Even if I were dead, I have to say that I would never have a coffin shaped like a big pink fish, an airplane, or a Coke bottle. But many people would.
Category: Weird
I’m Not *That* Old
But apparently if you’re over 25, you’re the demographic for this well-done gaming publication 2O2P (Too Old To Play) Magazine. You can download the ad-free (unless you count the old-school Intellivision and Atair ads, which are a nice touch) 80-page PDF version of the magazine here.
Don’t Print Good Photography to Target
I mentioned before that Wal-Mart won’t print your digital photos if they think a professional took them. Now apparently Target is doing the same thing.
Buying Friends On My Space
Aaron Nimocks apparently doesn’t feel loved and is wanted some more friends in his MySpace account (undoubtedly so he can send them spam mail later). So he’s buying friends in an attempt to have a million friends listed in his account. Right now he’s at 70 or so, and since he has to manually approve friend requests, he’s probably going to get deluged by e-mail.
Thanks Barn for the link.
The Big Box Stores Are Going To The Birds…
Not all birds fly south for the winter; some head for Home Depot and other big-box stores.
While consumers flock to home improvement centers for appliances and tools, wild birds aspire to something higher: the rafters.
They get in through automatic doors, loading docks and attached garden centers.
I’ve seen birds flying around Costco, Home Depot, and Lowes in Bend, and wondered if this was a problem elsewhere. Apparently so.
Suffering From Menopause?
Czech scientists say they have created a new non-alcoholic beer that contains 10 times the normal amount of phytoestrogen, intended to help women suffering from the menopause.
The beer, developed by the Czech Republic’s Research Institute for Brewing and Malting, is intended to relieve menopausal symptoms and maintain bone density by tackling a lack of the oestrogen hormone in many Czech women.
Thanks Cheryl, who’s hoping they’ll come up with a similar wine, for this.
Kevin Federline Cleans Up
While I don’t follow pop culture at all, I have to say, I never saw this coming. Key quote:
“I wish people would ask me about my career. Usually it’s, ‘How’s the wife and kids?’ Not that I mind; that’s my pride and joy. But it would be nice for people to look at me like an artist. The day they judge me as an artist, a CEO, as somebody, not Britney Spears’ husband, that’s the day I am looking forward to.”
Thanks Cheryl for the link.
It’s 6.6.6…
…and while the end of the world didn’t occur today (the day’s not over yet, I guess), it didn’t stop people from betting on it. Thanks Barn for the link.
My question is if you do bet correctly, are you going to be able to collect?
Some Critter Messed Up My Car After Crapping In It
You ever have one of those days where it starts off so weird that you know it’s going to be an odd day? This is going to be one of those days …
So I got into my car this morning to begin my commute out to Sunriver, and my car’s running really bad, like a spark plug/cable was shot and it wasn’t firing on all cylinders. So I pop the hood, and notice several things a bit odd (though the spark plug wires appeared to be plugged in OK). One, the insulation covering the underside of my hood has a big chunk (1 foot by 2 foot) taken out of it, and there are pieces of the stuff all over my engine and under my car. Two, there’s a little wire loom where several of the wires are now exposed where they weren’t before. And three, there is some sort of critter feces sitting atop the wheel well.
I couldn’t identify the excrement (it sort of looked like cat, but “Feces Indentifier” is not something you will find on my resume). I didn’t have a lot of time to look at it as I just needed to take my wife’s car and get to work. But it appears some little critter somehow got up underneath my car, up into the engine cavity, and did some damage. My guess is that whatever got in there got scared to death that it couldn’t easily get out (I have a compact old Subaru), started freaking out, pooped, cut up some stuff, and then finally wiggled out (there was more droppings under the car). More than likely, my spark plug wires are probably sliced up a bit, but I didn’t have time to look at them this morning.
Makes me wish I had that ultra high-end surveillance system in place (if the crook is reading this, there still isn’t anything worth taking out of those cars).
We’ll just have to see how the rest of the day goes. On the bright side, my wife has the nicer car, and it’s far more comfortable to drive.
Update at 10:03: Had a closer look under my hood. I’m no car whiz, but my guess is you shouldn’t discover more poop when looking under there (it was there before, I just didn’t see it). I tried pulling the spark plug wires, and broke them getting them out (the conducters came out of the things). Obviously, nobody’s open right now so I can buy wires, so I’ll have to go tomorrow and get some replacements, along with new plugs, and then try to fix the wiring that the critter slashed up (a wiring loom was on the ground under the car, and the wires are pretty hosed so it’ll probably have to be professionally repaired). So we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’ll be bumming a ride off my dad this week.
Nothing Says “I Love You” Like Slicing Off Your Johnson
I don’t even want to know what possessed this moron who, in an attempt to prove he was faithful to his wife, sliced off his manhood.