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Why do the crows put stones on railroad tracks? Since the practice doesn't seem to have much use in survival, some wild bird researchers think the crows' rock-placing behavior could a form of play. Crows are well-known for playful and mischievous behavior. One of their games involves snatching balls off golf courses and tussling among themselves over the balls. They display more interest in colored balls than white ones, and they keep taking the balls if people make a fuss but lose interest if the golfers ignore them. In Japan, where many houses are roofed with metal or tile, they also like to drop pebbles onto roofs. Apparently, they get a kick out of the pinging or plonking sounds the pebbles make when they hit the roofs. So maybe the crows like the clinking sound made when they place a rock on a rail.

Canada bans brains, just to be safe: Canada will introduce new mad cow safeguards as it looks to persuade key trading partners to reopen their markets to Canadian beef, according to a source who expects health and agriculture ministers to make the announcement today.

The federal government will ban the use of spines and brains from cattle older than 30 months in human food, the source told Reuters. Ottawa will also introduce measures within the next two weeks to ban the use of such spines and brains in animal feed and also to keep a closer eye on the health of cattle, the source said.

The steps come in the wake of a single case of mad cow disease that prompted the United States, Japan and many other countries to impose crippling bans on Canadian cattle and beef.

So I went out, and danced my ass off, then I took a breather then I danced some more. And I went through a few bottles of over priced water. And I'm still pretty hyper so I guess I didn't tire myself out enough.

"We dance to all the wrong songs.
We enjoy all the wrong moves.
We dance to all the wrong songs.
We're not... leading."

Bill: Ted, while I agree that in time our band will be most triumphant, the truth is Wyld Stallyns will never be a super band until we have Eddie Van Halen on guitar.
Ted: Yes Bill, but I do not believe we will get Eddie Van Halen until we have a triumphant video.
Bill: Ted, it's pointless to have a triumphant video before we even have decent instruments.
Ted: Well how can we have decent instruments when we really don't even know how to play.
Bill: That is why we need Eddie Van Halen.
Ted: And that is why we need a triumphant video.
(Pause)
Both: Excellent. (Air Guitar.)

Well I'm done my work for tonight. The new schema looks TOIGHT, I think it'll come off beta tomorrow after some testing.

Songs Rilley played cause shes damn cool:
System of A Down - Chop Suey
Trapt - Headstrong
Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong

[addendum] Jcloth would like me to point out the fact that he was throughly molested by Rilley, and he enjoyed every minute of it. And the black DJ was right that gift shop is over priced, good thing we didn't have to pay for merchandise ;)

During the civil wars in feudal Japan, an invading army would quickly sweep into a town and take control. IN one particular village, everyone fled just before the army arrived - everyone except the Zen master. Curious about this old fellow, the general went to the temple to see for himself what kind of man this master was. When he wasn't treated with the respect and submissiveness to which he was accustomed, the general burst into anger.

"You fool!" shouted the general as he reached for his sword. "Don't you realize you are standing before a man who could run you through without blinking an eye?"

Despite the threat, the master seemed unmoved. "And do you realize," the master replied calmly, "that you are standing before a man who can be run through without blinking an eye?" At this comment, the general, surprized and awe by the master, sheepishly leaves.

The moral of this parable? I think it's that Japanese monks are the ultimate power.

A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.

When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called to the old master.

"Yes,"replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."

After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "You can put me back now."

So what I think the lesson they are trying to instill, is that old people are jerks. Have I now achived enlightenment? :)

Some people who are persistently wired say it is not uncommon for them to be sitting in a meeting and using a hand-held device to exchange instant messages surreptitiously — with someone in the same meeting. Others may be sitting at a desk and engaging in conversation on two phones, one at each ear. At social events, or in the grandstand at their children's soccer games, they read news feeds on mobile devices instead of chatting with actual human beings.... "It's like a dopamine squirt to be connected," said Dr. Ratey, who compares the sensations created by constantly being wired to those of narcotics — a hit of pleasure, stimulation and escape. "It takes the same pathway as our drugs of abuse and pleasure."

So he bent down, put his head into the hole, and called out:
"Is anybody at home?"

There was a sudden scuffling noise from inside the hole, and then silence.

"What I said was, 'Is anybody at home?'" called out Pooh very loudly.

"No!" said a voice; and then added, "You needn't shout so loud. I heard you quite well the first time."

"Bother!" said Pooh. "Isn't there anybody here at all?"

"Nobody."

Winnie-the-Pooh took his head out of the hole, and thought for a little, and he thought to himself, "There must be somebody there, because somebody must have said 'Nobody.'" So he put his head back in the hole, and said:

"Hallo, Rabbit, isn't that you?"

"No," said Rabbit, in a different sort of voice this time.

"But isn't that Rabbit's voice?"

"I don't think so," said Rabbit. "It isn't meant to be."

"Oh!" said Pooh.