Kumpulan Foto Unik dan Aneh Bikin Ketawa

Kumpulan Foto Unik dan Aneh Bikin Ketawa - untuk postingan kali ini FaceBlog ingin berbagi foto-foto gokil, lucu, aneh, bikin ketawa dan ngakak. persiapkan dulu mental anda untuk melihat beberapa foto lucu dan unik ini. Mari kita ngakak baeng , hahaha

Inidia Kumpulan Foto-Foto Unik Dan Aneh :

1.Obat Pemberani Antangin, Eh bukan maksudnya Nantangin. haha

2.Orang pendek pede banget jalan sama cewek tinggi.

3.Pak polisi lagi dines, tapi dinesnya jualan sayuran.. sayurrr...!!! sayurr...!!!

4.Dasar juragan gombal...

5. Nenek Mabookk...!!!

6. Obat sakit hati.. Maafin...!!

7. Banyak celah untuk rokok.

8. Kartu perdana terbaru nih. Mencari.!!

9. Pangkas Rambut Kilat banget..

10. Mie paling enak nih. Mi Yabi Mantap..!!

11. Obat sakit kepala Parahmen..!!

12. Obat tolak jelek (Obat ganteng) GANTENGIN..!!!

13. Sule ikutan Point Blank.

14. WOWWW...

15. Mesin jahit bayi..

16. Obat sakit kepala paling ampuh. Budrek migra..!

17. Obat diare ter manjur. DIEMPET... :D

Empat Biarawan

Salam damai....
Nggak ada komentar deh buat joke dibawah ini....Tapi kayaknya sih bisa
bikin "perut mules"....(karena kebanyakan ketawa).
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Empat orang biarawan diijinkan untuk pergi bermalam minggu oleh
Pastur, namun harus melaporkan hal apa saja yang telah mereka lakukan.
Keesokannya ....

Biarawan I : "Pastur semalam saya telah berdosa karena menonton film,
yang tidak sepantasnya di tonton"
Pastur : "Dosamu telah diampuni, karena kamu telah mengaku,
Sekarang pergi dan minumlah air suci!"

Mendengar hal itu si Biarawan IV, yang berada di urutan paling
belakang, tersenyum kecil.

Biarawan II : "Pastur, semalam saya berdosa karena saya tidak hati-
hati mengendarai motor sehingga menabrak seekor anjing
dan membunuhnya!"
Pastur : "Dosamu telah diampuni, karena kamu telah mengaku,
Sekarang pergi dan minumlah air suci!"

Biarawan IV, kembali tersenyum, diikuti dengan tertawa "he..he..
he...he...he..."

Biarawan III: "Pastur semalam saya berdosa karena tidak sengaja
melihat tetangga saya sedang mandi"
Pastur : "Dosamu telah diampuni, karena kamu telah mengaku,
Sekarang pergi dan minumlah air suci!"

Biarawan IV tidak tahan lagi tertawa makin keras, "Hua...ha...ha..."

Pastur : "Mengapa kamu tertawa seperti itu, Apa yang kamu
lakukan semalam?"
Biarawan IV : "Saya buang air kecil di tempat air suci, Pastur!"

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Marilah kita hidup dengan sopan, seperti pada siang hari,
jangan dalam pesta pora dan kemabukan, jangan dalam percabulan
dan hawa nafsu, jangan dalam perselisihan dan iri hati. (Roma 13:13)
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Kiriman dari Totok (christianto(at))


disadur dari : www.sabda.org (177)

Ketika Laki-laki Berbohong

Seorang penjual minyak goreng keliling seperti biasa menjajakan dagangannya di tepian Sungai Citarum. "Nyak nyak minyaaak..." ,teriaknya.

Di jalanan menurun tiba-tiba gerobaknya yang penuh dengan botol minyak tergelincir ke Sungai Citarum. Plung ... lap ... tenggelam deh ceritanya....

Huuu ... huuu ... menangislah dia ... "Harus kuberi makan apa istriku nanti ... huuu...." Tiba-tiba ... seorang Malaikat yang baik hati muncul dan bertanya :

"Hai,BAJURI ... kenapa gerangankah sehingga engkau menangis begitu ?"

Ternyata ... namanya BAJURI ... tahu juga ya itu Malaikat ... "Oh, Malaikat ... gerobak minyak goreng saya tergelincir ke sungai...."

"Baiklah ... aku akan ambilkan untukmu...."

