The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: Windhazel

If you were to ask most people what their most memorable event was, I'm sure many people would reflect and give answers like the birth of my first child, or getting married, or even the day I went to pass gas, but I got a little more than I bargained for. Okay, maybe nobody would be saying the last one, but I'm sure they would be thinking it.

For me, the most memorable event is none of those things. My most memorable event ever was getting my vasectomy. Hands down. As we will see later, it's not that it was a particularly fun event, but just a memorable one.

The day I got my vasectomy started out like most other days. I woke up, showered, shaved, and...well, went potty. Then I took another shower, because, well, you don't want people who are getting that close to your crotch to be checking out how thoroughly you wiped. Although there are a million personal hygiene products out there, not a single one of them protects you from the heartbreak of dingleberries. It's better just to shower after you go potty just to be on the safe side.
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posted by: howard at 15:09 | link | comments |

by: gongli

I want to cry when people ask: what is math good for  and what do mathematicians do all  day? Do mathematicians  sit around solving quadratic equations or factoring polynomials? I want to cry because the power and beauty of mathematics is not more widely appreciated. People don't realize how mathematics pervades their everyday lives. Good God, what is math not good for? I find it hard to think of a subject to which mathematical analysis cannot be applied, well perhaps love. Perhaps love will always elude a precisse mathematical formalism. You can't make it through the day  without using  something that relies mathematics.
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posted by: howard at 20:12 | link | comments (2) |

by: Hoon

a happy day on mouse control

Disclaimer: I must have all who belong to the Japanese cult know that my exposure to Japan’s music has been but three days, and that any trespasses/ referential errors contained herewith be excused.

From a half-hearted viewpoint it would seem not too different from Eat Bulaga.

Here is a comedian host of over a decade with unchanging appeal—Music Station’s Tamori has been wearing what seems to be the same pair of shades since 1996; the oldest clip I could find at You Tube—and a deadpan wit that has the audience in stitches nearly half the time, with a pretty young lass for a co-host, and a featured music artist/ group. A preliminary interview here, an album plug there—you don’t understand anything except the “Hais” and “Arigatos”—and then, often to the shrieking of fans, the live performance.

It just so happens that the first clip I saw was a comedic take on popular pop artists—comedians with wigs and exaggerated moves were impersonating groups like Kat-Tun and Han-Kun. Near the end, a man in a curly blond afro and a protruding belly was joined onstage by the mishmash of performers for a dance number. The finale is a shot of the curly blonde with his pants around his ankles—exposing a pair of shiny retro jockeys. The audience is rendered immobile with laughter.

The original artists, though, as subsequent clips would show, step out to real adoration. These celebrities triumphantly work the hanamichi and execute choreographed moves as back-up dancers in matching suits tumble out of nowhere. These are Japan’s brightest musical stars, and to their legion upon legion of fans, the world is this stage.
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posted by: howard at 12:22 | link | comments |

by: milktea

Last weekend, Flik (Let's call the guy I fancy Flik) and another friend invited me to join them to XXXX, which is the kind of place I vowed not to return to just because I don't find anything interesting there. Unless you find cable car exciting.

Yet I obliged for the simple reason that I'd like to spend more time with Flik. I decided to overlook the place and forget about how I'm just going to waste my time and money. After all, It's all about the company I told myself. Had he invited me to go collect garbage or plant some trees, I'd probably would have agreed too and told him with ecstasy that saving the environment is my passion.

Anyway, sunday morning, I woke up early just to meet up with them. I blowdried my hair and made sure that the annoying turf of hair on my forehead looks tame that day. I even went back to the mirror three times before I left the house and made sure I looked like a human being, which usually is not the case.
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posted by: howard at 22:23 | link | comments |