hey, a shiny object

Life imitates 1980's SNL parody

2009-04-13T08:39:00.000-07:00

Niklas Stoepel is a 17-year-old synchronized swimmer with Olympic dreams. He has the moves (ie. "Ballet leg", "Lift", "Flamingo"). He has the desire. Unfortunately, he also has a penis.

Men are a no-no at the international level -- his application has been rejected by the governing body -- so for now, this aquatic Billy Elliot will remain Germany's little secret.

Unfortunately, the chlorine may be having an adverse effect on his perception: "Someone at a party was making fun of this guy who swims with a bunch of girls. He said that in front of me, not realizing that I was that boy. The others all laughed, and I think it was more embarrassing for him than it was for me." Really.

More shrinkage here.

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Bonus: Here's a clip from that SNL classic.

Garrito's Foto Friday: Truth in Advertising

2009-04-10T08:23:00.000-07:00

Word to the wise

2009-04-09T18:53:00.000-07:00

I came across this while searching earlier for today's random shiny object on flickr. Figured I might as well post it.

No, Sally's hemorrhoids aren't enflamed. Sally is burning. Why is Sally burning? I'm pretty sure Billy the sick little bastard torched her.

Click on the image to see the whole image, including Billy trying to dispose of Sally's body.

Colorado has a very dirty mind

2009-04-09T08:23:00.000-07:00

Sure, a license plate like THEPIG is fine and dandy. But try to express your feelings about vegan food and the state makes you out to be some trashy over-sexed nympho whore on wheels.

All Kelley Coffman-Lee wanted to do was tell the world how she felt about tofu: "It's not a dirty, evil food. It's very wholesome." [I'd like to learn more about these dirty, evil foods.]

But no-o-o-o. Colorado DMV officials saw through that little charade. They know the difference between TOFU and TO-F-U. They should, because they do the latter whenever you need new tabs.

(Click the healthy/dirty license for the complete story.)

Dozens turn out for chance to scare children

2009-04-08T08:06:00.001-07:00

"Funny how? Funny like a clown, I amuse you?"

A bunch of bozos auditioned Monday in NYC for the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey's Circus, all hoping for a coveted spot in the Ringling Bros. clown college.

Why, WHY isn't this a reality show? In general I loathe reality TV (except for, I admit, Idol -- mostly for awesome freaks like Normund Gentle), but I would without a doubt tune in to watch a bunch of clowns stab each other in the back on a weekly basis.

Who, I ask, wouldn't want to see Floppy Shoe Race Week? Or Biggest Red Nose Week? Or, especially, Cram into a Tiny Car Week? (Like musical chairs, any clown who doesn't fit gets cut.)

The title of my little show? Well, since "The Biggest Loser" and "Funny or Die" are already taken, I think I'd go with "He Who Laughs Last".

(Full Disclosure: I once performed as a juggler with a clown partner at a kid's party. But jugglers are cool.)

Read about the desperately funny tryouts here.

Tropical Blunder

2009-04-07T08:11:00.000-07:00

Never, ever leave a piece of fruit to watch your expensive photographic equipment.

A camera crew learned that lesson the hard way on the mean streets of Malmö, Sweden when they entrusted Japanese popstar Hideki Kaji with their gear. They were in the middle of filming the waif-ish, pineapple clad singer for a music video, when they stepped away to photograph their children.

Kaji, known for such gems as "Twinkle Twinkle Pointless Darling", was quickly robbed by 3 men (or was it four?!) who got away with the cameras.

Appropriately, the men beat the pineapple to a pulp.

(Click the fruit for the whole nutty story.)

Update: Dammit, I just went and did the absolute stupidest thing I could have done. I watched a couple Hideki Kaji videos on YouTube...and I liked them. So now I feel bad about his little pineapple teeth getting kicked in. Dammit.

Red, White & Screwie

2009-04-06T07:30:00.000-07:00

Rutgers University attempted a Guinness World Record a few days ago. A university setting a record? Awesome! It's got to involve beer and projectile vomiting, right? Nope. Then sex, surely? Longest daisy chain?! Guess again. That leave food, huh? Most buffalo wings consumed in an hour, without projectile vomiting? Not even close.

No, Rutgers University decided to get their geek on in the worst way. Eclipsing the last big nerd record -- highest Guitar Hero score -- and looking like a mass breakout from nearby Rahway State Prison, the school went with the squeaky clean "World's Biggest Gathering of Where's Waldos".