Tiba-tiba Malaikat itu menghilang dan muncul lagi dengan sebuah kereta kencana dari emas, penuh dengan botol dari intan ... "Inikah punyamu?" tanya Malaikat....

"Bukan ... gerobakku tidak sebagus itu ... mana mungkin penghasilan saya yang 20 juta sebulan bisa beli kereta kencana? Itu pun sudah ditambah komisi penjualan yang cuma sedikit"

Malaikat itu pun menghilang lagi dan muncul dengan sebuah kereta perak dengan botol dari perunggu. "Inikah punyamu?" tanyanya lagi.

"Bukan, hai Malaikat yang baik ... Punyaku cuma dari besi biasa ... botolnya juga botol biasa ...." Lalu Malaikat itu pergi lagi ... dan kali ini kembali dengan gerobak dan botol Si BAJURI.

"Inikah punyamu?"

"benar ya Malaikat. Terima kasih sekali engkau telah mengambilkannya untukku".

Malaikat berkata", Engkau jujur sekali, ya BAJURI. Untuk itu sebagai hadiah ... aku berikan semua kereta dan botol tadi untukmu...."

"???????? ... terima kasih ya Tuhan ... terima kasih ya Malaikat...."

Sebulan kemudian, BAJURI rafting bersama istrinya di sungai yang sama ... Naas tak dapat ditolak, malang tak bisa dihindari ... Perahu karetnya terbalik dan istrinya hanyut...

"Huuu ... huuu ... istriku ... di mana engkau ....", isaknya....

Tiba-tiba Malaikat pun muncul lagi ... "Kenapa lagi engkau, ya BAJURI ?"

"Istri saya hanyut dan tenggelam di sungai, hai Malaikat ..."

"Ohhh ... tenang ... aku ambilkan...."

Plash ... Malaikat itu menghilang dan tiba-tiba muncul kembali sambil membawa Nafa Urbach ... yang ada tato mawar di perutnya ... "Inikah istrimu?" tanya Malaikat....

"Betul, Malaikat ... dialah istriku...."

"Haaaaaa ... BAJURI!!!" Malaikat membentak marah. "Sejak kapan kamu berani bohong? Di manakah kejujuran kamu sekarang?"

Sambil bergetar dan berjongkok ... BAJURI berkata :

"Ya, Malaikat ... kalau aku jujur ... nanti engkau menghilang lagi dan membawa Bella Saphira ... kalau kubilang lagi bukan ... maka engkau akan menghilang lagi dan membawa lagi istriku yang sebenarnya ... Lalu ... engkau akan bilang bahwa aku jujur sekali ... dan engkau akan memberikan ketiga-tiganya kepadaku... Buat membiayai hidup Nafa saja aku bingung gimana caranya ... apalagi tiga-tiganya???" Malaikat pun termangu & bengong....

"Benar juga kamu ... kamu realistis ..."


di kirim oleh : Liquid Yahoo

Pose Foto Dengan Gaya Alami

Di suatu acara kelulusan SD seorang ibu sedang mencoba memotret anaknya yang baru lulus SD. Sang ibu menyuruh sang Ayah untuk ikut berpose bersama dengan si anak, dan memberi beberapa instruksi.

"Ayo ... bergayalah dengan gaya yang alami, jangan terkesan dibuat-buat," kata ibu.

"Nak ... rangkullah ayahmu, lingkarkan tanganmu di bahu ayahmu."

Lalu sang ayah menyahut, "Ibu ini macam-macam aja. Kalau mau gaya kami terlihat alami, kenapa tidak kau suruh anak kita untuk menaruh tangannya di dompetku."

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"Hendaklah kasih itu jangan pura-pura!
Jauhilah yang jahat dan lakukanlah yang baik." (Roma 12:9)
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Sumber: Saturday's Humor -- ncantafio(at)

Vanity, Thy Name is Academic

As I navigate my way through the strange political maze of academia, I've been trying to categorize different personality types as I encounter them as a means for better understanding how to work with (near) them. I've decided if I can talk with someone and figure out what motivates them, I can better adjust myself to have a more positive conversation with them.

One personality type that can quickly be spotted is The Vain Academic. This is a person who boasts about their high impact publications, frequently drops names of their famous friends, and speaks disdainfully of others (particularly students). If you're familiar with Harry Potter, in my mind I usually think of this person as Professor Slughorn.

Sometimes, a vain person can be appeased with flattery and encouragement. You can quietly smile and nod your head at the right times, gently fanning their ego while occasionally making intelligent quips of your own so they still consider you a respectable peer. You do not dominate the conversation.

