Wednesday 26 November 2014

Today's Daily Brain Teaser (Nov 27, 2014)

Trance, Stain, Chime...



TRANCE, STAIN, CHIME, TUBA and PERK. These words all belong to the same logical family. Which of the following words also belongs to that family?

GERMANE, EMBARGO, BANANA and NIGHTMARE





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To Whom It May Concern: How to Get a Job Interview With a Joke Application

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I have been unemployed for the best part of the last three years. Despite a couple of creative successes it wasn't viable to lead an existence on the back of these, so I had to look for a real job. I did try to achieve this, but I wasn't getting any results so I was told that perhaps I wasn't trying hard enough. So earlier this year I really went for it, spending most of my days filling out application forms and tweaking cover letters, only resting to occasionally glance at the Gilmore Girls double bill on TV (for I find it stems the flow of hopelessness brought on by rejection emails). Alas, I still had no luck, and no amount of Lorelai and Rory escapades could console me, so I threw in the towel.



However, I was rather frustrated and I didn't want to give up entirely, so in a moment of reckless abandon I responded to a couple of job ads with the following cover letter:



To whom it may concern,





I was pleased to come across the admin assistant role as I believe I have the relevant skills for the job.



I perform administrative tasks to a high standard and approach stuffing envelopes with enthusiasm. For instance, when sending out invoices, I sprinkle some glitter in the envelope with a few lavender heads so that it looks and smells pleasant upon receipt. I have good verbal and written communication skills, when answering the phone I often adopt different regional accents such as Hull and West Country, but I am hoping to learn more and possibly branch out into Scottish. I am adept at writing and I demonstrate this by putting little hearts above my i's.



I'm willing to learn and I am able to do about twelve lunges in one go which shows my determination and passion for the role. I look forward to hearing from you.



Yours faithfully,



Chris





Later on that day I received an email from one of the companies, I was expecting a rejection or perhaps an angry note telling me off for wasting their time and being generally obnoxious, but to my surprise, it was an invitation to an interview. I was confused. Perhaps they were testing me, seeing how far I would take the joke. Perhaps the application process followed a reality TV show format in which I was 'the wild card,' someone who was clearly terrible but had to be included for entertainment purposes (much like Stevi on the X Factor, in which case I would break down during the interview and say 'you don't know how much I want this' through intermittent sobs while a Coldplay song plays over it).



It turned out that they weren't testing me at all, and I ended up being shortlisted for a second interview after the initial one. I found the idea of this to be quite absurd, and this absurdity was underpinned by three questions. The first question was that if I could get an interview just by sending out a joke cover letter that took me all of three minutes to write, why had I spent three years using conventional methods? Maybe the job application process was changing, and now all you had to do was get noticed in any way you could. This makes sense when looking at it from the employer's perspective. They receive so many applications that they are likely to remember the ones that stick out, no matter how absurd they are. Of course, this doesn't bode well for applicants that are sending off proper cover letters that they've actually taken time over.



I ended up sending off two more joke cover letters, one written in the style of Jane Austen, and another as a script for a Broadway musical. Both had led to interview invitations, which left me not quite knowing where I stood, leading me to my second question. Suppose I come across a job that I really want, am I compromising my chances by sending a joke application and not taking it seriously enough, or am I actually compromising myself by sending a genuine, more conventional application and being too serious? This is the problem I face now, for there is always that thought at the back of my mind that, 'maybe I could have been successful if I had just sent off a serious and proper application,' for if I wanted the job enough, I guess my cover letter would be interesting and engaging enough to stand out. But then again, over three years of job application failure might be enough to tell me that this method doesn't work, not for me anyway.



A point I had overlooked was that I was only getting interviews with arts organisations. I had taken it for granted that the industry I was applying to be part of was perhaps more liberal and open to 'unique' applications. I imagine it would be a different story if I had applied to law firms, in fact, I sent several of these jokey applications to companies on the Reed website, which consists mainly of accountancy firms and the like. Not one of them got back to me, which wasn't surprising as it would have been a little naïve to expect the same reaction from a Hillingdon shipping company that I got from a design company in Shoreditch.



On the way to one of the interviews I pondered over the third question. Would I be asked to demonstrate some of the 'skills' I mentioned in my cover letter? As I walked through Old Street station I proceeded to practice my best Scottish accent just in case. The truth was that I didn't really want the job, but I was going through the motions because I felt I wasn't in a position to turn down an interview and potential employment. I also wanted to see how far I could take the joke, and if, six months down the line I was miserable in an admin job, part of me would feel a little smug that I had got that job by essentially joking around. Victory would be mine, sort of.



