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The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering
mid-term. The answer was so profound that the Professor shared it with colleagues,
and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...

Bonus Question Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)

Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law,
(gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following

First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know
the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that
we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no
souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different
religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are
not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of
these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project
that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the
number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that
in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell
has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell,
then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell,
then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year,
...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you., and take into account
the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then,
#2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze.

This student received the only A.


I, kliknite na ovaj link: PLIIIIZ

... nije moja, ali volio bih da je pročitate. Meni se svidjela.

Legends told of the couple Gan Jiang and Mo Ye to be the best blacksmiths on earth.

The Emperor of Chu ordered Gan Jiang to make him a sword. It wasn't a blessing, Gan Jiang
knew that the king would execute the creator to prevent anyone else in the world to have
anything better once obtained a precious item.

The most precious materials were sought from the hardest places, his own blood was put
into the extracts for it was no ordinary things he worked with. With his wife's help
Gan Jiang made a pair of the best swords he ever did in his lifetime. It took 3 years.

Before presenting the sword, Gan Jiang left the other of the pair to his then
pregnant wife and told her, "I will not live once I go into the city. If it's a boy,
have him avenge me when he grow up."

Gan Jiang was killed after offering the sword.

Not long after Gan Jiang's death, Mo Ye gave birth to a boy, Mo Gan. Not fogetting
her husband's wish, she raised the child and told him his father's tragedy when he matured.

In tears he swore to avenge. The young man practiced with the sword everyday. When he
set forth for his journey, the emperor had a repeating dream of an angry young man
running towards him shouting for revenge. In fear he ordered for the soldiers to hunt down
the man and guard the city gates.

With no choice Mo Gan hid in a small inn, one night he met a man who knew his story and
offered to help. "Give me your sword and your head. I can avenge your father."

"Then take my head and my vengeance!"

With that Mo Gan cut his head off. The man picked up the sword and head and cried out,
"What a son of a good man!"

And so he went to the palace and presented the head. The Emperor was overjoyed as it was
the exact face he dreamt of and wanted to reward the man. Instead he was told to boil
the head for 3 days 3 nights so that the ghost of Mo Gan will not hurt him.

The Emperor did as he was told, on the 3rd night he man told him to personally go to
look into the couldron.

Being curious the emperor walked up to it. The man seized the opportunity and slashed
the emperor's head off into the pot. Alarmed and shocked the guards flooded towards him,
the man decapitated himself.

Jedan banner, koji sam natjeran da stavim ovdje.


Hehe, sad ne možete reći da ništa ne postam

Evo jedna fora pjesma, inače se zove From the Ritz to the Rubble, od, jelte, Arctic Monkeysa


Last night these two bouncers
And one of em's alright
The other one's the scary one
His way or no way, totalatarian

He's got no time for you
Looking or breathing
How he don't want you to

So step out the queue
He makes examples of you
And there's nowt you can say
Behind they go through to the bit where you pay
And you realise then that it's finally the time
To walk back past ten thousand eyes in the line

And you can swap jumpers and make another move
Instilled in your brain you've got something to prove
To all the smirking faces and the boys in black
Why can't they be pleasant?
Why can't they have a laugh?

He's got his hand in your chest
He wants to give you a duff
Well secrectly I think they want it all to kick off
They want, arms flying everywhere and
Bottles aswell it's just
Something to talk about
A story to tell you

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate

I said a thousand million things that I could never say this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

This town's a different town today
This town's a different town to what it was last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

That girl's a different girl today
Said that girl's a different girl to her you kissed last night
You couldn't have done that on a Sunday

Well I'm so glad they turned us all away we'll put it down to fate

I thought a thousand million things that I could never think this morning

Got too deep, but how deep is too deep?

Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore


I jos jedan video, koji MORATE pogledati, lik je luuuuuuud!!!
LUUUD JE LIIIK!!!

Ali nemam sad vremena da pišem nešto pametno, editat ću kasnije

Fourteen Things That It Took Me Over 50 Years To Learn—by Dave Barry

1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."

3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."

4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.

5. You should not confuse your career with your life.

6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.

7. Never lick a steak knife.

8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.

9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.

10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.

11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.

12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers.

13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.)

14. Your friends love you anyway.


Thought for the day: Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.


A i jedna stranica za kraj, za sve one koje ne mogu sjediti na kompjuteru a da nešto ne svira :)
http://pandora.com/?cmd=tuner

