of the women in the room raised their hand. One by one, each woman testified:
“I don’t make eye contact with men when I walk down the street,” said one.
“I don’t put my drink down at parties,” said another.
“I use the buddy system when I go to parties.”
“I cross the street when I see a group of guys walking in my direction.”
“I use my keys as a potential weapon.”
The women went on for several minutes, until their side of the blackboard was completely filled with responses. The men’s side of the blackboard was blank. I was stunned. I had never heard a group of women say these things before. I thought about all of the women in my life — including my mother, sister and girlfriend — and realized that I had a lot to learn about gender.
“It’s not that Chris Brown is categorically unforgivable. It’s more that he’s no longer an acceptable vehicle for corporations to use to sell products to young adults. On a human level, I’m more than willing to eventually forgive Chris Brown, once he seems genuinely remorseful and changed (which, at this point, he definitely does not). But there’s no obligation to continue supporting him as a pop star. Chris Brown would not exist without millions of dollars of production and marketing and styling and whatever else. He’s not some troubled genius that exists on his own, creating pop music in a corner. He’s just a handsome and fit guy who can dance and sing pretty well. There are plenty of other people who are more than capable of filling that role and who haven’t beat a woman into a state of unconsciousness. Why not give one of them a chance to be rich and famous instead?”—VICE on Cord’s Chris Brown post (via ceedling)
I know some of you are busy people so I’ve come up with a few ideas for the Why is this microblog worthy of a Shorty? section so instead of thinking of reasons you can get back to laughing at cats, stalking celebrities and arguing over.. just about everything.
The question is not Why is this microblog worthy of a Shorty? butWhen is this microblog worthy of a Shorty?
I am susceptible to the power of suggestion and someone told me that it is.
If this blog isn’t nominated I heard that the show will bring Jeffrey back. No one wants to see that happen.
Most of the posts aside from the one that directed me to this page are really short.
On multiple occasions this blog has caused me to lose my ability to can. I have lots of feels about it and if it isn’t nominated it will be the reason for all my creys. This is the BEST.BLOG.EVER.
I enjoy this blog not only because such a great idea exists but also because the humorous content never fails to amuse. This Tumblr is the culmination of a quintessential internet phenome-Inspector, look out! Blorgons! Pew! Pew, Pew!
There’s always rooms for one more! Reason #8: There’s always room for one more.
Machiavelli:So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates:Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida:Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada:Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary:Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Nietzsche:Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North:National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner:Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung:The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre:In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein:The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein:Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle:To actualize its potential.
Buddha:If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell:It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali:The Fish.
Darwin:It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson:Because it could not stop for death.
Ralph Waldo Emerson:It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe:The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway:To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg:We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume:Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson:'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic:What road?
Ronald Reagan:I forget.
John Sununu:The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx:You tell me.
Mr. T.:If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau:To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain:The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard:It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea:To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer:So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth:To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather:I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats:Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake:To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Dr. Johnson:Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher:This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet:There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde:Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka:Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift:It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth:To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead:Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud:An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet:That is not the question.
Donne:It crosseth for thee.
Pope:It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable:To get a better view.
The Inspector:The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the road?" but "When did the chicken cross the road?"
Yeats:She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley:'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien:Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.