What do you get when you cross a nursing student taking an internet marketing class and a filtration engineer? A fart-sucking chair pillow is what. And the Japanese love it, which ought to tell you something.
Although to be a super-mega-hit in Japan, they'd probably have to make a version that talked back to you or giggled or vibrated or something when you let one rip. Or maybe converted the odors into the smell of shellfish. "Hiroyuki, your office is strong of shrimp-smell. Have have you been snacking on the edamame again?" That sort of thing.
Well, I may be a little harsh on the Japanese. But they are, after all, the country that developed computerized toilet seats that warm your bottom, make fake flushing noises, and provide automatic toothbrush-shaped squirt guns to spare you from wiping. Anyway, Santa and his reindeer love the thing so it's got to be good.
I got an email from the guys doing the screenprinting for that t-shirt I idea I had. They said that they were going to send me an email that had a sample of what it would look like, etc. Here's what it will look like in case you're curious. Their email had a subject of: "Bill Rhodes firepower proof". I almost deleted it as spam without even reading it. I did a little double take and realized what it was.
I thought that was an amusing subject line in a "Describe yourself as an anime superhero" sort of way. If I was feeling more creative, I'd make a little "What kind of _____ are you?" type of script. Then you'd get people who would become "John Doe inflatable pants" and "Tracy Rhodes aluminum bender" and so forth.
So check this out: http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=1125528.
Yes, it's what you think it is. A boobies post I submitted to Fark which got accepted. It's a Klingon boobies post, no less. I had to make my first one count I guess. Read the comments towards the end, though.
Anyone got video of Conan talking about the site I submitted? I'd love to hear about his Klingon chick fetish...
Which Enemy of the Christian Church Are You?
I've more than a couple relatives deeply involved in the church. But this made me laugh anyway. Hey, at least I know I'm not going to hell, right?
I haven't washed my car in a while. 3 months and two weeks, to be precise. Been kinda busy. Other people are busy too. But not everyone gets a message like this about their car. Most often, I get a "wash me" written in dust on my window. No nipple piercing scratches or sweaty lust-prints so far. Dammit. Like to catch that action in situ, if you get my drift.
I got back last night from having spent almost two weeks in Phoenix, helping out around the house while my father was in the hospital. He was close there for a bit, but he pulled though. At least he's not going to lose his leg.
I've found that when I go to PHX because there's a family member in medical trouble, it's important to have something to do mentally. If you don't occupy yourself with some personal timewaster, you'll wind up rattling around that big empty house like a pea in an empty cereal box. It can drive you nuts. Hell, that house at the best of times can drive you nuts. So I tried to stay active and not sit around moping.
To that end, one of the things I wound up doing was building a new PC for my uncle John out of old parts he had laying around. UJ knows that it's too easy to get morose if you've got nothing to do, so he took a couple days off work and came over to hang out and distract me. After we built his PC, he suggested that we go out to Scottsdale Gun Club and do a little shooting. Any chance to get behind the Thompson is one I take -- same as for a chance to hang out with my uncle. Both at once is a double bonus.
I've had problems with my Thompson wherein the screws which hold the rear site onto the top of the frame continually come loose, so I used some red loctite to set them in permanently. Even though it's a fixed site I assumed that it would still change the aiming point of the gun, so I was keen to do some shooting as accurately as I could. Here's my second to last target:
(I should note that this target was made while shooting from the offhand position.)
The gun is shooting a little to the left, which is why my group tends toward the right a bit. I was overcompensating slightly. But 30 rounds fired and one hole in the target ain't all that bad. Especially considering I don't wear my glasses and 40 feet is a little past my myopic range of vision (the trick is to aim for the middle of the black blurry spot).
My last target was a human silouette, and it had this 3" orange dot at center mass. I had two full 30 round magazines to go through, and UJ was already packing up. So I sent the target out to 30 feet and tried to shoot out the orange area for lack of anything better to do with 60 rounds. I didn't know it, but UJ was watching me the whole time while he swept up brass. I shot out all the orange except for this one little sliver and when I turned around, UJ yelled (in his best faux carny voice) "Too bad, son... you almost won the stuffed bear on the top shelf! Step right up and try again!" The guy at the next lane down was also watching (the lanes are separated with lexan) and he was cracking up too. I almost dropped the gun from laughing. Maybe you had to be there...
Anyway, I'm glad I went and lent a hand. But I'm awfully darn glad to be back to normal life.