To All of My Fan(s)

Look Closely, Doctor: See the Camera?

The Truman show delusion, as well as other related modern-era afflictions.

One of Dr. Gold’s patients told him, “My family and everyone I knew were actors in a script, a charade whose entire purpose is to make me the focus of the world’s attention.”

Another patient traveled to New York City and showed up at a federal building in downtown Manhattan seeking asylum so he could get off his reality show, Dr. Gold said.

The patient reported that he also came to New York to see if the Twin Towers were still standing, because he believed that seeing their destruction on Sept. 11 on television was part of his reality show. If they were still standing, he said, then he would know that the terrorist attack was all part of the script.

I suffer from no such delusion, because

1. My blog would be enough to show any would-be exec that a reality show based on my life would not be economically viable, i.e. my reality show is probably pre-canceled

2. I think I have the kind of friends that would tell me if such a show existed.

3. Even if such a show were to actually exist, the existence of a production company would shield me from lawsuits exacting payment for boring people to death, so I wouldn’t stress out over it.

Megafauna

One million giraffes

My friend, Jørgen, doesn’t believe I can collect one million giraffes by 2011. I’m gonna prove him wrong, but I need your help. You can create your giraffes in any way you like, but not on a computer and no store bought objects. You must create your giraffes yourself!

Can I make more than one giraffe?
Yes! I don’t care who makes the giraffes, I just need one million of them. The project is “One Million Giraffes”, not “One Million Giraffes From One Million People”.

If this were an email, I’d put it down as an urban legend. But it’s a website, so it must be an urban awesome.

The count is 798,873 as of when I copied that number from the website.

Crap You Won't Believe

Manure Raises New Stink

Dairy farmer has a pool of manure in his back yard, and methane bubbles are forming.

Mr. Goltstein asked state regulators to let him pop the bubbles. He said he and his 19-year-old son would slice them open with a knife from a paddleboat.

Bruce Palin, assistant commissioner for the office of land quality at the state environmental agency, said officials were considering the idea. But, he added, “not knowing how much volume of gas is there and how much pressure is on it, we’re concerned with just cutting a hole.”

Last year, a hog farmer in Hayfield, Minn., was launched 40 feet into the air in an explosion caused by methane gas from a manure pit on his farm. He sustained burns and singed hair.

Mr. Goltstein’s attorney, Glenn D. Bowman, acknowledged that the potential existed for an explosion: “We’re aware of that sort of common physics issue,” he said.

Yes, exploding shitbubbles apparently fall under the category of common physics issues.

May the Phallus be With You

Japan: Nothing says springtime like a penis festival

It may sound like a sophomoric gag. But these are folk rites going back at least 1,500 years, into Japan’s agricultural past. They’re held to ensure a good harvest and promote baby-making.

I don’t know if you’ll get the same flash popup, but mine said “Sponsored by Siemens,” which made me spit Pepsi on my monitor. I now await the spam that the keywords of this post will bring.

Yeah, There's a Blog for That

Sleep Talkin’ Man

The “definitely not G-rated” sleep talking ramblings of a guy named Adam, as recorded by his wife.

Jan 19 2010
“My badger’s gonna unleash hell on your ass. Badgertastic!”

“No, not the cats. Don’t trust them. Their eyes. Their eyes. They know too much.”

“Just look at yourself. Yeah, now look at me. You don’t stand a chance. It must suck to be you, I’m sure.”