However, Vain Academics are people you need to tread carefully around, particularly as a junior person. Their egos are extremely fragile; much of their self-esteem is wrapped up in their accolades and connections. If they perceive any hint of false flattery or mocking behavior, the relationship will sour quickly. Furthermore, if you over-elevate them, they will then view you in a contemptuous way, which becomes difficult to recover from.

On the other hand, The Vain Academic also seeks approval from all, so even if you commit a gaffe (which you surely will), you can probably recover from it. Especially if you are a peer or superior, they will want you in their fan club.

Remember that old advice, "At dinner, you can judge a person by how they treat the waiter"? It's the same with academics; in particular, how they treat students. This is probably the biggest tip off.

Kudos, Zach Weiner!

Today's Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal totally made my day.

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Fun with Google

You know that game where you type something into Google and note its wacky suggestions? I have no idea why, but I tried it today with 'Professors are'. This is the result:

So it would appear I am a candy bar, overpaid, and super-mean. Excellent! Ready for the Spring semester to start.

I also tried 'Computer Scientists are', and this is the result:

I suppose 3/4 ain't bad (I kind of like the blank one...)

NSF Fastlane: Party like it's 1999

I know the government is a monolith.

I know the government does not have any in-house software developers anymore to write and maintain software.

I know these are Troubled Economic Times.

But, still, what's up with Fastlane? This system is a dinosaur snail. I've had simple figureless PDFs take a century to distill.

NSF, if you fund me, in addition to doing amazing research I'll stick a few of my a-ma-zing undergrads on revamping Fastlane. Actually, I'll make it a class project and stick a gazillion undergrads on it. Give us a semester, that puppy will zip.

Science literacy fail

Image description: Google News headline "Study warns of  chemicals in canned foods"

Oh noes! There are chemicals in our food!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Good luck avoiding chemicals tomorrow as you feast, breathe, and digest. :-)

Don't Stop B-cell-ievin'

On the topic of "teaching as performance", this video making the rounds is by Richard Bungiro, Immunology lecturer at Brown. He calls this "immunolo-glee", "Don't Stop B-cell-ievin'".

Kudos to Richard -- it takes guts to sing in front of students, and I think anything to make science lectures exciting is a great idea. (You know, give them some pep -tides*)

Here's the clip:

(*) Sorry, couldn't resist.

All in a day's work

Today I received my first "Yo Professor!" email of the semester*, had a student sitting in my office providing an unsolicited out-of-the-blue trashing of some colleagues, and, during the meeting, had a student who I've never seen before just walk in to my office asking to borrow a stapler.**

Last week another female STEM professor and I were walking down the street and a car of young men drove past and started honking and shouting. And another almost-student posted very bizarre ethnic and racial slurs online.

I think we need R. Lee Ermey to give the opening speech at orientation, whoever is doing it now is clearly too much of a softie.

Apparently it's not just me having fun encounters with students this week! Must be all the crazy weather.

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(*) Actually, at least he called me Professor instead of Mrs., or, worse, Mr. (That gender confusion happened last week, actually. "I'd really like to talk to Dr. FCS about his research program.")

(**) Ok, so it's Labor Day, so maybe the main office was closed. But it seems to me he could have knocked. And left when he saw another student was in my office. And, apologized and/or left when I growled and scowled. @Piggie(Oh, Ermeyyyyyyyyyy).

Why I'm glad Computer Scientists invented the internet -

- and not politicians. (No offense, Al).

Apparently after Sarah Palin's recent gaffe claiming a revisionist American history regarding Paul Revere's ride (and then doubling down about it), inspired a group of her supporters to rewrite the Revere wikipedia page to support her statements. As it happens, an interview with Sarah Palin does not exactly constitute a valid source, so Wikipedia said, "uh, no," and that was that.

Not that Wikipedia was exactly a bastion of valid historical data to begin with (and people are easily fooled by citation-looking-things), but this was a pretty weird thing for Palin-fans to do in my not particularly humble opinion. (Twitter is much better for spreading misinformation, doncha know?)

Anyway - Pedantic Wikipedia editors: 1, Wignuts: 0.

Also:

Image description: Paul Revere holds his head in his hand
whilst holding a teapot.

Credit: From Charles Johnson, from Boing Boing.

A Tryst by Typo

One of my email accounts is spelled in a very similar way to another person's, so sometimes I get their mail. We share a name. (Let's say it's "Ada").  