I didn't get the job after all, but I still feel quite smug that I managed to get as far as I did. I haven't sent off anymore joke cover letters of late, but I have just recorded a song entitled, 'It's My Dream (To Be an Admin Assistant),' which is essentially a cover letter in musical form. I intend to apply for a few jobs with it and see where that gets me, but like X Factor's Stevi who was recently kicked out of the competition, perhaps there is only so far a 'wild card' can go. However, this whole thing has actually made the usual soul destroying job application process quite enjoyable, which I guess is a small victory. http://ift.tt/1xGwdKr



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European Comedy Tour Journal, Day Twelve: Vesteras

I am comedian Kai Humphries. Each autumn I tour throughout the UK with my fellow stand-up and flatmate Daniel Sloss. This year we also roll out the tour to Europe for the first time, visiting 18 major cities over 21 dates. To amuse myself whilst we travel between cities (and whilst Daniel snores) I am keeping a journal of our adventures in the style of a scientific journal where my study subject is Daniel and my role as his support act is merely a disguise to cover up my true objective which is to psycho-analyse his behaviour.


Day: Twelve



Date: 7 November 2014



Destination: Vesteras (Sweden)



Subject: Daniel Sloss



14:00

I haven't stumbled upon my subject all afternoon and I dare say I have enjoyed the serenity. Daniel has become quite the nuisance of late, it isn't uncommon for him to press every button on the elevator control panel in order to send the carriage to its uppermost extremity calling at every floor en route. Upon arrival at my desired floor Daniel will quite predictably follow his puerile misdeed by attempting to obstruct my exit with an intrusive physical act that closely resembles wrestling. It is not difficult to vanquish his attempted impediment due to his meek and puny frame. I must say I do admire the heart that he applies to such a fruitless task but I have to question where he gets his unfounded optimism to achieve his goal, given that he has the physical presence of a small child. Perhaps the key to his career success boils down to this extraordinary ability to dream. Although I never initiate such behaviour I have little other option than to compromise my own maturity by engaging in the formality of fending him off, noncompliance would result in spending an extended period of time in the enclosed space for no other reason than to concede victim to my subject's sinister intentions.



Another of his tedious stunts is to obtain a handful of crushed or cubed ice from the dispensers often found in the hotel hallways and wield it towards me as either a melee or projectile weapon depending on his range. To avoid the impending assault I must move rapidly towards the safety of my hotel room, but more often than not the hasty fumbling of my room key conduces to stall my evacuation long enough for the cold wet compound to rain down on my head and neck causing a great deal of discomfort.



These are just some of the tribulations I must endure to conduct this comprehensive study of Daniel's behaviour.



15:00

We are in the car on the way to Vesteras, which they care to pronounce 'Westeros' the name given to the domain wonderfully conjured by George RR Martin in The Song of Ice and Fire books. Due to the beautifully blonde constitution of the Swedish people which reflects that of the Lannisters and Targarians I feel as though all I am missing is a tunic and a flagon of ale to complete the illusion.



17:30

Before we arrived at the theatre we stopped by a local radio station so my subject could be interrogated. The host of the broadcast asked my subject what he would be doing with his life had he not found his calling as a stand up comedian, to which Daniel rather tragically responded that he'd probably be working in a job he hated, married to a spouse he didn't love, with children he didn't want. On measuring this brutally self aware proclamation I don't think Daniel considered the target audience of drive time radio.



23:00

Tonight's gig was wonderful, we came to the mutual conclusion that it was potentially our favourite performance to date, but I truly believe we have been fortunate enough to have this feeling on multiple occasions and this time only feels so prominent because it is the most recent. It would be unfair to choose a favourite when still immersed in the moment of one such event shedding bias on our decision making skills.



I shared my role as support act with a hugely successful Swedish comedian named Märten Anderson, he has provided us with his fantastic company on this leg of our tour and tonight I got to witness him perform incredibly to a very responsive Vesteras audience. Although I do not comprehend a word of Swedish, the language in which Märten conducted his repertoire, I was memorised into chuckling at the correct moments by the waves of audience laughter harmoniously washing over me to the familiar rhythm of his delivery. I was flabbergasted by the hypnotic qualities of comedy and the disconcerting effects that being part of a crowd can have on your natural impulses, it made me stop to wonder if any of our audience have understood a word of our Newcastle and Scottish accents on this tour, or whether we have just succeeded in bewitching them this whole time.



