Category: Bizarre

Red Sox’ Ballcaps are Full of It

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Cincinnati, Ohio, Crosley Field – (Strutts News Services)
Red Sox relief pitcher Lannie Foosers was dismayed to find a flaw in the SoxBox of Secret Weapons. In order to “Run Faster, Jump Higher,” team management outfitted all players with baseball caps (head caps for baseball) manufactured by Keds and made entirely of Flubber.

Almost entirely. The revolutionary headgear, designed to be worn on the head as gear, was manufactured with Type X-WR Velcro, a combination of common Velcro infused with SuperGlue. The resulting chemical product was intended to secure the gear to a player’s pate to enhance his performance, without detection.

Mr. Foosers, while airborne, managed to detach his cap from his head and avoid a potentially life threatening situation.

Bob “The Bobster” Bieber (RF, bats left, no record to speak of) bruised his head repeatedly on the concrete ceiling of the dugout before Foosers became airborne. The caps were painfully removed from the rest of the team and no other problems were reported.

The Red Sox went on to win the exhibition game against the East Overshoe (PA) Scorpions of something to something else in extra innings, and nobody cared. Ditto.

[Photo via Drudge.]

Greetings Red Sox Faithful Readers.
Stick around as often as you like. -Bunk

Saturday Matinee: One Domino Trashes a Town, and unrelated stuff

According to Arbroath, this was Guiness’ most expensive television advertisement to date, costing 10m pounds (about $2.1 million US bucks). Filmed in a village in Argentina, the whole town came out to watch. If our crack webminers can find a link to a “making of” video, we’ll update this post, but it’s more likely we’ll just tip a stout and be done with it.

Totally unrelated to the video above, our crack webminers turned up a video from 1970, from the Flip Wilson Show. This broadcast changed my life… or at least a good part of it.

The band appeared at Woodstock. Yes, that Woodstock, 1969. These guys played alongside Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Crosby Stills & Nash, Mountain, Arlo Guthrie, Country Joe & the Finch, Richie Havens, Carlos Santana, Joni Mitchell, Melanie, Joan B. Depressed, Bobby Bieber and the SlimJims, Brittney Spears, etc.

Bunk was too young to attend Woodstock, but Bunk was allowed to watch TV. This is what Bunky witnessed at his grandparents house and loved it. ShaNaNa was IT.

This was Bunk’s introduction to DooWop. ShaNaNa sent me on a mission to hear the original versions by the Marcels, the Paragons, Dion, Gene Chandler, the Isley Brothers, the Zodiacs, the Del-Vikings, the Chips, the Chords, the Channels, Harvey & the Moonglows, Shep and the Limelights, the Ronnettes, the Shirelles, Leon Redbone, Led Zeppelin, Dread Zeppelin, Bob Marley and the Wailers, the Police, the Ramones, Elvis Costello, Tom Waits, the Sensational Alex Harvey Band, the Stray Cats, Frank Zappa, the Aquabats, the Skatalites, Moms Mabley and the Beat Farmers (featuring the late Country Dick Montana)… and not necessarily in that order. Oh, and I forgot the Solid Voidz featuring Big Don P.

Fill in the band(s) I might have missed in the comments section.

LOL FERRET: Episode 1

[Bosley photos courtesy of Bo Weez.]

UPDATE: For anyone considering having a ferret, please do your homework. They have specific needs unrelated to dogs and cats. Here’s a start: www.everythingferret.com/ferret_proofing.htm.

[Update 3 June 2011 – Cleaned up the .jpg images and mushed them into one .png. Lift it if you like, just give credit back. –Bunk]

La Tumba de El Geek Desconocido

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No puedo ver si el monitor tiene el anuncio de Microsoft Windows “Pantella Azul del Muerte” [“The Blue Screen of Death”] para La Tumba de El Geek Desconocido.

Y’all know what I mean, even with my 8th Grade level Espanol, so don’t give me that.

[Photo via NoPuedoCreer.]

[Update:  Okay, it means “Tomb of the Unknown Geek.”  You happy now?]

My Other Car is a Guest Room

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Stupid inane comments are always welcome here.

[Photo from here via GadgetConcierge.]

Is This a Great Country or What? (Part II)

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Forget orange juice and Cap’n Crunch for breakfast. From now on it’s eggs and Diet Coke for me. (I hear that sales are down in Iran.)

[Photo via Chiquiworld.]

Cat Relativity

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This kitten, Cornelius, was named after rapper M.C. Escher. It’s a well known fact that cats see in 10 dimensions simultaneously; this one is obviously focused on dimension 3.5, where the force of gravity is 90 degrees from the vertical.

(Oh yeah, it’s cute now. Just wait until that silent-running Prius comes around the corner and kitty becomes eco-art.)

[Photo from Zombie Panda.]

Saturday Matinee: 3 Shouts, then Bluto Eats It

The original “Shout” by the Isley Brothers of Blue Ash, Ohio, limp-sinking in 1959:

Then white people in the recording industry decided to like it. Joey Dee & the Starlighters had a minor hit with it in 1962. Here’s the Shangri-las’ version, from 1963(?). No wonder it didn’t make the charts:

Then it was resurrected by Otis Day & the Knights, from National Lampoon’s “Animal House” in 1978.

As a bonus, here’s your favorite “Animal House” scene:

Thanks for watching. See you back here tomorrow.

TGIF: the .gif Friday Post 10 – Tuna/Corn Hybrid

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I found this funny and somewhat disturbing at the same time. Hadda post it.

Faith Enhancer

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Just in time for All Soul’s Day.

Yes, folks, we’ve all seen it on TV, the one and only “Miraculously Pepper-Minty Faith-Enhancing Breathspray.”

Made from habanero chili oil, all it takes is one little squirt into your mouth, and you’ll be yelling, “OH GOD! O MY GOD!” and praying that there’s some milk left in the fridge.
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Habanero chilis make you smarter.

I’d read about them. A friend had given me five little orange ones he’d grown himself. Something that small and pretty couldn’t be that bad, I told myself, and I dared myself to try one, or rather, a small part of one, and I ate a fingernail-sized slice late one night several years ago.

I have a deep and profound respect for the habanero.

It was sweet, pleasant at first, until it jumped up and filled my entire field of vision. Flaming sweat was spitting out of my forehead when I took a lick of salt (one remedy) and I jammed my fist into the refrigerator for the quart of milk without opening the door. “OH GOD!” I yanked the milk out by its udders ignoring the jagged metal that cut my forearm.

I drank the whole quart, and finally the pain subsided. Whew… at least I could say that I’d eaten the habanero. But I found out that it wasn’t done with me yet.

Relieved, and with natural endorphins jumping around in my brain, I headed for bed, got my night-chonis on, brushed my teeth. Then I took out my contacts. “OH, GOD!” A minute amount of the habanero oil had not washed off of my fingers, and now my eyes were shooting flames.

I took the contact lenses, washed them thoroughly, dumped them into the little canister with the magic cleaning tablets, and went to bed.

Next morning. Forgot about the habaneros. Fetched my contacts from the little canister. Put them in my eyes. “OH, GOD!” I decided to ride it out, and it subsided, leaving me red eyed.

And I learned that the habenero wasn’t done with me yet. Later that afternoon while sitting next to the bathtub… “OH, GOD.”

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True Story, and I learned from it. Hope you did too.
[Photo source: Chiquiworld.]