Pa sad, nije baš od nikud, ali kladim se da ovo niste očekivali

Zašto uvijek kad imam posla bježim u ovu sobu? Vjerovatno zato što sam ovdje rođen. Nije ovo nešto velika soba. Kauč, moj naslonjač, stol, moj kamin... i moj prvi trofej. Kojak, prvi kojeg sam sam ubio. Otac je bio tako ponosan.
Ali sad mi Corwin stoji na vratima.
"Trebaš nešto Corwine?"
"Da."
"Pa zašto ne uđeš?"
"Jer me nisi pozvao unutra."
Molim?! Nije to napravio! Nije valjda?!
"Corwine?"
"Da,znam na što misliš. I jesam." Nasmije se, a ta dva zuba mu provire preko usne.
"Morao sam, Loki. Znaš i sam da neću moći ući u Delhi nego ovako."
"Ali to je izgubljen grad Corwine! Umro je kad i ti, kad je tvoje ime palo u prah!"
"To nije mrtav grad, Loki, i ne govori takve gluposti. Ja sam još živ, što znači da Delhi i dalje ima
svog vladara."
"Ne možeš me uvjeriti u to Corwine, svi su vidjeli tvoju smrt. Pogubljen si na gilotinji, na sred trga!"
"Ali sad sam se vratio. I vrijeme je da vratim i Delhi."
"Znaš što će se dogoditi ako tamo odeš, Corwine?"
"Znam."
"Ona Nije vrijedna toga! Corwine, Luna će te ubiti ako tamo odeš!"
"Znam i to."
"I možeš se pomiriti s tim? Imaš nešto za što ja ne znam?"
"Možda."
"Corwine, ovo je važno, a meni je dosta tih sranja, nekad je prolazilo, dok smo bili mladi, i dok je prolazio taj "ja sve znam, a vi pokušajte pratiti" stav. Ali sad sam prestar da to trpim. Ovaj razgovor nema smisla ako nećeš odgovarati kako treba!"
"U redu, u redu. Možda i je vrijeme da razgovaramo. Ovako, ti znaš zašto me Luna dala ubiti, zar ne?"
"Da."
"Pa, kad me dala ubiti, očekivala je da će moje pravo na prijestolje nestati sa mnom. Ali nije."
Dignuo je rukav.
?!
Lijeva ruka mu je bila potpuno istetovirana, sliak lava, kako ubija jednoroga, crnog jednoroga, na bojištu iz snova, s mjesecom kao svjedokom., ispod Srca Delhija.
"Da, ključ Delhija. Luna je smatrala da će nestati, s mojom smrću. Šteta što sma je zeznuo, i nisam ostao mrtav."
"Znači da je gospodar Delhija još uvijek živ?"
Corwin okrene ruku. NA nadlaktici se nalazilo, njegovom krvlju ispisane, riječi Boreas iz Delhija- A na svjetlu kamina se vidjelo ono što je Loki tražio, dva slova, LL, Luna Lockheart, nemeza grada Delhija, gospodarica Ceha umjetnika, bez čijeg se potpisa ni jedan gospodar Delhija nije okrunio.
"Znači tako, još uvijek možeš uću u Dvoranu Srca?"
"Da, mogu. Prijestolje je i dalje moje."
Klekenm pred njega.
"Onda dopusti da ti dam svoju prisegu, moj gospodaru."
"Vodit ću rat Loki."
"Znam gospodaru. Ali vrijeme je da prestanem s ovim. JA sam anđeo smrti, i vrijeme je da se počnem ponašati na takav način. A moja zakletva da neću ubiti ni jedno razumno biće je dano u boljim vremenima, čovjeku koji je sad mrtav."
"Onda moj prijatelju, ustani. Od sada si moj vojskovođa."
"Nadam se samo da znaš što radiš Corwine."
"I ja, Loki, i ja."

Nazvat ću ga sociologija

i jedna pjesmica za kraj, baš mi je fora stvar

The Offspring -> (Can't Get My) Head Around You

Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see
Every single day what you say makes no sense to me
Even though I try I can't get my head around you

Somewhere in the night there's a light in front of me
Heaven up above with a shove, I beg it's me
Even though I try I fall in the river of you
You've managed to bring me down too

All your faking (Get up,Get up,Get up, Get up)
Shows you're aching (Get up, Get up, Get up)

Every single day what you say makes no sense to me
Lettin' you inside isn't right, you'll mess with me
I'll never really know what's really going on inside you
I Can't get my head around you

All your feeling (Get up,Get up,Get up,Get up)
Shows you're breathing (Get up, Get up, Get up)


Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see
Covering it up like a cut with the likes of me
You know I've really tried, I can't do any more about you


The cut's getting deeper

The hill's getting steeper.

I guess I'll never know what's really going on inside you
I can't get my head around you
I can't get my head around you
I can't get my head around you
I can't get my head around you

Ali tako mi fali glazbena podloga uz ovo, pa preporučam da što prije poslušate ovu stvar

Za početak, kratki opis puta:
Krenuli smo iz Zadra oko 7, a Zagreb smo došli oko 10 i 30.
Bilo je to zabavnih 3 i po sata, iako smo ih proveli uglavnom jedući
Evo dokaza, Sladićka jede nešto neodređeno, i govori punih usta


A neki su ocito bili pod gasom i prije izlaska iz busa, ne pitajte me kako. Možda je čovjek bio pod utjecajem nečega



Do ručka je sve bilo fino, malo po gradu, s razredom u MacDonaldsa, a onda s petrom u Rubelja
Nemam slika, jer smo ja i Petra bili previse zauzeti, a Antoniji smo zgadili život, pa...
Onda je krenuo obilazak po kafićima. I neke zanimljive stvari
Evo mene u HardRock Cafeu. Izraz lica je ovakav zbog onog što mi je Petra stavila u toplu čokoladu

Evo i Martine koja ispija konjak u Dobrog Zvuka. Da, sad će ona reći da nije konjak, nego čaj, ali ne vjerujte joj

E da, jabuke! Dakle, Dobar Zvuk (opet), ja u pozadini (ono crno, moja jaketa), i jabuke. Najmanja je naravno Petrina . Moja je druga najmanja, pa Noni i Martina. Martina je bila pod utjecajem konjaka, pa nije mogla jesti

I za kraj, utjecaj akohlola na neke pojedince

To bi bilo to za danas, ako želite još, pilajte me malo

Napisao sam izvještaj, ali nisam ga stigao prepisati na komp.
Sutra će ovdje stajati to, a ne ovo izmotavanje.
Jel' me mrziš seko? :)