01:30

I bed down experiencing a sense of smug satisfaction. Our customary elevator showdown resulted in me seizing my subject's room key from his possession, then tossing it through the dwindling slither of space between the closing elevator door with expert precision. As the distance grew between Daniel and entry to his room, I watched his face resign to an expression of defeat, then quietly but victoriously, walked away.



01:47

There was a mysterious knock at my parlour door snatching me from the clutches of sleep, now I am both wet and cold.



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During the ’92 Rodney King riots in LA, Korean store owners, afraid the LAPD…

Rodney_King_riots_cropped During the ’92 Rodney King riots in LA, Korean store owners, afraid the LAPD would not come to their aid, banded together on rooftops with assault weapons and saved Koreatown from looting.






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Hilarious Video Shows What The Powerpuff Girls Would Be Like In Real Life (NSFW)

When droves of us watched The Powerpuff Girls, we never thought the day would come when Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup would be discussing er, anal sex and body fat.



The clever folks at FoxADHD.com have figured out what it would be like if grown-up channel HBO had made The Powerpuff Girls instead of Cartoon Network.



The American network, which produced Sex And The City and Curb Your Enthusiasm, focuses on more adult themes and has a more mature audience.



So, here's The Powerpuff Girls as HBO would have done it. Ah, what would Professor Utonium have said? http://ift.tt/eA8V8J



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In 1964, riots broke out in North Philadelphia over a false rumor…

In 1964, riots broke out in North Philadelphia over a false rumor that police beat a pregnant black woman to death. Over 200 businesses were looted or destroyed. Most of those businesses never returned, which lead to much of North Philadelphia turning into the crime-ridden slum we see today.






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Delivery Drivers Move Car That's Parked In Their Way... With A Forklift Truck

These guys had a delivery to make.



They also had a forklift truck.



So guess what they did when they found a parked car in their way?



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Japan has a lifetime employment system where large companies…

Japan has a lifetime employment system where large companies hire regular employees right out of school and keep them until retirement and new employees are chosen for their general potential, not because of any special skills or training.






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When the CEO of the Sesame Street Workshop was asked if Bert…

Bert_Ernie_cropped When the CEO of the Sesame Street Workshop was asked if Bert and Ernie are gay, he replied, “They are not gay, they are not straight, they are puppets. They don’t exist below the waist.”






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Khutulun, a Mongolian Princess, insisted that any man who wished to marry…

Khutulun, a Mongolian Princess, insisted that any man who wished to marry her must defeat her in wrestling, forfeiting horses to her if they lost. She gained 10,000 horses defeating prospective suitors.






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In 1906, Mary Astor planned the release of 10,000 imported Brazilian…

In 1906, Mary Astor planned the release of 10,000 imported Brazilian butterflies at her Debutante ball housed in nets lining the ceiling. They didn’t take into account the heat of the lights, and her party ended with 10,000 dead insects showering her party guests.






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There is a 30 meters wide rock standing out in the middle of the Atlantic…

rockall_cropped There is a 30 meters wide rock standing out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean which was walked on by less than 20 people – almost as few as the moon.






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When a man came to a clinic with a chronic infection in his left ear…

When a man came to a clinic with a chronic infection in his left ear, doctors tried everything to help him from antibiotics to ear drops, but nothing worked. Out of desperation, he decided to take earwax from his good ear and place it in his bad one. After two days his infection was cured.






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A man bought a house for $10k, and found an Action Comics #1 with…

Action-Comics-cropped A man bought a house for $10k, and found an Action Comics #1 with the first appearance of Superman stuffed inside a wall. Showing it to an in-law, she tried to take it, tearing the cover. The comic sold for $175,000 at auction, but they estimated the tear reduced the value by $75k.






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Baboons were employed as goatherds by the Namaqua people…

Baboons were employed as goatherds by the Namaqua people in the 1800s right through till the 1960s. They would protect the herd and lead them back at dusk, often whilst riding one of the larger goats like a horse.






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Al Murray Has A Few Ideas About The Names Of Our Political Parties

"Names matter in life," opines comedian Al Murray. "Names are important."



The pub landlord is right (as always). And he proves his point by dissecting the names of our biggest political parties... to typically amusing effect.



Check out this clip from the DVD of his latest tour, 'One Man, One Guvnor'.



