The Japanese are at it again. Creating cool stuff.
This time they made a robot who can imitate the movements of real fashion models. I know there's a joke in there somewhere.
At Six Flags Discovery Kingdom in Vallejo, CA, a new exhibit opened last Thursday titled, Tiger vs. Dolphin. The following photo shows the customary pre-fight stare down and the dolphin's wry smile, of which the tiger says, "Gets my blood boiling!"
As for the actual fight, you would think they put the tiger into the water tank with the dolphin to begin the fight, but they actually take the dolphin out of the water and dump him on dry land next to the tiger. The tiger is undefeated so far.
Why would they pit a tiger against a dolphin? We asked that very question to the head zookeeper at Six Flags:
Zookeeper: We were trying to think of something nobody has ever seen. Something to capture people’s imagination. Imagine if you could see Babe Ruth face Roger Clemens? Or Walter Payton take on Barry Bonds in an arm wrestling match? How about Michael Jordan against Brett Favre in a no-holds-barred, full-contact pie-eating contest? I just like to think outside of the box, and let my imagination guide my immense talent, and pitting two great animals like this against each other, has always been a dream of mine.
Here's some crap that's been happening.
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer's publisher, the Hearst Corp., has decided to shut down the paper if no buyer comes forward by March 10. They do plan to continue as an online only publication. I work at a daily paper, and to see print editions disappearing is not a surprise, but still stirs up my mixed emotions. Lots of folks still love touching and reading the actual printed paper, but more and more, those people are going to die, and the newer generations could care less if they ever touch a printed paper. For people like me, and I hope to God you're not like me, who are in the middle area, not old enough to be die-hard print lovers, and not young enough to not have ever held a paper, we just have to get over it, and move on.
A new Japanese gadget makes it possible to change settings on your iPod by using facial expressions. Looks good to me.
In Paris, Indian designer Manish Arora paraded out his latest creation; Clothes to make you look like a kitty.
High School sophomore Macie Morse was born nearly blind, but underwent experimental stem-cell injection treatment in China, and now has her driver's license. I'm not a scientist, and do not claim to know much about this sort of research, but it seems to have a lot of promise, so why is it still experimental? Here's a link to the Stem Cell Research Blog. And if you're against stem cell research because of some high moral religious ground you're standing on? Then f**k off with 'ya.
It turns out horses actually do gallop regally in formation in the wild, as these horses did in Germany in February. And it was not for a Budweiser commercial.
In St. Felicien, which Google says is in Quebec, researches have been busy teaching polar bears to wave. It seems they are getting pretty close...
There’s a new blog out there called Pistola Whipped Gets a Life. The lady-blogger who operates the blog recently called me out! Right after she gets all high and mighty about interviewing Salt-n-Pepa, she calls me out...
“…I think I'm in the lead for the Most Popular Blog contest (take that Midnight Toker)! All right, I gotta dip…”
The investigative team here at Where Are My Balls as uncovered some information about Salt-n-Pepa’s treatment by Pistola Whipped behind the scenes. The following is a transcript of Pistola Whipped on the phone, talking with her assistant, while she waited for Salt-n-Pepa to get on the line to begin the interview. She had no idea someone was recording…
Pistola Whipped: What is taking those lazy SOB’s so long? Do you think they’re having a 3-way with MC Hammer?
Assistant: What about Spinderella? Wouldn’t it be a 4-way?
Pistola Whipped: Come on, keep up, we’re just interviewing Salt & Pep today, no Spinderella, hence a 3-way, not a 4-way. Can you just stop trying to piss me off? I know you’re dumb, you don’t need to try to prove it every five minutes. I cannot wait to get out of here and get me a drink. Do you think the big one is super fat now? Jesus, what time is it? Those fucking ass-…
Pepa: Hello?
There you have it, a frightening look at how Pistola Whipped handles herself behind the scenes. She’s appears to be smug, crass, and mean.
We also have obtained a photo of Pistola Whipped when she was in grade school. It clearly shows a messed up child, who grew up into the nasty-mouthed Pistola Whipped.
Recently a TMZ photog asked Michelle Rodriguez:
Photog: "How's the community service going?"
Rodriguez: "How's the cock sucking going, brother?"
TMZ says that she said "dick" sucking, but I watched the video, and I think she says "cock". It's hard because both words end in 'ck". Either way, I thought it was funny, but I’m a degenerate.
Go HERE to see the video on TMZ.
I had some down time at work this morning. Logically, I ended up looking on Facebook for a girl who had a big crush on me in high school. I never cared about her, never even talked to her, but I ended up at Facebook anyway. I guess deep down I'm worried that her life went off the tracks after graduation when she finally realized she couldn't have me. Her inability to have me probably shattered her whole existence, and I can only imagine she ended up in a mental institution eerily repeating my name.
I guess I could always go to a class reunion or one of the all-class bar parties and ask around, but I probably won’t. My school just had an all-school party last week that I did not attend. Of course, I did stalk my way onto Facebook in hopes someone had posted some tasty photos of the event. It was my lucky day. Someone, in fact, multiple someones, had posted photos of the night. Unfortunately, it was very unsatisfying. A lot of bald heads, and expanded waistlines; many people I barely knew, and even more I never wanted to know.
You know, I've learned something today. I’ve learned that no matter how much you try to forget your past, it may come back to you someday when you least expect it. I learned that not everybody is on Facebook. I learned that many of the people I went to high school with are now bald and/or fat, at least fatter and balder than I am, and that will help me sleep very well tonight, because, if I’m anything, I’m a vain jackass.
