Gleeking! Man I never knew it had a name. I occasionally dowse people with a clear jet of spit that seems to emanate from under my tongue and now I know I'm not alone. Maybe I can join a gleekers group and destroy something beautiful by spitting on it. I can do eyebrow tricks like other commenters - can't be that rare.
My weird trick is that I can make a vein on my hand wriggle like a snake. Guaranteed gross out. Then I GLEEK on you.
In early life, growth is determined primarily by feeding. Hence why poorly controlled diabetic Mums have big babies - too much sugar in the womb. It's not about Mum or Dad's height at this point. This continues for 6-12 months.
In childhood to puberty growth is determined by genes. Evidently feeding plays a part, but only when it's deficient (i.e. you can end up smaller than expected, but unlikely to be any bigger than your genes predict).
Adolescence's growth spurt is dominated by hormones, but you didn't need me to tell you that.
So if they stop ramming NUCLEAR FOOD down his throat, this baby should return to normal size (assuming he has no genetic abnormality).
You got off lucky there VonSkippy, I don't think it's all that attractive. Spend your money on something else, like a state or small country.
I quite like this one: http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/TES1318.jpg and http://www.travel-images.com/switz167.jpg. It's the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne, Switzerland, which is also very pretty on the inside.
I don't think I've ever held enough money to bother counting it.
"One..."
is normally about as far as I get before I finish.
Of course when I'm a rich and powerful international dictator, I'll have my millions in solid platinum money clips with dragons' heads that breathe fire. And shoot lasers. And automatically count the money for me.
Um, there is no evidence I know of to link aerosol fumes to lung cancer. Indeed aerosol delivery is one of the hotly researched methods of delivering potential cancer cures.
I fall in the 'so what if it's easy or old, it's still cool' camp. I don't agree with you Mark (12), who says art has to be any of those things?
Is it AIR as they mention, or THERMALS? Sure you can divert air upwards with a flat hand as Alda starts out doing, but if you're standing under it and controlling it with a bald pate, surely it's the thermals coming off your dome. In which case, the less hair the better!
Also, shame that the end shot with the wistful music and soppy closing is a plane slowly crashing.
Benny Lava was better, unfortunately I speak this language so it ceases to be funny as I don't hear sounds, I hear words. South Indian songs (like Benny Lava) are way funnier to watch.
Trivia: The actress was Miss Universe 1994, now a big star. The singer was barely 14 when she sang this song.
Sid the liver was completely HLA mis-matched (not just Resus factor). As far as I can ascertain (this and two other similar papers were covered in the latest New England Journal of Medicine) it was simply the first one that became available and as it was such an emergency she received a mis-matched cadaveric transplant.
I was going to suggest this to Neatorama actually (did a presentation last week about patients like Demi-Lee) but didn't think it would be that interesting. Whoops! Glad you found it Alex.
Alex, along with the lamp here, Neatorama's slowly kitting out a funky cardiologist's waiting room.
My weird trick is that I can make a vein on my hand wriggle like a snake. Guaranteed gross out. Then I GLEEK on you.
In early life, growth is determined primarily by feeding. Hence why poorly controlled diabetic Mums have big babies - too much sugar in the womb. It's not about Mum or Dad's height at this point. This continues for 6-12 months.
In childhood to puberty growth is determined by genes. Evidently feeding plays a part, but only when it's deficient (i.e. you can end up smaller than expected, but unlikely to be any bigger than your genes predict).
Adolescence's growth spurt is dominated by hormones, but you didn't need me to tell you that.
So if they stop ramming NUCLEAR FOOD down his throat, this baby should return to normal size (assuming he has no genetic abnormality).
In fact, I can't think of a reason why they haven't made a candle with added petrol. It's a surefire hit.
I would also like a scented candle that smells of wax. Yeah I know, a guy can dream.
I quite like this one: http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/TES1318.jpg and http://www.travel-images.com/switz167.jpg. It's the Chapel Bridge in Lucerne, Switzerland, which is also very pretty on the inside.
As for Tower Bridge...some say it's haunted.
I wish I had a few more eyes. Or a million fingers.
"One..."
is normally about as far as I get before I finish.
Of course when I'm a rich and powerful international dictator, I'll have my millions in solid platinum money clips with dragons' heads that breathe fire. And shoot lasers. And automatically count the money for me.
I fall in the 'so what if it's easy or old, it's still cool' camp. I don't agree with you Mark (12), who says art has to be any of those things?
Also, shame that the end shot with the wistful music and soppy closing is a plane slowly crashing.
Trivia: The actress was Miss Universe 1994, now a big star. The singer was barely 14 when she sang this song.
I was going to suggest this to Neatorama actually (did a presentation last week about patients like Demi-Lee) but didn't think it would be that interesting. Whoops! Glad you found it Alex.