They easily beat the record, with over a thousand Waldos showing up. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a projectile vomiting record to attempt.

Time again for Garrito's Foto Friday

2009-04-03T08:13:00.000-07:00

Today, boys and girls, we're taking a field trip to the Volunteer Park Conservatory in Seattle to witness a rare blossoming of the world's largest unbranched inflorescense flower. It's called the Corpse Flower (because it smells like a decomposing mammal), and it can grow to over 9 feet.

Its real name is Amorphophallus titanum, which translates to "giant misshapen penis". Can you say "giant misshapen penis", boys and girls?

Hands off, Maryann and Adrianne!

What was I saying? Oh yes, naturalist Sir David Attenborough changed the name of the plant to the boring Titan arum for his boring BBC show, The Private Lives of Plants. Why? Apparently he giggled every time he said "phallus".

Notice the vasectomy scar.

That didn't keep this woman from using protection.

Classic case of giant misshapen penis envy.

Boy meets girl, girl bleeds boys

2009-04-02T10:45:00.000-07:00

I never envisioned this as a movie review blog, but then I've never seen a motion picture quite like Let The Right One In, a Swedish vampire movie in a different vein. (OK, I'll try to refrain from more "sink your teeth into..." gimmes.)

I'm not going to give a full-on review here (check out my friend's take on the flick at I Love Splatter!), except to say it combines the classic elements of coming-of-age romance with coming-out-of-a-coffin ghoulishness. And like some truly great thrillers, it's what doesn't appear on screen that makes it special.

If you thought the scariest things coming out of Sweden were Ikea chair beds (Lycksele Lövås) and under-ripe lingonberries, get ready for a herring-raising experience. (Sorry.)

Two Fangs, way up!

Communism causes explosive diarrhea

2009-04-01T07:21:00.000-07:00

Poor, poor Vladimir Lenin. It's not enough that Communism ultimately failed, but now a statue of him seems to be suffering from irritable bowel syndrome. Adding insult to injured rectum is that it happened in St. Petersburg, Russia, which used to be named after him (Leningrad).

I guess you could say he has a bad case of the trotsky's.

PS. Happy Birthday, Harmony! (Thanks for the tip, Samsmama)

Female outrage begins in 3, 2, 1...

2009-03-31T12:05:00.000-07:00

Wow. Just wow. I came across this article in Japan Times titled, Women, Know Your Place.

The writer, Kris Kosaka (apparently female) basically believes professional women (at least Japanese) are "overqualified housewives".

Some money quotes:

"How much money thoughtlessly wasted through the years on cram schools and education, on overseas travel, violin lessons?"

"A new focus on marital arts should replace all other education for women in Japan, starting from mid-elementary level, lest girls become susceptible to the dangerous notion that they can someday have a life outside the home."

"I propose all Japanese women, at the age of 10, enter matrimonial arts academies. The curriculum will center on how to make life pleasant for men and children, and such courses as "Household Funds" or "How to Raise a Chauvinistic Male" will ensure society regains a clarity and unity of purpose so lacking in today's confused world. Seminars such as "How to Pour Beer into your Husband's Glass with Minimal Foam" or "Bathing Children While Maintaining a Pristine Bath" will ensure Japanese women learn the skills and develop the talents necessary for their existence."

Now, I'm no expert on Japanese society, but I'm curious how suggestions like these might fly in the U.S. Plus, I guess I'm a little disappointed the author doesn't at least recommend private geisha lessons.

I just realized: this kinda works as a companion piece to Cary's Neato Dating Tips Of The Day post on List of the Day.

Tail of terror

2009-03-30T10:17:00.000-07:00

Last week, Shiny Object reader, Sally, introduced us to her relatives Hickory & Hazel Knutt. Innocent enough. But who knew it would foreshadow a real-life horror story in Northern Ireland, where the Nutt family home (aka The Nutt House) has been besieged by a seething swarm of scavenging squirrels?

Mrs. Oonagh Nutt says she's spent thousands of pounds trying to get rid of the bushy-tailed beasts: "I've had pest control round putting poison down in the roof space and travel routes through the house...We've had squirrel catchers, traps, lights, sonar. Everything but the kitchen sink." All to no avail.

If all else fails, Mrs. Nutt could try, oh I don't know...changing her name?!

