Thursday November 20th, 2008.
Around 5:30PM.
Edmonton, Canada.
A police car dashboard camera caught this on tape: A meteor between 1 and 10 tons fell from the heavens.
Yahoo! news link
End of the World Bonus Round:
See the meteor falling from multiple camera angles.
(via Geekologie)
Tonight, I sauntered in to a bar by my home.
I know the bar and they know me: I’m local.
An event was going on and I couldn’t get in. The place was rented-out for the next few hours: it was a 10 year highschool reunion.
Within seconds, I had formulated the plan for “Operation Promdate.”
It is Saturday night, I’m bored, and this seemed like a fun challenge:
I will crash a highschool reunion.
I went home and in 15 minutes I showered, shaved, and came back in a sportcoat and an almost ironed shirt. Because I dressed the part, no one at the reunion suspected that I was an interloper and within minutes I had a cover story, an official name tag, and even a fake wife (a fake “baby mama”): a lovely alumnus, Brigette, agreed to be my co-conspirator. We were not married (”because we will not get married until gay marriage is also legal”) and we had a 23 month old daughter named “Canada” (we agreed to go the way of celebrity baby names, and it was either “Canada” or “Windsock”). When you’re going to be full of shit, you have to have the obscure details worked-out.
I couldn’t actually fake having gone to school with these people, though it was tempting to try. Instead, I was Brigette’s “baby daddy” brought along for the event – I mingled and made small talk with the real alumni and had a blast.
I never had a highschool reunion of my own: the lame-ass alternative education school I went to never did reunions. So, this was the closest I’ve ever gotten to a highschool reunion. And even though it wasn’t mine, it was a great reunion. It was the best of both worlds: I went to a highschool reunion, yet I didn’t have to contend with any of the annoying people I went to highschool with.
I hope to someday attend a wedding in the same way: “Operation Second Cousin.”
Brigette: my fake “baby mama.”
Cool new video for “Black ThinKing”, by combustion.
Black Thin King from combustion on Vimeo.
(via Notcot)
Never again will I eat flan.
The book to buy everyone this upcoming holiday season:
“Natural Harvest: A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes.“
With such fine recipes as: Guanabee Horchata, the Almost White Russian, Tuna Sashimi with Dipping Sauce, Lime Aioli, and Creamy C*m Crepes.
Some questions:
• In restaurants, don’t these foods usually contain semen anyway?
• When will this be the magic ingredient on Iron Chef?
• How many Weight Watchers points for semen?
• It semen Kosher? Is there a shechita/halal way of procuring it?
(via Susan, via John, via Lulu)
The art of Nathan Mazur combined with the music of Parry Gripp.
Up Butt Coconut
(song available at iTunes, and as an extended dance remix)
Do You Like Waffles?
(song available at iTunes)
(photos from Kraft VELVEETA and MyWoodenSpoon.com)
The competition was stiff and we were on the edge of our seats the entire way.
A hearty congratulations to “My Wooden Spoon” for winning the 2008 VELVEETA Casserole Challenge – to make the best/most palatable casserole from Velveeta prepared cheese product for under $20.00.
The winning dish: Shrimp Stroganoff Casserole.
Well done “My Wooden Spoon,” and we at Blogadilla hope that the recent fame has not turned your life upside down.
The Maine Lobster Game: it’s like any other crane/claw game.
But instead of winning a stuffed animal, you win a live lobster.
(photo from LobsterGame.com)
Lemon Butter Bonus Round:
Harbor View Gifts may be one of the last places on Earth where you can still get your hands on a Lobster Claw Harmonica. I’m buying everyone a Lobster Claw Harmonica for Christmas this year.
(via Oh Gizmo)
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