When I was six or seven years old I played a game of Whack-a-Frog at the Old Orchard Beach fairway. The game consists of placing a rubber frog onto a lever and then whacking the lever with a rubber mallet. Get enough frogs into the rotating floating lilly pads in the middle of a small pool and win a prize!
Although I never won anything quite as weird as an anatomically correct bootleg Hulk doll, I did manage to take home a rather large stuffed frog that appeared to have been assembled in a third world country using street urchins for slave labor. To top things off, halfway home in the car, I started to get a headache and didn’t know why. We got home, the frog went into a box of stuffed animals, and that was that.
Years later the box was found, nostalgia set in and I went through all of my old stuffed animals. I found the frog and pulled it out. Memories flooded my brain and then I smelled kerosene. I held it close to my nose and sniffed…kerosene. Check the box…nothing else smelled. Just the frog. I punched a small hole in the back of the fog and found it stuffed with, you guessed it, dirty rags.
So, beware of fair prizes. They’re difficult to win because the games are fixed and, if you do manage to take something home, toss a match at it and see if it goes up like kindling!
I used to hang out quite a bit with the freaks from the Nashua, NH BBS scene back in the day. Yes, the BBS scene. 2400 bps (that’s 2.4 Kbps as opposed to today’s 56 Kbps for you new school kiddies) modems screaming along connecting to one line standalone Waffle, Renegade, Telegard and Wildcat systems running off of 386 and, quite rarely, 486 machines. If you were lucky, the system you connected to had well over a hundred megabytes of hard drive space that you could use to trade hefty 300 KB and 400 KB warez files!
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I refuse to link to any photos of Saddam’s dead sons for the sole reason that everyone else in the world will be.
I had always suspected that there was a complete science behind the proper usage of toilet paper. Everyone has their own individual ritual when it comes to exploring their nether regions. So, not only do most people have their own highly customized system, but they also evangelize when given the chance.
Power Genitalia…sounds like some strange new form of penis enlarger or sex toy. Nope…it’s actually an Italian firm that produces power generation products. You’d think that someone would check up on these things…
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I can’t imagine what the orange kid would be like at a rave with a few glowsticks! Yeah, with enough soap, we could blow up just about anything…
When the guy at the inspection station informs you that he can’t inspect your car because the airbags have been removed, be sure to go back armed with the appropriate printouts from your state’s Web sites and inform him that that’s not a valid reason to fail a vehicle.
It’s July 17th! Now, what is so darn special about July 17th! Steve pointed out that the default iCal icon is actually correct today! Today is also a birthday for John Jacob Astor, James Cagney and Donald Sutherland. I’m too lazy to find anything else…the iCal thing was amusing, though…
I’m sorry, but I have a serious issue with these kids. I originally found them while scanning ANANOVA for the strange and unusual. It seems that Russian Dzhambulat Khotokhov is the World’s largest four-year-old child, weighing in at 123 pounds at a stalky 3 feet 11 inches. Apparently, these kids are wrestlers and their parents have decided that their morbidly obese lifestyle is perfectly acceptable.
I can understand teenagers training to become Sumo or Olympic wrestlers, but I just can’t accept the fact that parents are making life and health altering decisions for four- and five-year-old children (see Baby Ink Tattoo hoax for another example). Knowing what it’s like to be the fat kid, I can only imagine what these kids will go through when they get older.
Who knows…perhaps I am just completely and utterly ignorant to the preparation and training aspect of the sport of wrestling, but I just can’t see this being healthy. I know Sumo wrestlers are incredibly healthy for their weight, but a four year old frame just isn’t built to support over a hundred pounds.
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I happened to be tailing my log files while doing some updates a few minutes ago and was greeted with this gem of a referer:
To whom it may concern at internet02.lutron.com…you are a sick little monkey…
Update: ool-43549b16.dyn.optonline.net is also a freak: