Rumors about the new Apple Iphone were confirmed today.. It is scheduled to be released later this month- September 21. It has a wider screen and is much faster than its predecessor.
| Wednesday, September 12, 2012
He was shot with a RPG much like those found in Call of Duty. He was murdered when the Benghazi consulate was attacked. This resulted in the death of Christopher Stevens and three other Americans. President Obama called this attack on an American diplomat "outrageous."
| Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Example—Gauss Jordan Method
Solve the following system of equations:
Your goal is to obtain the following:
**Use the multiplicative inverse to obtain 1 and the
additive inverse to obtain 0.
First, create an augmented matrix as follows:
Step 1: We need 1 in
the position Row 1, Column 1. To obtain
this, we multiply the original Row 1 by
The new first row looks like this:
Step 2: We need 0 in
the position Row 2, Column 1. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 1 by 2 and add to the original Row 2. The new Row 2 looks like this:
Step 3: We need 0 in
the position Row 3, Column 1. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 1 by -3 and add to the original Row 3. The new Row 3 looks like this:
**Our matrix now looks like the following:
Step 4: We need a 1
in position Row 2, Column 2. To obtain
this, we multiply the previous Row 2 by The new Row 2 looks
like this:
Step 5: We need a 0
in position Row 1, Column 2. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 2 by and add to the
previous Row 1. The new Row 1 looks like
this:
Step 6: We need a 0
in position Row 3, Column 2. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 2 by and add to the
previous Row 3. The new Row 3 looks like
this:
*The matrix should now look like the following:
Step 7: We now need a
1 in position Row 3, Column 3. To obtain
this, we multiply the previous Row 3 by -4.
The new Row 3 looks like the following:
Step 8: We now need a
0 in position Row 2, Column 3. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 3 by and add to the
previous Row 2. The new 2nd
row looks like the following:
Step 9: We now need a
0 in position Row 1, Column 3. To obtain
this, we multiply the new Row 3 by and add to the
previous Row 1. The new Row 1 looks like
the following:
**Finally, our matrix looks like the following:
This implies that x = 1, y = 2, and z = 1. You can check by substituting these values
into the original system of equations.
| Thursday, September 06, 2012
"The Lucky Charms, they've gotten soggy... Even in the chocolate milk, the sogginess makes these taste like poison. Not even the marshmallows redeem them."
Breakfast was ruined. Nicholas cage sat with his milk saturated Lucky Charms, and he wept. They were the tears of a man who, after a long life of mediocrity, lived only for the perfect bowl of breakfast cereal.
"Elmo be damned!" he screamed, throwing the disgusting mush, raped of its glorious marshmallow charms, against the wall. The bowl shattered. The glistening porcelain bowl shards reminded him of his former credibility as an actor, the milk reminding him of the liquid smooth success of his career.
He sat in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his lime-green Crocs, his aged genitals hanging sadly upon the wooden IKEA chair "Look at me!," he cried to the heavens. "I'm nothing but a joke! My hair looks like a bird! I'm the least likely actor in the world to ever play Superman!"
Nick's life, his career, his mental state, were all in ruins. He strolled though his Hollywood mansion, reflecting on his long career, each of his ridiculous career choices flashing though his brain. Truly, he was the prodigal son of mediocrity.
"My bathroom," Nicholas Cage said aloud, to no one," My bathroom, is my true Fortress of Solitude..." He sat upon his golden toilet, and was reminded of all the horrible movies he had done to pay for it. "I'M NO GHOSTRIDER, NO SUPERMAN, NO HERO," he lamented, as a wicked poo shot forth from his illegitimately famous sphincter. "I'm nothing but a joke..."
The wiping over, Nicholas Cage knew his next move. He returned to the kitchen, furiously baking, like some sort of dude possessed by that guy from Iron Chef. It was a recipe of fish, tears, and sorrow.
The peanut-crusted trout was done. Nick sat at his marble table, a fine glass of wine at his side, and dined. Each bite was a delight. Each bite was an inch towards demise.
With the meal consumed, Nicholas rose from his chair, exited his mansion, and made his way to the tool shed in his backyard. Rummaging through his tools, he found what he wanted: the old shovel that had once been sold to him by Billy Mays, for $19.95, plus shipping and handling.