It's Garrito's Foto Friday

2009-03-27T01:07:00.001-07:00

Yes, it's another Friday. Which means I'm once again too tired or too lazy or a combination of the both, and I go through my 10,000 photos from the last six years looking for something that doesn't suck. Trust me, there's a LOT of suck in there.

I figure I showed off my one kitty, Java, two weeks ago, so now I've got to give equal time to her step-sister, Zoe, who just turned 12 on St. Paddy's Day. Zoe sneezes a lot, and usually when she's less than two feet from my face, and I mean big, meaty, snotty sneezes. It ain't pretty. But she is.

Balls are shrinking!

2009-03-26T08:22:00.000-07:00

LONDON (Reuters Life!) - The number of people in Britain with surnames like Cockshott, Balls, Death and Shufflebottom -- likely the source of schoolroom laughter -- has declined by up to 75 percent in the last century.

A study found the number of people with the name Cock shrank to 785 last year from 3,211 in 1881, those called Balls fell to 1,299 from 2,904 and the number of Deaths were reduced to 605 from 1,133.

People named Smellie decreased by 70 percent, Dafts by 51 percent, Gotobeds by 42 percent, Shufflebottoms by 40 percent, and Cockshotts by 34 percent, said Richard Webber, visiting professor of geography at King's College, London.

"If you find the (absolute) number goes down, it's either because they changed their names or they emigrated," Webber, author of the study, told Reuters on Wednesday.

He said that in many cases, people probably changed their surnames as they came to be regarded as in bad taste. "It's because the meaning of words can change. Take the name Daft -- that as a term for a stupid is a relatively recent innovation."

This reminds me of my days as a golf caddy. There was a member couple whose names, I swear, were Dick and Anita Kuntz. Here's proof.

Having a body part surname myself -- and not one of the more pleasant parts -- I can empathize with those who choose to change. Me, I've decided to stick it out. And no, that's not a hint.

Yo no heart Tijuana

2009-03-25T08:39:00.000-07:00

So after learning that one of my few ~~obviously insane~~ dear readers hails from San Diego (where I spent a couple years before retreating back to the ~~equally sunny~~ NW), I was inspired to comb through some photos to find some So Cal shiny objects.

Turns out my search brought me just south of the border, to a little strip of hell on Earth known as Tijuana. ¡Aye, chi mama! If "Tijuana" translated to "Abandon hope all ye who enter here", I wouldn't be all that surprised. There is something seriously broken with that place. I know not to judge an entire country by one little cesspool, but that's the only part of Mexico I've been too. And trust me, it's a cesspool.

As far as I could tell, Tijuanans (?) seem to think all Americans want to buy three things: Day of the Dead trinkets, wrestling masks (think Nacho Libre), and Chicklets. Chicklets? WTF? Did someone tell them we ran out? And they paint their donkeys like fucking zebras because WHY? Do they think WE think the zebra is indigenous to Northwest Mexico?

I could go on, but for now I'd better just ~~chillax~~ share those photos:

It took all of 5 seconds to cross the border into Tijuana. Getting backing was another story. It took 2 hours. TWO HOURS! This shot was taken on a walkway over the line of cars waiting to get into the U.S. (We were laughing at the fools who were stupid enough to drive... until we reached the other side of the walkway and realized the line of people sans cars stretched half-a-goddamn-mile!) What struck me was the weird, random shit hawkers were trying to sell. Cheap, plastic flamenco guitars, I can almost understand, but huge urns?

In downtown Tijuana, you see a lot of Mariachi. The thing is, few of them are actually playing. Most are waiting for transportation to bring them, I imagine, to annoy the fuck out of people in San Diego's Old Town.

Dios mio.

Diddler on the Roof -- NSFWish

2009-03-24T08:24:00.000-07:00

First of all: Welcome new readers from the insanely funny List of the Day, and a huge thank you to its blogmeister, Cary, for making me his FOLOTD (Fan of List of the Day). Also, thank you to my regular stalkers.

Now let's get down to the business at hand, so to speak.

18-year-old Google Earth fan Rory McInnes thought the new roof on his parents' mansion would make a perfect canvas for his 60 ft. mastur-piece. If we learned anything from the movie Superbad, it's that apparently 8 percent of kids make these drawings. Rory simply took it to new heights.

Let's hope he used paint.

