Category: Weird

Almost a year ago, I posted a conversation I had with a “Yahoo Admin.” He IMed me because he was supposedly looking out for my best interests when he noticed my Yahoo profile name has a dash in it, and was making sure nobody hacked into my account. Apparently they’re very rare lately, and aren’t allowed to be created when you register with Yahoo anymore, and haven’t been for a while (nor are IDs that start with numbers). I registered with Yahoo years ago when they still allowed it. I don’t remember back then why I decided to put in the dash, but I think it was because I just registered my full name (with a space) so when they setup the profile system, they put in a hyphen. Anyway, apparently I’m special <shrugs>.

The only reason I mention it is because I had yet another person asking about it today, even offering me “favours” for it. I didn’t ask what that meant, and I’d prefer not to know, but told him I’d sell it to him for $8,000. He wasn’t interested, nor was I in selling it, but I figured if I throw it out there for an obscene amount of money, maybe somebody will bite and I can pay off my medical bills.

So I make this offer: If anybody out there is so hung up on having a Yahoo profile name with a dash, it’s all yours for $8,000 USD. I already have registered the name without the dash, so if somebody’s really wanting the hyphen, it’s all yours for the asking price.

Update on 3/1/07: OK, I’ve let this thread go on long enough. I was cool with it until people started acting like I was encouraging and endorsing this. Comments are now closed.

…you spend money to buy something like this for them.

Want to look like an inked-up moron (**cough**Gregg**cough**) without going through the expense and pain of getting full-body tattoos? Just buy these shirts, and scare the hell out of somebody.

(None of the following links are safe for work, if you’re like me and stuck at work on a Sunday.)

Talk about some gonzo journalism. This journalist, curious what sex with a RealDoll feels like, decides to find out for himself, and document and take pictures of the whole thing. Anything in the name of Science, indeed. Link via b3ta.

…but she actually hit a runaway hippo.

Especially if it the toilet burped oil.

Apparently all you need is 72 hours of sex.

A service promising to answer people’s prayers with a text message apparently sent by Jesus has been shut down after complaints by Finland’s mobile services watchdog. Full Story.

It’s amazing what they sell on eBay:

You are bidding on my collection of fast food restaurant condiments that I have collected over the past year at my job. An impressive collection of condiments that everyone seems to drop their jaw when seeing it for the first time.

There are about 129 condiment packets. The bidding is up to $15.50 and if it goes over $25, he’ll throw in some useless crap from Wendy’s (a plastic fork, knife, and straw).