If Santa has a harder time than usual getting down your chimney this Christmas, this might be why.
Gerard Krokus, an experienced skydiver, was helping Santa deliver the Elf named Kristoff to a nine-year-old girl while flying in toys to the Beach Bums Operation Santa Charity Volleyball Tournament on Saturday.
In the video you can see Krokus with a parachute above him coming in to deliver the toys, before his speed picks up and he crashes into a tree and a light pole near the sand volleyball courts.
Have you ever watched a movie or a TV show and wondered where all of the sounds came from? Believe it or not (it may be hard to believe if you know me), even though I was always fascinated by recording, I never really did. I always just assumed that they either filmed in whatever conditions they needed or dubbed in stock sound effects. I did, however, spend a lot of childhood time trying to recreate sounds with objects (fire from crinkling paper or plastic or somebody falling down a flight of stairs with an old lunchbox, for instance) and recording them. So imagine my surprise when I got a little older and learned about the art of Foley recording. My silly little pastime had a name, people got paid for it and it was arguably one of the most important parts of the entire process. How about that?
Unfortunately I’ve never gotten the chance to meet a Foley artist (the couple times I’ve been in a studio with a Foley room nobody was there), so I’ve never been able to ask all of the how do you guys do that questions I know I’d have if the opportunity ever presented itself. But until it does, at least I’ll have this video to fill in some of the blanks.
Not sure what exactly compelled Gill to write this, but the TV show she mentions is absolutely a real one.
It’s getting cold outside, but here in Nerd Power Central it’s toasty warm. Here I am to serve up some freshly baked facts and help you increase your nerd power. So go grab a hot drink, sit on down and chill, because it’s about to be a nerd party in here.
Around It Goes
Did you know that when the planet Uranus goes around the moon it tilts on its side? It would take approximately eight hours to travel from close to the sun to Uranus.
Since When Was That ok?
We head from the super cool, to the I can’t believe they aired that. In September 1990 a British production company, attempting to capitalize on 1950’s sitcoms like I Love Lucy brought out Heil Honey I’m Home. Don’t worry friends the tasteless train’s on it’s way to Bad Idea Junction. The supposed sitcom featured a modern day Hitler living with his whatever Ava was next to a Jewish couple called the Bronstines. Thankfully, although eight episodes were produced only one aired.
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It’s not the stupidest unnecessarily smart gadget I’ve ever seen (I think that honour goes to these socks), but the Hair Coach is way up there.
Yes, it is a hair brush. A hair brush with sensors in it. A hair brush that has it’s own app. A hair brush that communicates through Bluetooth. And WiFi. And it can give you personalized advice from experts. And somebody please kill me.
Experience the world’s first smart hairbrush that empowers you to track and improve hair health over time. This product results from a collaboration between Kérastase and L’Oréal, who bring worldwide hair expertise, and Nokia, which brings state of the art sensors and app connectivity to everyday products. The resulting innovation is a brush that syncs seamlessly to your smartphone to provide valuable insights that can help revolutionize the home beauty routine.
Hair health analysis
Follow hair elasticity and learn how to avoid dry hair
Measure cuticle damage to help ensure moisture retention
Optimize sebum distribution and avoid tangles
Force & rhythm
Get insight into how to avoid damaging hair
Understand and improve brushing habits
Detailed information on how use impacts hair quality
All you have to do is brush your hair — Hair Coach does the rest
Designed for optimal care and ease of use
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Seamless synchronization with the app
The brush detects when it is being used and begins data collection automatically. As soon as you complete your brushing session, all data will be sent automatically to your phone via Bluetooth® Low Energy or Wi-Fi.
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It was set to begin shipping in the Fall of 2017, but as I sit here in December that timeline is still listed on the website, so I can only assume it hasn’t. Not that any of you really care when it ships, because you’re all too smart to buy one. Right? Right?
In a move that surprised me if no one else, the International Olympic Committee stood up and actually made a reasonably good but difficult sporting decision yesterday, banning Russia from participating in the 2018 Winter Olympics. The ruling came after an investigation into allegations of a sophisticated doping scheme backed by the country’s government and also included various suspensions, lifetime bans and a $15 million fine.
“They are so scared of us,” wrote Irina Rodnina, the former Olympic skating champion who is now a pro-Kremlin MP, on Twitter. Vladimir Zhirinovsky, leader of a pro-Kremlin ultra-nationalist party, called the decision “political and sporting racism”.
Konstantin Kosachev, chair of the foreign affairs committee in the upper house of Russia’s parliament, said the decision was “part of the general western policy of holding Russia back” – a theme that was developed by other officials.
“They are always trying to put us down in everything – our way of life, our culture, our history and now our sport,” wrote Maria Zakharova, spokeswoman for the Russian foreign ministry, in a Facebook post.
Zakharova lumped in the Olympics ban with “world war, the collapse of the Soviet Union and sanctions” as ills the west had supposedly imposed on Russia.
Sergei Alekseyev, the head of the Association of Sports Lawyers, told the Parliamentskaya Gazeta newspaper: “Basically, Russians have been discriminated against based on their nationality, which is no more and no less than genocide.”
Yup, everyone’s totally fine with it.