A few weeks ago, I got a letter that looked something like this:

Hey Dr. Ada,   

I know its prolly not appropriate to be writing this, but I cant wait to see u nekkid, covered in chocolate. 

Happy Easter,
Sam

My first thought was, "OMG! Did I have a student named Sam? What the heck?!?" Then I realized I was not the intended recipient and ignored it.

I got another email about a week later asking why I hadn't replied to the first one.  

Yesterday I received one about coordinating a morning "meeting", and that although we'd said 9:30, Sam would be ok with starting at 8 to "get things moving". Then today he sent an email describing some rather graphic details of what transpired. (These details are left as an exercise to the reader.)

I can't tell you how amused I am by all this. I keep debating how I might reply to Sam, or how I can contact the other Dr. Ada. I wonder if she's a PhD or an MD, and I wonder if Sam is her student. Then I wonder if he is her student and they are having a tryst, how on earth does she tolerate his egregious grammar and spelling errors?

In any case, I'm glad they're not using .edu addresses to conduct their rendezvous, as I'm pretty sure that's discoverable.

This post brought to you by the letter Z

I find it really funny how the recent trend in food marketing has made its way into engineering schools.

It used to be, "Grilled Cheese.... $2.99". Now you see things things like "Grilled Panini with New York Artisan Cheddar....$3.99". I can't blame the restaurateurs - there's plenty of research to back up this new labeling trend.

But I find it entertaining to see this branding happening more frequently at engineering schools. It used to be "State University School of Engineering", now it's, "The Piggy M. and Kermit T. Frog School of Engineering and Applied Sciences", followed in tiny letters, almost as an after thought - "At State University".

I'm most amused by the insane amount of words on the business cards of people with endowed professorships and prestigious society memberships who work in a named schools of engineering in differently named buildings. Their cards look like this:

Dr. Abby Cadabby
The Monster Cookie Company Professor of Computing
Muppet Academy of Engineering Fellow
The Kermit T. and Piggy M. Frog School of Engineering and Applied Science
The Bert and Ernie Building
101 Sesame Street
(etc.)

I suppose I should only be amused in a sad sort of way, because what I suspect all of these named things mean is that public support for universities and research is so dismal that people have to take money from any source they can.

Nonetheless, when I see things like this I usually think something silly like, "... and french fries and a side salad, please."

Why scientists make great parents

Image Description: For Better or For Worse Comic from April 17, 2011. Michael's dad tells him to go to bed. Michael says it's not fair, because every kid in town gets to stay up later than he does. His dad says, "Really? Well I don't want to be unreasonable. You take a survey of every kid in town your age, and we'll base your bedtime on their average." Michael looks befuddled and says he'll go to bed. He then says to his bear, "We're in trouble, Teddy - they're getting smarter."

Conference, I thee wed

Recently I was joining a professional organization outside my discipline. I went to the website to register, and was asked:

Description: CAT-5 wedding rings, 

Source: engadget

- My birthday

- My marital status

- The name of my spouse

- My anniversary date

And this isn't some skeezy society that is secretly marketing its members, this is a valid, bone fide organization!

I wonder if they will send me free coupons to their journal on my birthday, and a special society mug on my anniversary. That'd be great. IEEE and ACM definitely need to get in on this action.

Agent's Smith Registry

I have just discovered the joy that is comixed.com. This one is probably my favorite so far:

Image Description*: Panel 1: Neo says, "So you just keep duplicating
your program over and over? Aren't you afraid of registry errors?"
Panel 2: Agent Smith says, "Mr. Anderson...Do you honestly think that I would allow
there to be any errors in my system's regist.."
Panel 3: Hugo Weaving in drag with an outlandish orange and yellow costume.
Panel 4: Agent Smith (I think?) with white light coming out of his eyes.

While we're talking about The Matrix, I just stumbled across this video of a recreation of a scene from the film in Lego. I somehow missed it the first time around when it came out in 2009, so in case you did too here it is:

You can also watch the side-by-side with the original film. It's amazing. 

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* From now on I'm going to try to make my captions more accessible to readers who are blind and/or visually impaired. Please call me on it if I forget!

Those who trade security for coffee deserve neither

A recent article reports results from a survey which shows, among other things, that companies are spending more money on coffee for their employees than securing their "web applications", whatever that means. (In this day and age, is there any application that doesn't have at least some network-facing capability?)

