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Category: True Stories
Give Us A Sign
Protesters pray on a disused billboard during a demonstration to demand the resignation of Yemen’s President Ali Abdullah Saleh in Sanaa, Yemen, Friday, Sept. 30, 2011.
Can you spot the apostates? [Found here.]
On Dervishes & Magic
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I’ve got a friend who grew up in Pakistan. Decades ago I asked him about the Dervishes, and he was convinced that they were mystical. They could think chickens dead and make ants march in figure eights. He said he saw it with his own eyes.
Yep, there are ways to fool the eyes and the mind, all right. Squeeze enough ants to produce a liquid trail marker, they’ll march and write your name in cursive. Poison a chicken, yep, it’ll die. It’s called magic. The snake charmer knows that a cobra will follow your eyes. It’s a potentially deadly game, but the dervishes are in it for the money as tourist attractions, and they’re poor as dirt.
I don’t blame the dervishes a bit; they’re no different than palm readers or street magicians. If they entertain folks who are willing to toss some coin into the bucket, then they provide a service, in the entertainment business.
All it takes is knowledge and practice. I can beat you at Rock-Paper-Scissors. I can flip a quarter and make it turn up heads (or tails) every time, and I know how to make it land on the edge, too. I can get you to choose the wrong card in a 3-Card Monte game, and make you pick the Ace of Spades from a fresh deck you just opened and shuffled yourself.
And I love to bend spoons.
[crossposted here.]
“It’s Raining! Quick! Get Under Her HooHah!”
[Found here.]
Wall Street Protest Duct Tape Fail
[via Weasel Zippers]
Everywhere is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies. Tell me where is sanity? Tax the rich, feed the poor, ’til there aren’t no rich no more. I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do. – Alvin Lee
Yep, they’re changing the world all right, one failed beat at a time. Truth is, the guy’s got no rhythm – he’s a beat off – and if that were a real Benjamin in his pocket he’d be chasing after the dork who lifted it. Capitalism!
[Related post here.]
Fish Cage
Fish remain stuck in a fence as flood waters caused by Hurricane Ike recede, in West Orange, Texas, Sept. 15, 2008. (Eric Gay, AP)
[Found here.]
The Hotlinks Next Door
Too stupid not to share.
Slow to load; worth it for the lulz.
Penn Gillette speaks about charity, government and God.
Bizarre: Spammer arrested in Montreal.
Do Not Click This Link, especially if your speakers are turned on.
How to draw The Simpsons by a Simpsons Artist.
In Ten Words is a nice theme blog. Ten words max per post.
What kind of man follows Tacky Raccoons? Dan dances with dogs, but also shreds the blues.
Attack Waaaaatch! Can you imagine the msm outcry if any GOP candidate put up a website like that? The whole Big Brother concept of “Attack Watch” is so ill-conceived and smarmy, I’m stunned that Obama’s reelection campaign staff would even consider such a bone headed stunt. Regardless of your own political affiliation, you’ve got to admit that the video is funny.
Our cat just hacked up a fur ball, and dissed the President:
“Brak. Braaak. Barrrraaack!” I’m gonna snitch.
Amazing and Disgusting
Although it’s been in my blog roll for years, it’s been a while since I ventured over to No Puedo Creer. “I Can’t Believe It” is a great website from Spain, and I’d use it to practice hobbling the spaniel with some of the commenters.
Without cheating, guess what those things are. You’re going to be amazed and disgusted at the same time, I guarantee it.
Hint 1: It’s a successful Japanese medical experiment.
Hint 2: Those are mouse embryos.
Give up? Here’s the story.
Waiting For Sundown
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I miss Drive-Ins. Let me rephrase that – I miss the memories of Drive-Ins. No, let’s try it again – I miss my false memories of Drive-Ins. For the most part Drive-Ins sucked donkeys.
Cold nights, steamed up windows, a full cooler of cheapo beer with crappy movies. Speakers that hung on the driver’s side window that played static in mono, and a whiny date who just wanted to go home because she was freezing and couldn’t stand my buddy in the back seat with his cold whiny date. Because of that, “Flesh Gordon” was one of my least favorite movies of all time.
Once I hid in the trunk with Danny Rat The Dirty White to get in free, getting CO poisoning, watching the B-movie double feature in a lawn chair with warm beer and a pounding headache. Yeah, fun times.
Years later a bunch of us piled into Pecker Pete’s van and went to a multi-screen Drive-In. By then the crappy speakers had been replaced with an antenna clip, so you could listen to the movie over AM radio on your own speakers.
Pecker didn’t have a radio, but at least one of us had seen each of the flicks. We parked in the middle of the lot and watched five movies at once, providing our own narration. The chicks dug it.
I don’t miss Drive-In theaters at all, except for when I do.
Deep Fried Kool-Aid
My first reaction was that the snack shop owner was making a snarky political statement. My second reaction was that it was a clever marketing ploy. Then I read the comments and found this:
Typical Fat American (Monday, 18 Jul 2011)
Below that was a link to a “how to” video by the guy who figured it out:
Why NOT deep fry Kool-Aid? Is this a Great Country or what?
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 