Thursday, June 30, 2011

Brain teaser. Don't ask me how this works.

My thanks to Bill for this

At the end of this post , you are asked a question.
Answer it immediately..
Don't stop and think about it.
Just say the first thing that pops into your mind.
This is a fun 'test'...
AND kind of spooky at the same time!
Give it a try,
then e-mail it around (including back to me)
and you'll see how many people you know
fall into the same percentage as you...
Be sure to put in the subject line if you
are among the 98% or the 2%.
You'll understand what that means
after you finish taking the 'test..'
Now - just follow the instructions
as quickly as possible.
Do not go to the next calculation before
you have finished the previous one...
You do not ever need to write
or remember the answers,
just do it using your mind.. You'll be surprised..

Start: How much is: 15 + 6








21









3 + 56






59






89 + 2










91




12 + 53












65







75 + 26











101





25 + 52












77







63 + 32













95







I know! Calculations are hard work, but it's nearly over..




Come on, one more! .....















123 + 5









128













QUICK! THINK ABOUT

A COLOR AND A TOOL!





















Scroll further to the bottom....



















A bit more....









You just thought about a red hammer, didn't you?

If this is not your answer, you are among 2% of people who have a different, if not abnormal, mind.


98% of the folks would answer a red hammer while doing this exercise.

If you do not believe this, pass it around and you'll see.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Golf Humour

 Golf Poem

In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size I Could Not Guess
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess. 


But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End;
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,
If I Hit It Straight And Far.

To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.

Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs 
And losers of balls!

A recent study found that the average golfer 
Walks about 900 miles a year.

Another study found that golfers drink, on 
Average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.

This means that, on average, golfers get about 
41 miles to the gallon!

Kind of makes you proud. Almost makes you 
Feel like a hybrid. . .

Thanks to Doug for this

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The HST Debate heats up

A friend of mine is going to vote in favour of keeping the HST and although the rest of his friends have tried to point out the error of his thinking, he has refused so far to change his mind. He is one of the many out there who only listen to Bill Good for his views on this tax.  He also is of the belief that the government will not lie to its people and that if it is in the paper the information has to be true. He will not listen to reason, however I did get him to admit that he should open mind and look at some alternative views on the tax. He did agree to do this,  so I just sent him a list of alternative views that he says he will read.

Hopefully he will read the information and change his mind. Here are the links I just sent him. If anyone has more links please let me know so I can give him the information he needs to see some sense.  Thanks

http://www.strategicthoughts.com/






Monday, June 27, 2011

Santa in July?

Here's a short story about how to become your own Santa this year.
The message is simple. It was delivered in the late 1960s by Glenn W Turner.  It goes like this . . .

"I remember I wrote to Santa Claus when I was nine years old.  My cousin wrote to Santa Claus and I wrote my letter exactly like his.

I asked for a new pony because that's what he asked for and he was pretty smart and I decided to follow him. Christmas morning I didn't have no new pony but he had a new pony.

I knew Santa Claus must have made a mistake because I was just as good as he was so I didn't bother worrying about it.Next year I wrote to Santa Claus and I asked him for a bicycle
 because that's what my cousin asked for.

I looked at his letter and I spelled it exactly right and got the right address because I wasn't too bright in school.

The next morning no bicycle but he had the most beautiful red  and white bike with the bebop birds on it and the flaps and the whole works.

I went out behind the barn and I cried most of that day.

He wouldn't even let me play with his bicycle.

The next year I wrote and I asked for a new rifle, and he asked for a new rifle and the same story.

All I got was apples and oranges.

I went out behind the barn and I said, "Okay Santa, if that's the way you want to play it. From that day on I made up my mind to become my own Santa Claus.

I challenge you to become your own Santa Claus. I challenge you to get out of life what you and your family deserve.