Beer you'd like to tap -- NSFW (barely)

2009-03-23T09:33:00.000-07:00

There's a country music song I actually don't hate (no, really!) called "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off". As it turns out, beer does, too. Skinny Blonde, a low-carb beer out of Australia, features a pin-up girl on the label. Drink down a bottle and -- presto! -- her bikini top magically disappears.

The stuff is selling like hot cakes (flapjacks in this case), but less on tap than in the striptease bottles. Apparently, not since "Grab a Heine" has such a bad beer depended as much on anatomy to sell.

Get to the bottom of it here.

Welcome to Garrito's Foto Friday

2009-03-20T08:35:00.000-07:00

I just realized that the past couple Fridays I've posted my own photos. It's not as much a testament to my artistry as it is to my sheer laziness. Sometimes searching online for interesting photos and videos (AKA Shiny Objects) can be a bitch and a half.

So, I present to you one of my favorite shots (I call a lot of things "my favorite", so feel free to take it with a heaping grain of salt -- an old friend still calls me Mr. Superlative). It's from NYC two years ago, just south of Union Square on Broadway. Just north of where I learned to shoot pool in the early 90's, and just south of where I once watched a humongous cockroach make a beeline toward an ex-girlfriend in a nice restaurant (Union Square Grill) before it had the good sense to turn away before its tiny eardrums were shattered by a deafening shriek. (Hers, not mine, if I really have to spell it out.)

If this photo had a title, I think it'd have to be "I've Got a Bad Feeling About This".

Michael Jackson finally gets serious about plastic surgery

2009-03-19T09:25:00.000-07:00

The King of Pop's face has already been chiseled down more than the four Mt. Rushmore presidents combined. Now it sounds like he might outlast them all, too.

It appears Wacko Jacko is planning to be Shellac-o'd for all eternity by the mad doctor who brought us the until-now harmless Body Worlds exhibitions. Yes, if the Gloved Shunned One has his way, he will be "plastinated" upon his demise (which, sadly, gives me one less thing to wish for).

If there's a silver lining, it sure beats him being cryogenically frozen, only to be brought back to endanger our great-great-great grandsons. Shamone. He heeeee.

Man gives technology the finger

2009-03-18T09:47:00.000-07:00

Literally.

Jerry Jalava, a Finnish computer programmer who lost half his finger in a motorcycle crash with a deer, has replaced it with a prosthetic 2gb USB flash drive.

"I just leave my finger inside the slot and pick it up after I'm ready."

I can't help but think this would be much more interesting if Jerry was, say, a butcher.

Eves of distraction

2009-03-17T07:50:00.000-07:00

What would you do for two free airline tickets? In London yesterday, about 400 people stripped down to their shamrocks for a special St. Patrick's Day promotion. Oh, that cunning Aer Lingus.

Keep looking for four-leaf clovers here or read about it here.

"Happy Friday the 13th -- watch yer ass!"

2009-03-13T12:31:00.001-07:00

So sayeth Java, who's path you best not cross today.

Meet Frank Chu

2009-03-13T08:30:00.001-07:00

I had no clue when I took this photo last year that I was in the midst of celebrity. His name is Frank Chu and, according to Wikipedia, he's one of San Francisco's best-known eccentrics. That's saying a lot. I thought I was taking a picture of A nut. Turns out he's THE nut.

Chu's sign changes daily, with the one consistent element being his trademark "12 Galaxies". It's only recently that he's upped the total of Galaxies, as you can see here along the Embarcadero. (Did he finally buy a telescope?) There even used to be a local nightclub named 12 Galaxies in his honor. Chu sells ad space on the back of that sign (I wish I had taken a look!), with companies like Quiznos Sub sponsoring him, and gets free meals at restaurants all over the city.

Who's crazy now, huh? (OK, yeah, it's probably him. Still...)

New KFC offering: chicken of the sea

2009-03-12T08:30:00.001-07:00

Colonel Sanders has just been reintroduced to Osaka -- from the bottom of its river -- after a 24-year absence. Seems the locals subjected KFC's leader to lengthy Japanese water torture after mistaking him for MLB reject/Japanese baseball hero Randy Bass. They meant for Bass to (ironically) "sleep with the fish", but grabbed the colonel instead. Still no word on his secret recipe for survival.

More finger lickin' goodness here.

German food company "so goes there"

2009-03-11T08:38:00.000-07:00

Why did the chicken cross the Autobahn? To get unwittingly involved in racial stereotyping, it seems. Explaining their new fried chicken offering, Sprehe spokesperson Judith Witting said, "It was supposed to be a homage to the American lifestyle and the new US president." Uh-huh. Right. I guess it could be worse. They could be selling Obama Foot-Long Hot Dogs.