Nick dug and dug. Each shovelful of exhumed dirt reminded him of a wasted opportunity not to totally be a joke of an actor. After a solid hour, the hole was done. Nick looked long and hard at it, it's enveloping, earthy confines. The time was now.
"I am the blue waffle, the god who failed. I am the personification of failure, the epitome of mediocrity. I am a lost soul, the prodigal son of acting. May god have mercy upon my soul."
Upon the edge of the hole, Nicholas Cage produced a Single Action Army revolver from his belt. He raised it to his temple, the cool steel feeling at home upon his head. His finger crept to the trigger, as a lone tear ran down his face.
Nicholas Cage pulled the trigger. The firing pin was struck, igniting the gunpowder, propelling a slug of lead, penetrating bone and grey matter. The gun fell from his hands, hitting the soft earth. His body, life snuffed from it, fell forward into the hole.
Everything was silent, beautiful, and at peace. The heavens smiled. Fate switched to the right path.
Looking down upon his body, the profundity of and afterlife swirling in his head, Nicholas Cage had but one thought. It bored into his brain, causing his spirit to cry out in ecstasy.
"I LIEK CHOCOLATE MILK"
Breakfast was ruined. Nicholas cage sat with his milk saturated Lucky Charms, and he wept. They were the tears of a man who, after a long life of mediocrity, lived only for the perfect bowl of breakfast cereal.
"Elmo be damned!" he screamed, throwing the disgusting mush, raped of its glorious marshmallow charms, against the wall. The bowl shattered. The glistening porcelain bowl shards reminded him of his former credibility as an actor, the milk reminding him of the liquid smooth success of his career.
He sat in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his lime-green Crocs, his aged genitals hanging sadly upon the wooden IKEA chair "Look at me!," he cried to the heavens. "I'm nothing but a joke! My hair looks like a bird! I'm the least likely actor in the world to ever play Superman!"
Nick's life, his career, his mental state, were all in ruins. He strolled though his Hollywood mansion, reflecting on his long career, each of his ridiculous career choices flashing though his brain. Truly, he was the prodigal son of mediocrity.
"My bathroom," Nicholas Cage said aloud, to no one," My bathroom, is my true Fortress of Solitude..." He sat upon his golden toilet, and was reminded of all the horrible movies he had done to pay for it. "I'M NO GHOSTRIDER, NO SUPERMAN, NO HERO," he lamented, as a wicked poo shot forth from his illegitimately famous sphincter. "I'm nothing but a joke..."
The wiping over, Nicholas Cage knew his next move. He returned to the kitchen, furiously baking, like some sort of dude possessed by that guy from Iron Chef. It was a recipe of fish, tears, and sorrow.
The peanut-crusted trout was done. Nick sat at his marble table, a fine glass of wine at his side, and dined. Each bite was a delight. Each bite was an inch towards demise.
With the meal consumed, Nicholas rose from his chair, exited his mansion, and made his way to the tool shed in his backyard. Rummaging through his tools, he found what he wanted: the old shovel that had once been sold to him by Billy Mays, for $19.95, plus shipping and handling.
Nick dug and dug. Each shovelful of exhumed dirt reminded him of a wasted opportunity not to totally be a joke of an actor. After a solid hour, the hole was done. Nick looked long and hard at it, it's enveloping, earthy confines. The time was now.
"I am the blue waffle, the god who failed. I am the personification of failure, the epitome of mediocrity. I am a lost soul, the prodigal son of acting. May god have mercy upon my soul."
Upon the edge of the hole, Nicholas Cage produced a Single Action Army revolver from his belt. He raised it to his temple, the cool steel feeling at home upon his head. His finger crept to the trigger, as a lone tear ran down his face.
Nicholas Cage pulled the trigger. The firing pin was struck, igniting the gunpowder, propelling a slug of lead, penetrating bone and grey matter. The gun fell from his hands, hitting the soft earth. His body, life snuffed from it, fell forward into the hole.
Everything was silent, beautiful, and at peace. The heavens smiled. Fate switched to the right path.
Looking down upon his body, the profundity of and afterlife swirling in his head, Nicholas Cage had but one thought. It bored into his brain, causing his spirit to cry out in ecstasy.
"I LIEK CHOCOLATE MILK"