One person who is legitimately totally fine with it at least on the surface is Vladimir Putin, who says that he won’t stand in the way of any Russian athletes who want to compete as neutrals, something the ban allows for as long as certain conditions are met. I’m not sure how in a case like this you go about sorting out truly clean athletes from dirty ones, but for the moment I’m more interested in Putin.
We know what he said, but we also know that with him, as with many politicians, there is a tendency for their words to differ from reality, sometimes profoundly and with dire consequences. It only makes sense that he, the most prominent Russian on the world stage, would put on the reasonable face and leave the crazy talk for underlings to engage in. A lot of things in the diplomatic arena are probably easier that way. but what may not be so easy is sorting out the true position of the State on what these athletes do. the Russian government hasn’t exactly been shy about harshly dealing with folks who go against it, so I hope anyone who is serious about competing knows what they may be getting into in light of all of the apparent anger. I also hope I’m over-reacting by even thinking about writing that sentence. It would be nice to believe that sports aren’t important enough to ruin or lose lives over, but to believe that we also have to believe that authoritarian governments only care selectively about being undermined on a grand scale, and I’m not sure anyone believes that.
This, essentially, is your standard, garden variety get yourself arrested so that you can smuggle things to a buddy on the inside via your inside story, and I wouldn’t even be posting it were it not for some of the items in question. Marijuana? Fine. Tobacco? Ok. A couple of knives? Woe woe woe hang on a second!
But Piper hadn’t anticipated the body scanner, standard procedure for new inmates. He refused to be scanned.
Suspecting Piper had contraband in his body, staff took him to a segregation cell with no running water so nothing could be flushed.
At the same time, Piper demanded to be put in a cell with his sister’s boyfriend. Guards declined. “It’s not a hotel room,” Nolan said.
Later, a guard saw Piper holding something and confronted him. He dropped a three-inch ceramic knife.
That’s when he confessed that he intentionally got arrested so he could bring contraband to his sister’s boyfriend. He said his sister told him her boyfriend would electronically transfer $2,000. He now agreed to be scanned.
“The body scan revealed Mr. Piper still had contraband in his body,” Nolan said. “He was placed in a cell and directed to produce the contents.”
He produced the contraband, including packets of pot that weighed a total of 71 grams.
I realize that it’s sort of a no-win situation an that the kind of person who agrees to potentially stab additional holes in his ass for 2 grand probably isn’t the clearest thinker, but when presented with the choice of the body scanner or the certain doom of your operation because you’re being weird about the body scanner, wouldn’t it make more sense to take your chances with the body scanner? No automated security procedure is absolutely perfect, so it’s possible that it might fail to detect the payload. If it does, you’re golden. Or maybe you’re brown. Whichever colour you prefer, you’ve got it made once you figure out how to get your cargo from you to your customer. And even if the scanner does nab you, at least you gave it your best try and can be proud that you were cool under pressure. immense, gut busting pressure.
Gill doesn’t seem to be feeling Christmas this year. I’ve been there, though for different reasons.
Some of my favorite memories are coming downstairs Christmas morning and sitting by the fire to open the stockings. Other favorite moments involve sitting in the living room of my family’s 100 year old farmhouse hot chocolate, or in later years a coffee at my side opening gifts and having laughs and joy.
When The Fun Stopped
Having a disability meant having to collect money from the government, and being on a very fixed very low income. When Christmas advertisements come around in early November, sometimes I am still reminded of the farmhouse fun, but others, especially if it’s some fine jewelry that I couldn’t possibly afford to give my mom I have mixed feelings.
How It Makes Me Feel
For the most part there’s a touch of sadness, but sometimes it spirals down in to something that resembles anger mixed with embarrassment. Case in point, in 2013 I bought my sister something from Wallmart, and initially she seemed grateful, but a few months later she basically told me I was “white trash`.
The Tiffany’s Incident
Not to be out done my sister that same Christmas gave my mom a bracelet from Tiffany. It needed a little fix up a few months later, and since we were in Toronto we went in to Tiffany. I immediately got uncomfortable, and longed to tell my mom to leave me outside because I clearly didn’t belong in such a classy place.
What’s My Point?
I honestly feel that the holidays should be more about time honored traditions, the turkey, going visiting, or gathering around great-aunt Merna’s piano to sing those classic carols.
I think 2017 is starting to get to Gill a little. She’s right though, we could all do with more kindness.
Remember six days ago when I talked about Mr. Patel and how he helped me out? No big deal right? Actually what he was doing, with out knowing it was spreading love. That was the first of several techniques people use, or should use to make this world better.
From My Childhood
When I was maybe four or five a thought occurred, what if people sat down with chocolate chip cookies and milk and used their words rather than weapons? Wouldn’t that be nice? I even had the perfect place for it called Idea House.
The Rules At Idea House
1 you had to sit and talk nicely.
2 There would be a never ending supply of cookies and milk.
3 Weapons weren’t allowed.
4 You had to shake hands with whomever you hated before leaving the house.
5 You had to make a vow of doing only kind things to others also before leaving.
Believe It Or Not
I still visit that spot in my head from time to time, and although over 30 years has gone by I still believe that there is hope.