Click the photo for the whole cluckin' story, or go here.

Spiderman hits the unemployment line

2009-03-10T11:50:00.000-07:00

The Japanese have finally gone too far. First they embarrass Detroit (because there's no way Detroit could possibly do that to itself). Now they've gone and put one of our beloved superheroes permanently out of business. (I know, at least it's only a Marvel hero, not DC.)

Introducing the Tmsuk (good luck pronouncing that!) T-34 Security Robot, complete with a spidey web-thingy that shoots out of its mecha-mouth to put the bad guys out of commission. Well, at least for a few seconds, until they lift it over their heads. What, rice is the only thing our friends in the Far East can make sticky?

Dental damned

2009-03-10T10:33:00.000-07:00

I hate dentists. I know, join the club. But you don't understand: until I was 18, I had only heard about novacaine. My childhood dentist -- let's call him Dr. Jekyll -- wasn't just Old School. He was Old Testament.

They say the Devil's greatest trick was convincing people he didn't exist. I say it was convincing people DDS didn't stand for Doctor of Dental Satanry. Sure, he took on a kindly Mr. Rogers-like form for my parents' sake. But I knew Mr. Hyde was simply waiting for the sound of the drill to cover up his transformation.

It should have been obvious, but by the time you noticed his knuckles -- the hairiest this side of a primate exhibit -- it was too late. They were violating your mouth and flossing your molars.

Then there was that little matter of lack of local anesthetic. The "good" doctor didn't so much drill my teeth as jackhammer them, and the deeper he hammered, the more my nerves became the underlying pipes he took pleasure in rupturing. In a dentist chair, with your mouth wadded in cotton and knuckle deep in hair, no one can hear you scream.

So why do I bring this up today? Well, I just got back from my new dentist's office. I went for a cleaning. I was mentally prepared for a similar experience to my last cleaning, a deep cleaning, at a previous dentist -- a three-day ordeal that, despite many novacaine injections, left me traumatized, in pain, and wondering if a hit man would charge less for a dental hygienist.

Imagine my surprise when my dental assistant du jour first asked me what kind of music I'd like on their iPod (I went with soothing Hawaiian), dabbed my temples with some lilac-scented oil (so that's what aromatherapy is), and proceeded to cleanse my pearly yellows with some new-fangled water jet tool. No pain, no whimpering, and no hit men.

Seems the Devil is learning to hide his tracks better.

Kanga-BOO!

2009-03-09T10:07:00.000-07:00

Talk about timing...less than five minutes after friend/loyal reader/ shoe fetishist Shelly tells me about the blog Fuck You Penguin, I come across my very own marsupial mo-fo.

This story answers the age-old question: What do you do when a 6-foot kangaroo crashes through your bedroom window and proceeds to treat your bed (with you, your wife and kid under the covers!) like a trampoline? Apparently, you pull a "Mickey Rourke" and put adorably rabid Skippy in a headlock.

Don't believe me? Click the pic to hop to the article. (Yeah, I really said "hop" -- sad.)

Strip Club EXPOSED!

2009-03-06T10:17:00.000-08:00

I go to strip clubs about as often as I vote for Republicans, and with about as much enthusiasm. My last trip was for a friend's bachelor party in '07, at the Acropolis in Portland (which has the nerve to call itself a steakhouse -- believe me, nothing in that place is "well done"). I can say this for the club: none of their strippers had band-aids on their asses, like a dancer at another bachelor party years before. Classy.

The highlight of my evening? A visit to the men's room, where I finally found something I could photograph without risking a black eye or knee to the groin or worse yet, a lap dance.

In retrospect, I really wish I had invested the $1.50 to learn the secrets of their penile enlargement technique (just out of curiosity, mind you) and apparently-Bill Clinton-endorsed oral gratification device. Tough titties (some pun intended), I guess.

Tonya Harding hearts Obama. Riiiight.

2009-03-05T17:34:00.000-08:00

Looking like a bloated drag queen wearing a circa-1994 Tonya Harding wig, the former skater/boxer/knee cap-hater bitches about Obama referring to her recently. Of course, in the same breath she says she gets work because the President brought her up (using the old "any publicity is good publicity" rationale). What kind of work, exactly, do you imagine she's getting? Shoe salesperson? ("Ow, watch it with that foot measuring stick, lady!")

