She's nothing if not ambitious.
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Incidentally, they don't call him "Magic" for his wizardry with words.
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SleepingTime.org is a website that will analyze any Twitter account and use that person's tweet times to determine when they are most likely to be sleeping.
I ran my account through the system and it said I am "more likely to be asleep between 1am and 9am." Surprisingly accurate. (Though just between you and me, I'd give myself until at least 9:30, probably 10am on a good day.)
I'm not sure how the site works, but I feel like it could be made even more accurate by searching for certain words.
Example: "Mike is more likely to be asleep between 1am and 9am, unless he has tweeted the words 'beer' or 'motherfuckers' in the past 24 hours, in which case he is more likely to be asleep between 5am and noon."
[NOTE: The site has been having some issues from getting too much traffic. I had to try a number of times before it gave me an accurate assessment.]
I'm not much of a Rachel Maddow fan, but I am a big baseball fan, and despite not loving the "messenger," this video is one of my favorite things I've seen on the Internet this year.
Seattle Mariners' color commentator Mike Blowers predicts a homerun before the game all the way down to the specific pitch (and almost predicts exactly where the ball will land).
Now, for those not deep into the baseball world, there is actually a guy who is known for catching home run balls: Zack Hample. He has a blog on MLB.com discussing his exploits and has written books on how to obtain balls at games. Still, I think even Hample would be seriously impressed by Blowers prediction.
Oddly enough though, as good as Blowers might be at predicting home runs, he really needs to work on his laugh. Come on, man! You're on television! Save your school boy laugh for orgasms and acid trips.