SEE ALSO: Russell Brand On The Absurdity Of Being Anti-Immigration



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Don't Surprise an Aussie, They'll Assume Your Poisonous

Australians, on the whole, don't like surprises. Which, given that my entire art form is dependant upon invoking an involuntary response born of surprising the audience, makes my recent return a little bit of a trial by fire.



I've been doing Christmas shows at the comedy store in Sydney: an environment in which traditionally, I can do no wrong. I'm enough of an outsider to come up with an unusual perspective but also Aussie enough to say what I want about our culture. But to say the shows have been triumphs or spectacular failures would be hyperbolic either way.



However, Saturday's show was just awkward. I got into an argument with a woman in the front row whom I'd misheard at the top of the show (I lost my hearing aid in Malaysia and being partial hearing I thought she mouthed "you're not funny' at me before I'd barely even opened my mouth) and unloaded on her pretty aggressively. In the end she revealed she hadn't said what I thought she had and I apologized accordingly. I thought it made for pretty interesting viewing and with the best outcome possible. (You can listen here and judge for yourself. Stick with it because I'm pretty annoyed at first but both she and I calm down as the recording progresses)

But people still rang in to complain the next day because apparently a comic calling a heckler "an arrogant c***" was not OK no matter how they behave. And others were frustrated I went too easy on her and really felt she should have been ejected for behaving so appallingly.



Essentially the professional complainers were bemoaning that the night wasn't what they expected. I consider that a point of pride personally. I like every show to be at least slightly evocative and if I'm in a bad mood and somebody pisses me off, I hope at least the audience enjoys the spectacle. She was being an irritant and I overreacted. But through digging just a little bit deeper there was a resulting catharsis and we both revealed our truer selves. I call that one hell of a night out. But not in an Aussie Christmas show apparently. Because, Aussies don't like surprises.



This isn't necessarily born of anti-intellectualism either, quite the opposite. We've learned to survive in the world's most dangerous ecosystem. Traditionally surprises kill us. We have instinctually learned to look before we leap, peruse before we lift and never, ever reach into a letterbox without poking it with a stick first. After two decades in the UK I went to lift a gas bottle the other day without looking under it for redback spiders. The thing practically exploded as I dropped it once I realized what the bloody hell I was doing.



And it permeates throughout Australian culture, "What are you wearing that for? Why are you saying that? Where the hell does this bloke think he's going?"



All can be loosely translated into, "Look out! You'll get us all killed you idiot!"



For example, the first time I returned to Australia after being away for ten years I was in a shopping mall car park. I had just dyed my hair bright red I was walking along, minding my own business, when two blokes in a utility truck sped through the car park, bounced over a speed bump, pulled a handbrakey to sidle up next to me and actually took the time to wind down his window to yell through his own stinky rubber tyre mist at me, "Mate! Look at your f***ing hair!"



Two guys in a ute risked a speeding ticket in a car park to tell me I was out of the ordinary. I didn't even realize I was in danger. In my youth this could have easily escalated into a punch in the head in seconds. I just keeled over laughing. More than a small part of me felt a sense of nostalgia for being picked from a car for no reason. "What's so funny?" they asked as they sped off utterly bamboozled. Clearly they were hoping to bash a poofter (ie: had dyed hair) that day and this one had not afforded them the correct defensive response.



Or perhaps their yelling from a car was even more primitive than homophobia? Perhaps I was just too brightly colored. My hair was bright red. My shirt was bright blue. Perhaps what they were really yelling was, "Are you a redback or a bluebottle? Kill it! Kill it! Before it bites us! Now it's laughing! That's not supposed to happen. Quick! Run!"



At least this Saturday I've got my solo hour. Hopefully people know what to expect.



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How or When?

Two things have been on my mind in the last few weeks. Britain's Got Talent and death.



In 2013, ITV somehow got hold of my number and kept ringing to ask me to audition for the 2014 Britain's Got Talent. I told them there was more chance of Simon Cowell settling down than me taking part. Fast forward 12 months and the unthinkable happened! Simon Cowell had settled down. And I was asked again to take part in 2015 Britain's Got Talent again, and I said yes. This time though, I was put forward through a comedy agency. I had a long think about something that could pretentiously change my life, but as I was put forward for a special stand-up comedy showcase in a theatre for the ITV producers, I could only see it as a good thing - it was just another gig to get my name out there.