Man cuts one, and it's nasty

2009-03-05T07:50:00.000-08:00

The guy in this video is using a thermal lance to cut a 9-ton press head (whatever that is) off a giant hydraulic press body (whatever THAT is). I learned about the tool watching The Bank Job last night at a friend's.

Without giving too much away from a decent flick, they use one to enter the bank vault. (C'mon, you knew they break into a bank!) Basically, it's an iron tube packed with iron rods that, when lit, burns at up to 8000°F, can cut through steel...and even melt rocks.

I may not be a Tim Allen-grunting man-fool (more a Woody Allen-kibitzing man-fool, thank you), but this would definitely come in handy in those one-asshole-taking-two-parking-spaces situations.

Eels are shiny, right?

2009-03-04T10:36:00.000-08:00

Slimy...shiny...close enough. Anyhoo, I don't describe many things as "sweet" without miming a puke-inducing finger down my throat, but this song by The Eels is just that. It's from the small, quirky movie The Big White, starring some not-so-small talent (Robin Williams, Giovanni Ribisi, Holly Hunter, Woody Harrelson, etc). Just a bit of a warning: it's a fan-made video since there's no actual one. Get ready to go, "Awwwwwww..."

Kitsch of the day

2009-03-04T07:25:00.000-08:00

Way back when I was a New Yawkuh, I used to take frequent road trips up to Maine to visit a good friend (sometimes in the company of up to 10 other friends -- can you say "find a good spot on the floor to sleep"?). It always seemed like an eccentric place, from the strangely exotic Belted Galloway cows in Camden that looked like giant, double-stuffed Oreos to Uncle Billy's Bar-b-que in South Portland, featuring walls covered in velvet Elvii and customer napkin drawings of pigs (ie. Frankenpig).

But my favorite eccentricity was the work of local artist Dan Danielson. I can't find much about him online (and I'm far too lazy to comb through my own photos to scan), but I've managed to dig up a couple good examples. I could be wrong, but I believe Dan was originally a plumber who one day decided he was an artist. He took old boilers and crafted them into, well, anything and everything. I remember his workshop featured a boiler Rapunzel letting down her boiler hair from the roof. Some other memorable works included...

St. George slaying the dragon

Easter Island

I was just back there in September for the first time in 6 years (shame on me!), and I can kick myself for not dragging my fiancée to see Dan's work. Then again, she wasn't terribly impressed by the cows.

Signs that Iceland is in the crapper

2009-03-03T09:41:00.000-08:00

Things are shitty in Iceland these days. Their economy collapsed. Their government dissolved. And Björk attacked a photographer. Even IceNews seems to be trying to draw attention away from their stinking island to focus on other Scandanavian issues. But notice a familiar theme? That's right -- the journalistic equivalent of underwear skid marks.

What's next, the Mile-High Pub?

2009-03-02T09:49:00.000-08:00

An out-of-service Boeing 747 has been converted into a youth hostel named, of course, Jumbo Hostel, at the Stockholm, Sweden airport...complete with staff dressed as goofy 1960's flight attendants. On the upside, rooms start at only $63 per night. The downside? It's the first hotel susceptible to hijacking. (Insert "hostel takeover" joke here.)

Sleep peacefully on an airport runway.

The cockpit honeymoon suite -- expect turbulence.

"Why, no, we've never had anyone asking for a place to 'crash'. Idiot."

It's official: the sky is falling

2009-02-26T19:10:00.000-08:00

Something's up...and you better hope it stays there! A week ago, I linked to a video about a hunk-a, hunk-a burning metal that fell from the sky and crashed into a New Jersey business. No harm, no foul, you might say. It's just Jersey.

Well, guess what, Chicken Little? The same friggin' thing just friggin' happened again. An identical slab -- right down to two drill holes in its middle -- slammed through a Dallas home.

I'm finally convinced. Aliens are assholes.

Click image for CNN video link:

Too much of a good thing

2009-02-26T09:27:00.000-08:00

One ladybug (or ladybird, to some) is adorable. A thousand ladybugs? Creepier than a convention of Furries. Apparently, this is known as overwintering, when they huddle together in a protected place (sort of like Furries at a convention). I don't know...when a single ladybug lands on me I consider myself lucky, but when I came across this mob I considered myself lucky to get away with my life.

I do have one gnawing question: when two ladybugs mate, does that make them lesbians?

