I come across these little tidbits here and there…. now and again. So tonight… I ask you…..have you thought about this…. or perhaps that…. lately?
In 2012, 2,681 women received buttock lifts, and 746 got buttock implants, according to the American Society of Plastic Surgeons’ Report. Believe it or not… these numbers are down a little since 2011. It would appear that butt lifts are down….
But don’t look down. Look up. Since its discovery in 1930, Pluto has traveled only a third of its way around the Sun. Slow mover…. or really big orbit?
Opposite of slow is fast. What is faster growing than Facebook? Not much. There are 10,000 times as many photographs on Facebook as there are in the US Library of Congress. I am mortified by this.
Okay…. this is better news about fast flyers: Dragonflies flap their wings in a figure-eight motion.
So since we are talking about numbers. I DO like the number eight. 7 & 8 are my favorites. I don’t like number 13. At all.
The composer Arnold Schoenberg was superstitious about the number 13. As 7+6=13 he feared he would die aged 76. And he did: on Friday, July 13, at 13 minutes to midnight. (My Dad died on 3.13.13…. at 12:21)
So planets…. and numbers…. here is more.
William Herschel, discoverer of Uranus, lived to be 84—the same number of years that Uranus takes to orbit the Sun. (A lot less than Pluto… eh?) Speaking of eight…. An octopus can ooze through an opening no bigger than its own eyeball.
And 8. Eight Presidents were from Ohio.
Other variations on the Prez. Every US president with a beard had been Republican. By my count only 5 had beards. Two had mutton chops, but I don’t think that counts.
Finally, one in five buns…. look like a butt. Okay…. I made that one up. But some buns really do look like booties.
I guess that would be it for tonight.. but I’d be remiss without at least one definition. So…..
Gormless….means lacking or stupid.
Yep. Another gormless night at the Old Project 16010.
“The world is a university and everyone in it is a teacher. Make sure when you wake up in the morning, you go to school.” – Bishop T. D. Jakes