Wasn’t this a movie? Why could anyone think this is a good idea? Could it really make life all that much easier to freeze dog shit before you pick it up? Is the idea that, once the poop is frozen, that you don’t need a plastic bag for it? You can just pocket the frozen turd and go about your day, as long as it isn’t too hot out? Or is this for people who’s dogs have eaten too much cheese? Or is the idea that you’d freeze the poop and leave it - a frosty poo is more visible and at least for an hour or so while it thaws. This might warrant a test with the LN2 I have at home…
Philadelphia’s paper is the most explicit I’ve ever seen. Prices range from $90-$100 for a 30 minute blowjob or handjob (I’d think the former a better deal) or $150 for sex. Looks like a mid-day bargain is available for $125 for sex. Why isn’t every city like this?
The antenna module on my PHL to IAD flight was held on with masking tape. It must be the best tape ever! I want some.
Reposting things, especially from Wired, is not something I’m inclined to do but the commentary following this article so clearly illustrates the emerging idiocracy that I couldn’t resist. I am always astonished when someone apparently bright enough to type can believe in superstition. I shouldn’t be, I suppose…
What is it about scientific method that escapes people?
Then again, maybe this avid readership is why I let my subscription lapse after the first year…
This is the rather amusing warning sticker on a Segway. Is it there because a certain president forgot to turn his on?
I never noticed these fine instructions before. How to use the toilet.
Note that airplane
toilets do not have standing water in them, the bowl is empty until you fill it up in step 1. Note also that in step 2 the user is disposing of a rather large volume of dark fluid. Perhaps the turbulence that is making waves caused some gastric distress. In any event, at least I now know that funny seat in the little private room on the plane is really for.
This is such a bizarre pictogram that I wouldn’t be surprised if it was added after the aircraft was manufactured by someone unoffical. Whoever designed it is brilliant.
This past weekend there was a Comics and Games convention in Lucca. The plazas had been filled with giant tents, all packed to bursting with eager, sweaty young people with an unnatural fascination for fantasy. Some were amusing, and many people had clearly devoted a lot of their lives to their costumes, but in the end it seemed the biggest celebrity was the police Lambroghini.
It was a fun few hours walking around the tents and looking at the comics, but the best part was taking the train to Lucca from Borgo. It is only 20 minutes each way and less than $2. One walks into town through the old walls. All very picturesque and very beautiful, even when mobbed by kids in strange anime costumes.
It is far better than anything one finds in the states.
This well-breasted woman is one of four in Bologna.
A theme?
(The Red Carpet Club in Denver)
Cambridge Fishy… Fishy fishy fishy…
Oh shit! It’s mr. Creosote! Play dead.