Giant perv

2009-02-24T12:40:00.000-08:00

Shiny Object brings you an impressive float from the final day of Carnaval in Rio. In this photo, we see a couple in the classic DiCaprio/Winslet "I'm the king of the world" pose, with a colossus unable to take his eyes off their PDP (Public Display of Penetration). In those skimpy costumes, the dude is probably thinking: If Saturn's behind me, that must be Uranus in front of me.

Baby it's just you I'm thinkin' of

2009-02-23T23:21:00.000-08:00

If you've been to Brussels, Belgium, you've likely seen the Manneken Pis (Dutch for Little Pee Man) because, y'know, nothing washes down those famous waffles and frites quite like faux urine.

He's been taking a whizz now since the 15th century, with competing legends behind his origin. (My favorite: a young lad witnessed foreign attackers planting an explosive charge, and peed on the burning fuse to save the city. Me, I get gun shy in a public restroom. What a kid!)

So besides peeing in public, what does he have to do with The King? Well, they often dress him in one of several hundred costumes, from a Tibetan Monk to Mozart to Nelson Mandela to Santa Claus. I was lucky enough to have caught him in the above-pictured Fat Elvis bejeweled white jumpsuit. Talk about a #1 hit!

And the Oscar goes to...sleep?

2009-02-22T22:20:00.000-08:00

Well, another year, another mostly snoozefest. Almost everyone not attached to a movie about a discarded Pitt or directed by an unsightly Boyle might as well have stayed home.

The show did have its moments. Ben Stiller's spot-on unshaven, unwashed, Joaquin Phoenix-in-space impersonation, Seth Rogan and James Franco's pre-taped Pineapple Express stoner segment, and Steve Martin and Tina Fey's "Don't fall in love with me" bit helped me forget about Best Sound Editing, Best Costume Design, and every other Best I-Really-Don't-Give-A-Crap-Who-Wins filler award.

To his credit, Hugh Jackman did a good job as a song-and-dance man, but they seemed to stretch the definition of "host" as he was largely a "ghost" throughout the broadcast. Alas, my hopes for an Aniston/Jolie gown-shredding catfight went unrealized.

PS. I think Jerry Lewis may need to be put down soon.

Chew on this: a $4000 wad of gum

2009-02-21T09:39:00.000-08:00

As someone who used to regularly put an entire 5-piece pack of HubbaBubba in his mouth, I'm in awe of this 7-pounder.

It's called Kauri Gum, a fossilized resin from the Kauri tree once found in sheep-like abundance in New Zealand, and used for all sorts of things from, yes, actual chewing gum to furniture varnish. (It was big in the late 1800's, so take your tongue off the coffee table!) There was even a name for people who dug up gum like this. Surprise! Gum-Diggers.

This "gem" was unearthed by Andrew Silby in his mum's (see how I used the colloquial term?) garden. He wants to sell it. Me? I'm thinking pull a Lebowski and go bowling.

Great Great Great Grand (Cannon) Fodder

2009-02-20T08:32:00.000-08:00

Leave it the Brits to recreate the only cannon ever recovered from an English ship that battled the Spanish Armada in 1588. Ah, the glory days, pip pip, cheerio, and whatnot. Imagine their surprise when it actually works!

From Elizabeth's Lost Cannons on BBC Two, clearly the lesser of the BBC's.

It's all downhill from here

2009-02-19T10:03:00.000-08:00

I went to the Portland Adult Soapbox Derby (which sounds naughty, I know, but isn't) on Mt. Tabor last August, truly a one-of-a-kind event (unless, of course, you live in any number of cities that host one). Pretty much what you might expect: fast cars, slow cars, cool cars, pathetic cars, quirky cars, and even quirkier cars.

This one lost control and crashed moments after I took the shot. Not my fault. I swear.

Too many sharks, not enough jets. (I swear, that's my first and last West Side Story reference.)

This one clearly fit into both the "pathetic" and "slow" categories.

Did I forget to mention the WTF category?

Going, going...gone

2009-02-18T17:39:00.000-08:00

This was a bittersweet day for NY Mets fans as Shea Stadium, opened in 1964, was torn down to make way for shiny, new Citi Field. I grew up with Shea and loved it as much as any inanimate object not named GI Joe, right down to the Home Run Apple (which, if you don't know, is a large apple that came out of a top hat when a Met hit a home run -- silly, but it was our silly, second only to "Bernie Brewer" sliding into a giant stein of beer in Milwaukee).

