It’s morbid, but is it helpful? The Clark County Coroner in Nevada has started posting pictures of unidentified dead bodies on its web site. Sure, it’s creepy, but they have solved 3 times the number of cold cases this year.
Category: Weird
Guess who’s playing my birthday party?
Would I lose your respect if I told you they work for peanuts?
(How much respect do I loose (sic) for leaning too heavily on my spell checker? Hey Steve: ;p)
Would you like fries with that?
It’s amazing what becomes interesting if you’re important… I don’t think anyone would come to my web site to read a transcript of me trying to order ribs. President Bush ordering ribs, however, is amusing for some unknown reason.
Thanks Doug for brightening my day.
Badgers? We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers!
Ah…er…um… no words come to mind. Go to Badger Badger Badger to see for yourself.
(Thanks to Dennis, a plus number one fan of Engrish, for the link).
UPDATE!!!
Detroit rockers Electric Six have an entertaining, less-than-serious song called “Gay Bar”. The song takes on a whole new tilt, however, when lip synched by George Bush and Tony Blair (I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean to ;)). Check out the unofficial video at Camp Chaos.
Here’s how a description on Amazon (yeah, they fixed my account and are, once again, on my good side) describes Electric Six:
Electric Six is the most exciting band to come tumbling out of Detroit since Kiss. Sporting grimy leisure suits and hilarious stage names (the guitarists are known only as Surge Joebot and the Rock and Roll Indian), the ragtag group comes up with a deliriously catchy disco trash sound on its smart, hyperactive debut. Studio 54 horns mingle anxiously with AC/DC-influenced garage riffs, while frontman Dick Valentine rants maniacally over jerky, suggestive punk-funk songs like “Gay Bar” and “I’m the Bomb.” Plus, rumor suggests that single “Danger! High Voltage” features the White Stripes‘ Jack White on backing vocals and, less plausibly, Bill Clinton on saxophone. How cool is that? Very. –Aidin Vaziri
Incidentally, Electric Six also appears on the Charlie’s Angels soundtrack, a fabulously eclectic mix of music. I give it a ::thumbsup::.
Protect yourself!
For mere pennies you can construct your very own AFDB – an aluminum foil deflector beanie. This invaluable piece of head wear will keep out the probing of the nefarious black helicopters (as well as your creepy, voodoo-practicing next-door neighbor). Full instructions are on the AFDB site.
If your problem is not with terrestrial mind control but comes from a little further away, Steve has pointed me to the Stop Alien Abductions web site. This site has instructions for creating a stylish helmet to insulate yourself against alien mind control.
Planning on taking over the world?
You can’t take over the world without the right equipment. Visit VillianSupply.com to order your new lair, weapons or torture devices. They can even help to outfit your henchmen.
“See, I’m hip. Dukka, dukka, dukka, dukka.”
A gift for that “special” someone
Sometimes I wonder if we’re getting a little too sensitive. From the “everyone deserves a friend” page of the touchy-feely handbook: downs syndrome dolls.
Smells like teen spirit?
At last a soap has finally been created for the modern manly man. If you want to be sure you aren’t labeled as a metro-sexual you need to run right out and buy yourself some No Foo Foo Soap. With scents like Pipe Tobacco, Leather, Pure Dirt, and Fresh Cut Grass no one will accuse you of being a sissy… but they might question your hygiene.
Guilty Conscience?
Let’s say, for the sake of argument, you are a criminal.
Let’s say you also have an inconveniently overactive conscience.
To make things worse, you’re really, really lazy.
What’s a thug to do?
If you live in East Point, Georgia, I have the answer to your prayers: just browse on over to the East Point Police Self-Arrest form, fill out the appropriate details and you’ve just performed a citizen’s arrest… of yourself.
(Yes I saw the disclaimer at the bottom so don’t bother e-mailing me :p)