How about an old car to decorate your living room?

Goes to show that tastes differ when it comes to decorating, doesn't it?


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By xorbit, last changed on November 17, 2007 // E-mail to a friend //         

Since when do babies look like burritos?

Since when do babies look like burritos?

By xorbit, last changed on October 16, 2009 // E-mail to a friend //         

Ceci n'est pas une spirale

This must be one of the most convincing optical illusion I have ever seen.


Ceci n'est pas une spirale

Don't know where it originally came from, I found this optical illusion that looks like a spiral on Make's website . They also show a version traced by lines to help convince you that this really is NOT a spiral.

By xorbit, last changed on April 21, 2010 // E-mail to a friend //         

Really weird analogies

Some of the weirdest analogies found in papers by high school students:

• The situation had become topsy-turvy - like Christmas in the summer, if you’re in Australia.
  
• Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
  
• The information imbedded on the stolen computer chip was like an explosive so explosive it could explode, creating a massive explosion.
  
• Her parting words lingered heavily inside me like last night’s Taco Bell.
  
• The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
  
• His face looked like an ice sculpture. Not one of those pretty ones in the middle of a cruise ship buffet, but the kind they do in a contest with a chain saw - and it had been out in the heat too long.
  
• She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
  
• A single drop of sweat slowly inched down Chad’s brow - a tiny, glistening Times Square New Year’s Eve Ball of desperation.
  
• The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
  
• Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.
  
• He spoke with the wisdom that can come only from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
  
• From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and “Jeopardy” comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
  
• Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
  
• Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
  
• He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
  
• She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
  
• She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
  
• Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
  
• Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
  
• He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
  
• The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
  
• He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
  
• He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
  
• Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
  
• Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
  
• It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
  
• The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
  
• Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
  
• They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
  
• John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
  
• The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
  
• His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underwear in a dryer without Cling Free.
  
• The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
  
• The politician was gone, but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
  
• She had a voice so husky it could have pulled a dogsled.
  

By xorbit, last changed on March 14, 2008 // E-mail to a friend //         

Fundamental laws of the universe

• If it's bad, it's possible.
  
• You can find anything you have lost, as long as you are looking for something else.
  
• The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the likelihood of being able to scratch.
  
• The lower your zipper is, the lower your credibility will be.
  
• There is no end to the amount a person can accomplish, as long as it isn't what they're supposed to be doing.
  
• Anything is possible if you don't know what you are talking about.
  
• Of all the fundamental forces of the universe, the strongest is the will of a woman.
  
• Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way (Murphy's law).
  
• You can have it cheap, fast or good. Pick two.
  
• All roads lead to McDonald's.
  
• Sometimes the best way to get through is to go around.
  
• As a rule, there will always be an exception.
  
• The quality of the napkins at any given restaurant is inversely proportional to the messiness of the food.
  
• It usually takes at least three socks to make a pair.
  
• The better the shoe fits, the uglier it must be.
  
• Procrastination is the only thing guaranteed to get done.
  
• The probability of being watched is proportional to the stupidity of what you're doing.
  
• Entropy .
  

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