Of course, I didn't realize how brutally ugly Shea was until I started seeing other ballparks around the country. And boy, was it ugly, with the deafening sound of planes taking off and landing at nearby LaGuardia throughout every game.

But it was the magical place where I got to witness Doc Gooden chalk up 16 K's, the inaugural interleague game against the Red Sox, and even the Police in concert with REM opening for them.

So, I will miss you Shea Stadium, warts and all.

Reason #871 to hate heavy metal...AND Jersey

2009-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:00

JERSEY CITY (WABC) -- A chunk of burning hot metal crashed through the roof of a Jersey City business this morning, and it wasn't immediately clear where it came from.

The hunk of mystery metal made a two-foot square hole in the roof of the business, Al Smith Moving at 33 Pacific Avenue, at around 9 a.m.

The metal has two holes in it and was reportedly so hot that workers at the business couldn't touch it for a half hour.

Nobody inside the business was injured.

In 2007, a mysterious piece of metal landed in a Bayonne home.

Aliens 2, New Jersey 0 - Garrito

Found: Patty O'Furniture's long lost brother

2009-02-14T09:12:00.000-08:00

That's right, it's good ol' Phil McCracken, he of prank phone call fame. Of all places, I found proof of his existence in Seattle's Lake View Cemetery...mere yards away from Bruce Lee's grave! I was there in '05 snapping photos, when I looked down and saw his famous moniker etched on top of a tombstone. A little research (Wikipedia) shows that Phil's actually a noted sculptor (who knew?!) who has exhibited in places like the Smithsonian. Yeah, that Smithsonian. Makes me wish I had actually taken notice of his work, instead of focusing on his awesome name. Now, has anyone seen Mike Hunt?

Art is creepy

2009-02-12T09:38:00.000-08:00

I took in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art last week. Not all that impressive. This piece was interesting, in a nightmarish way, but then I kept having to turn around to see if it was following me.

Less Cramp-ed

2009-02-05T21:16:00.000-08:00

Lux Interior, the lead singer of The Cramps, was admitted to rock'n'roll (well, rockabilly) heaven today. I thought some bikini girls would be a good send-off.

This is a tram HOW?

2009-02-04T08:54:00.000-08:00

This photo I took of Portland's Aerial Tram (while driving!) got me wondering why they didn't call it what it is: a gondola. "Aerial Tram" sounds like it came from the same geniuses who brought us "Sky Bus". It's a plane. A plane! (No, that's not my Herve Villechaize impersonation.)

Digging for gold

2009-02-03T07:56:00.000-08:00

Not since Seinfeld's "it wasn't a pick, it was a scratch" incident has an object on a fingernail caught people's attention. Here we see Cipto Purnomo of Indonesia showing off the 24-carat gold, 7.5mm-tall statue of Buddha he created, weighing 1.5g. Via BBC News:

So this rabbi walks into a bar...

2009-01-31T05:26:00.000-08:00

Oy vey, this is funny. Thanks to CT for sharing.

Night of the Living...Roadkill?!

2009-01-29T13:52:00.000-08:00

My guess is you can't be charged with vehicular undeadmanslaughter.

Sacrificial Lamb: now in goat flavor

2009-01-28T06:32:00.000-08:00

LAGOS (Reuters) – Police in Nigeria are holding a goat on suspicion of attempted armed robbery.

Vigilantes took the black and white beast to the police saying it was an armed robber who had used black magic to transform himself into a goat to escape arrest after trying to steal a Mazda 323.

"The group of vigilante men came to report that while they were on patrol they saw some hoodlums attempting to rob a car. They pursued them. However one of them escaped while the other turned into a goat," Kwara state police spokesman Tunde Mohammed told Reuters by telephone.

"We cannot confirm the story, but the goat is in our custody. We cannot base our information on something mystical. It is something that has to be proved scientifically, that a human being turned into a goat," he said.

Belief in witchcraft is widespread in parts of Nigeria, Africa's most populous nation. Residents came to the police station to see the goat, photographed in one national newspaper on its knees next to a pile of straw.

Somebody hates sand traps more than me

2009-01-23T22:30:00.000-08:00

I play golf (badly). Believe me, there's nothing worse than ending up in the bunker, even more so if your iron weighs over 1000 lbs. Bet this guy wishes he could have a mulligan.