I went along; with a hangover from hell may I add, not treating it as an audition at all. Until I was taken to a green room where there sat a room full of comedians I'd never met before, all treating it like an audition! I almost cringed when I heard one of them say he "felt like he was auditioning for stage school again". Jeez..



I wondered if I could quietly leave and hope no one would notice. But as I sat there for that brief moment I began to think about the other thing that's been playing on my mind. Death. I had recently read that 35% of people are terrified of WHEN they are going to die, whereas the 65% are terrified of HOW they are doing to die. I just didn't want to die. Full stop. On stage or anywhere else for that matter. But there is the inevitable. This is what scares me. The lack of control, the fact that there is nothing I can do about it happening. The horrid dark knowledge that this world will just carry on - without me!



HOW I will go isn't a huge worry, purely because I've convinced myself it will either be a slow death in a bed where I can tell all my loved ones not to forget about me for at least fifty years. Or I will be murdered by a hit man for rubbing someone up the wrong way. And WHEN doesn't bother me too much either, as I've told myself enough times I'll die way after I become famous, either by going out with a big bang or being murdered by a famous gangster for rubbing someone up the wrong way.



With a quick pull out of my thoughts, I was on stage doing a cracking gig in front of an audience of normal people and hidden producers with my hangover that had disappeared for those few minutes.



From the response that I got, I knew that I hadn't died that die.



I find out next month if I'm through to the next round. If I do get through, then I'll be doing some more thinking about what I'll do, and if I don't, then I may just die regretting it one day. http://ift.tt/eA8V8J



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There Are Smart Restaurant Signs. And There's This One...

We see what they did there. And, erm, we don't think they did it deliberately...







Bless! We're heading straight to Georgia!



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This Little Boy Says It's Impossible To Whistle. And Then He Proves It...

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Spencer.



Spencer claims that whistling is "impossible".



And in just 17 seconds, he proves that he's right.



Yay Spencer!



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Brain Teaser 11/26/2014

The Number 8



1. Can you add eight 8's together so they add up to an even one thousand?



2. Without using the + or - signs, arrange five 8s so they equal 9.



3. What is the smallest integer, which, when multiplied by 2 gives a number consisting of only 8's?

Solution

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Don't Just Think Green - Go Green!





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'Love Actually' Gets An Honest Trailer

If you've ever had a problem with 'Love Actually', you're going to love this.



Yes, Screen Junkies are back with another honest movie trailer - and this time, their knives are out for Richard Curtis's perennial romcom favourite.



From last-minute airport dashes and over-the-top gestures to men who cheat on their wives and betray their best friends, check out their take on the film they call "Pulp Fiction for girls"...



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BBC News Presenter Martine Croxall Finds Herself In Front Of The Wrong Camera, Handles It Like A Pro

Good ol' Martine Croxall.



The BBC News presenter was about to begin the channel's 9pm broadcast when it became clear she was in front of the wrong camera.



And how did it become clear? Because the camera focused on an empty chair behind the desk - and even zoomed in on it, as if nothing was wrong.



Of course, Croxall handle the situation like a true pro... But we think we know which clip is going to kick off NewsBeFunny's 'November's Best News Bloopers' compilation.



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Today in History for 26th November 2014

Historical Events


1933 - Camille Chautemps becomes French premier

1953 - KBOI (now KBCI) TV channel 2 in Boise, ID (CBS) begins broadcasting

1962 - Caribbean Air Transport Me NV (CLTM Airlines) forms

1982 - Howard Cossell calls his last fight after being disgusted by Larry Holmes-Tex Cobb mismatch

1982 - Clyde King named Yankee manager

1984 - After 518 goals and 14 years with Mont Canadiens, Guy LaFleur retires


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Famous Birthdays


1913 - Joshua William Steward, polymath

1918 - Patricio Aylwin, president of Chile (1990-94)

1947 - Larry Gura, baseball player

1949 - Vincent A. Mahler, American educator

1966 - Garcelle Beauvais, Haitian actress and model

1981 - Gina Kingsbury, Canadian hockey player


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Famous Deaths


1719 - John Hudson, British classical scholar (b. 1662)

1857 - Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff, German poet (That Freier), dies at 69

1927 - Jean-Louis Pisuisse, Dutch performer (governess), assassinated at 47

1991 - Ed Heinemann, American aircraft designer (Douglas Aircraft; b. 1908)

2002 - Polo Montañez, Cuban singer and songwriter (b. 1955)

2006 - Stephen Heywood, American builder (b. 1969)


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