In any case, being an advocate of both strong coffee and strong encryption, I can understand the dilemma. You need to caffeinate your sysadmins so they can keep up their daily grind of writing Javascript, while still allowing them to esperesso themselves that, actually, not beaning standards compliant is going to cause a latte problems.

(Coffee pun hat tip)

Journal of Universal Rejection

This is absolutely fanTASTIC. I especially love the archives.

About the Journal

The founding principle of the Journal of Universal Rejection (JofUR) is rejection. Universal rejection. That is to say, all submissions, regardless of quality, will be rejected. Despite that apparent drawback, here are a number of reasons you may choose to submit to the JofUR:

  * You can send your manuscript here without suffering waves of anxiety regarding the eventual fate of your submission. You know with 100% certainty that it will not be accepted for publication.
  * There are no page-fees.
  * You may claim to have submitted to the most prestigious journal (judged by acceptance rate).
  * The JofUR is one-of-a-kind. Merely submitting work to it may be considered a badge of honor.
  * You retain complete rights to your work, and are free to resubmit to other journals even before our review process is complete.
  * Decisions are often (though not always) rendered within hours of submission.

PS: I'm really tempted to submit something, just to see what happens.

PPS: The other joke here is, "Q: We're in CS - what about the conference of universal rejection? A: Wasn't that last year's SIGGRAPH?" (Or CVPR? SIGCOMM? Not sure what the snobbiest conference is these days, people love to complain about all of them!)

Digging to America

Under an avalanche of deadlines, travel, and other sundries I have been finding refuge in lightweight fiction. Last weekend at the library I borrowed Digging to America by Anne Tyler, which has at times had me rolling on the floor laughing. Other times it is less lightweight than I would have liked, but halfway through the book I'll still recommend it*.

Several passages in this novel have reminded me of anecdotes told by online friends Pika and GMP. There is one character, Maryam, has lived in the US for a very long time but due to her Iranian accent people still always ask her where she's from. For example, Maryam is at a party:

First he talked to Sami, on his other side... then it was Maryam's turn: How long had she been in this country? and did she like it?

Maryam hated being asked such questions, partly because she had answered them so many times before but also because she preferred to imagine (unreasonable though it was) that maybe she didn't always, instantly, come across as a foreigner. "Where are you from?" someone might just ask when she was priding herself on having navigated some particularly intricate and illogical piece of English. She longed to say, "From Baltimore. Why?" but lacked the nerve. Now she spoke so courteously that Lou could have no inkling how she felt. "I've been here thirty-nine years," she said, and "Yes, of course I love it." 

My favorite thing about this book is that the writer is extremely subtle and clever in how she brings up American cultural unawareness. There is one character, Bitsy, who tries so hard to get others to be "culturally sensitive" to her adopted daughter Jin-Ho that she is inadvertently over-the-top culturally insensitive to her Iranian friends. I find this character almost too embarrassing to read at times, but then I realize that's the entire point.

I find the "mommy wars" in this book exceptionally comical and well-penned, because all I can think is how I know people exactly like those characterized. Bitsy is often judgmental (and/or jealous) of her friend Ziba's parenting; her daughter Susan is a peer to Jin-Ho and was adopted on the same day.

A while ago, Sami and Ziba had gone away for the weekend and left Susan with Maryam. Bitsy was amazed when she heard about it. During her own brief absences - never longer than a couple hours, and only for unavoidable reasons such as doctor appointments - she used a person from Sitters Central, a woman certified in infant CPR. Anyhow, her mother was too frail to babysit and her in-laws had made it plain taht they had their own busy lives. But under no circumstances would she have considered leaving Jin-Ho overnight. She would have been frantic with worry! Children were so fragile. She realized that now. When you thought of all that could happen, the electrical sockets and the Venetian-blind cords and the salmonella chicken and the toxic furniture polish and the windpipe-sized morsels of food and the uncapped medicine bottles and the lethal two inches of bathtub water, it seemed miraculous that any child at all made it through to adulthood.

Finally, for you academic types, I'll leave you a quote in the style of FSP:

Her family visited constantly. They showed up every weekend with platters of eggplant and jars of homemade yogurt. They hugged Sami to their chest and inquired after his studies. In Mr. Hakimi's opinion, European history was not the best choice of fields. "You propose to do what with this? To teach," he said. "You will become a professor, teaching students who'll become professors in turn and teach other students who will become professors also. It reminds me of those insects who only live a few days, only for the purpose of reproducing their species. 

:-)

(*) Though if this book turns into an awful ball of mush, I will rescind this remark.