Think about this, Stephen Hawking!

My housemate was watching Yellow Submarine yesterday. As I was going to shower I started to listen to the movie too. I heard the thing about time travel in the movie while I was shaving in the bathroom. They got smaller and smaller as they went back in time. Also their moustache vanished. As they went back to the future (or present time) they grew back. (Both, the Beatles and their moustaches.)

This made me think. If you would shave your face, then travel back in time and you get younger and younger. When you go past (or before, however you wanna think about it) your puberty and your hair growth stops, you stop the time travel there. Then travel back to the future, or the present, anyways, to what now is now.

Does your beard, fingernails and hair grow that long as you would never cut them before?

And if they grow, where does the energy come from? Otherwise, the energy to grow back must be there somewhere when you are young (but where?), but as you have cut fingernails and hair along your live, the matter is lost - where does the energy come from when you travel back to your own time? I think you might be quite hungry then.

Hm.. Maybe this could be a perfect weight-loss treatment. Go back in time, then travel back into the present and transform fat into hair and fingernails and simply cut the extra fat off like hair.

Also, as H. G. Wells wrote in "The Time Machine" (1895), you can't change the past. As in, you can't just check the lottery numbers and go back in time to tell them to yourself. Since from where you came, it didn't happen.

You can meet your friends in the past, like in The Time Machine. So can you meet yourself, like Hunter S. Thompson in a club in San Francisco? If you can, can you shake hands with yourself, or do you vanish, like in van Damme's Time Cop? And if you vanish, where does the matter go? And if you can meet yourself, shake hands with your self and have a conversation with yourself, do you remember shaking hands with yourself twice when you go back to your own time from the past? (1st time in the past, 2nd time when you travel to the past.)

Aphorism Of The Day Pt.1

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus.
What? You mean some are barren and unchanging and the others are toxic and full of sulphur?

Sometimes it's just half a cup

I was asked this question (again) a short while ago. "Is half a cup, half full or half empty?" Tough question. I had to think about it and yes, there is a difference. It depends which way the level of liquid is going. If you fill the cup only halfway, it is half full, as you didn't fill it right up to the top. If, however, you fill it completely, and then drink it to the halfway, it is half empty. You can's fill a cup half empty, and you can't drink a cup half full.

There's an exception to this. If you are drinking your drink, say, in a bar, and you forget your glass on the table. Then you turn back to it, it can have both, half full and half empty conditions depending on your memory (or optimism/pessimism). If you thought "gosh, I need to get another drink in a while, as my drink was almost finished" and you see the half-filled glass, you shout in your head: "Hey! It's still half-full!" - If, on the other hand you're thinking "ah, still got almost a full glass, lemme take a sip... Hey! It's already half empty!"

My conclusion is: A pessimist would have a half full cup, while an optimist would have a half empty one.

Why didn't I file a patent years ago?

I can only blame myself on this one. I had the exact idea of a mobile phone design as this Irish guy.

With my old Nokia 3210, that had thin keypad side and thick screen side, it was more natural in my hand the other way around. My palms gave support to the whole phone, and the screen was not hanging in the air.

Also, this way your hands are protecting the screen. If you text or read text messages in a train, the guy sitting next to you can't see the screen.

Why, oh, why didn't I patent this idea back then? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It's raining mice!

This morning when I was about to go to work, I stepped outside of my door and lit a cigarette. I heard a splash maybe a metre and a half away from me. As if a small apple would've fallen from relatively high. I looked around, but there was nothing. Except a tiny grey thing on the ground. I stepped forward and noticed it was a mouse.

It was laying on it's side and twitching. The hindlegs were twitching as if the mouse would have an epileptic seizure or something. From that I knew at least it's spine was fine. But where did it come from? There's only a building next to me. I assume it was either climbing the wall somehow and fell, or walking on the roof and slipped. I was thinking should I kill it and end it's misery or leave it there. I decided to wait a bit and see.

It stopped the twitching, but looked like it was still conscious. Moving a bit. It started to stretch itself, and eventually turned itself on it's belly. Then it just ran off. A bit slowly for a mouse, but nevertheless, it ran away. The only thing was the behind of the mouse was going a bit on the side and the hindlegs were quite wide. I guess it'll recover. Didn't seem to break even a bone.

I seriously didn't see that coming.

Stepping outside of your door and a mouse falls from the sky right next to you.

...Amsterdam, Amsterdam, Amsterdam...