Dept. of Marry-Me-Or-I-Fuck-My-Comp

Mod the matrimony

What to do if you're a g33k and you want to propose to your girlfriend? Buy tulips? Surprise her with a romantic dinner and candlelights?

Not this guy. He modded a computer and gave to his fiancée. At the top he had placed the engagement-ring in a cake.

Yeah, she said yes. But what she thought of the mod isn't the story reviving but as one of the replies says: "My first thought was Martha Stewart meets case modding" there is no long shot that she tries to hide the ride (it was for her job). But rather qute no matter what.

Dept. of Mistakes-Made-A-Mess

Dumbest moments of the year

"His acute sense of what's on the minds of his listeners, combined with his ability to ... serve as a lightning rod for lively discussion, makes him the perfect fit." Mike Shapiro on ESPN explaining why they decided to hire Rush Limbaugh, the right-wing bad boy on the air.

And it goes on in Business 2.0 listing on the 101 Dumbest Moments in Business. As an example is the third place: Urban Outfitters who created Ghettopoly, a Monopoly rip-off. The traditional pieces were replaced with a machine gun, marijuana leaf, basketball, and rock of crack cocaine.

And it goes on and on. Another fun example on the everlasting Babylonic problem: when IKEA, the swedish furniture company, is putting their new catalogue out there is a fuzz in Germany over the children's bunk bed 'Gutvik' since that in Germany sounds much like a phrase that means 'a good fuck'. (This also make me remember when the Japanese car-company Honda was releasing their model 'Fitta' a couple of years ago and it never showed up in Sweden since the word means 'cunt').

Dept. of Sports Apparels

Softer than the Super Bowl

Half time in the biggest sport event in the world have it´s own thrill: on pay-per-view you can see Lingerie Bowl. That seem rather nice. Me myself wouldn't say no to see many well-bodied girls in lingerie playing the ball. And hey, who can say he doesn't have the hopes up that there will be some "holding-the-clothes"-fouls.

Pity that the victorians at CBS doesn't understand that this would make even the most sport-hating guy to look at the Bowl. And they would be able to raise the ad-prices.

Dept. of Strange-Collaberations

A unholy union

Not only is it rather alogical but also pretty strange when reading that groups of neo-Nazis and right wing extremist jews unite in France on the web. The hate-crimecollaberation is on spreading hate-messages upon muslims and arabic culture and to do that they join forces.

A report is talking about about 26 sites where the collaboration is taking place. And the problem is on the rise.

This is for me a proof that morrons tend to be right-wing and some sort of race-elitistic. Idits.

Dept. of A-Cheesier-Cut

A cheesy solution

Do you have longed for a cheese spelling your name?

Now you can have it since
University of Wisconsin at Madison adapts laser to slice cheese in various formats. And since they think that this surely is the future of the food retailing.

Why not - a pizza slize in the shape of your beloved husband, a eatable greeting-card for aunt written in carrot-letters or the letter of goodbye formed with lasercut bits of liver.

There's a plethora of openings for this new way of using laser!

Dept. of Crazy-NASA-Wannabees

Rocket guy of U.S.A

Brian Walker is the Rocket Guy. Imagine a guy who invents and build his own rocketry and spaceships and thinking of going up in it too? Well, imagine since it's true as hell. Cuz the toy inventor and crazy guy is doing it.

He have built a rocket garden and live his dream.

Dept. of Show Off

Don't show your tits

In Nebraska you should not think of showing off your swell body. Melissa Harrington, who wants to take place in the biz of glamour and nudity, have been slashed with a ticket on breaking the law against public nudity in Lincoln, Nebraska since she had put a picture on herself without some clothing from a bar in the town.

Melissa, in the daytime a webdesigner at a bank in Lincoln is explaining her love for being flaunting tits and asses: "I'm one of those really cute Midwestern girls that just like to have fun! I'm kind of a drunk, I mean I'm not one of those "Bar Whores" but I do like to drink and have a good time, if you know what I mean." . Yeah, right. If this shouldn't be a priceless dumb thing to do. But she's rather gorgeous.

Dept. of Thought-Control

The Orwellian story in real

Brian was caught and arrested on a felony count of planning to cause serious bodily harm or death. Why? Just because that he had copied a short story (pdf) from one of the computers at his school and added some things to it. Wired News is telling the horrific story about Brian Robertson who found a Notepad-file in his webclass and thought it was rather cool and started to write more on it. The story was about "preparations for an armed invasion of his school that included directions to unnamed fellow commandos to kill the senior class principal and then plant plastic explosives around the campus.". But the cops didn't find any weapons or explosives neither in the family car or in the house of Robertson-family.

But the American law is sometimes strange and Brian Robertson was facing a charge that can put him in the slammer ten years. The Oklahoma state statute is making it clear that you can't write things that is threatening on the life and health of people. All this have come into play after the Columbine shootings and the number of kids who have been expelled and jailed for what they have written is tremendous given the fact that it really is a violation of the First Amendment. And as Sara McFall, Robertson's attorney states in court: "If a story describing such things is evidence (of a plan to commit murder), then Stephen King would be serving a life sentence."

The problem is that the law is so badly written that the district attorney is using the case of Brian to revise the statue: "the thing that I am concerned about this statute the most is the way it's written perhaps outlaws thought." he remarks in the briefing from the court.

Robertsons mother: who did think the schools lock-out of her son was good have used almost all of her time trying to defent her son finally did caught the first paragraph which Brian stated not have written. It was in the CD that comes with the installation of Adobe PageMaker...

Wonder if the district attorney is willing to sue the huge company of the dtpapplications...

Dept. of Knot Correction

Gangstas in gloves

"Detectives in Philadelphia are hunting a gang which puts on boxing gloves before launching attacks on pedestrians."
Ananova is stating. And it's surely brings on some thoughts on the criminal mind:
Is it some weak-hearted thug that came up with the idea since boxing gloves is somewhat softer than a naked hand or a knife?
Or is it a gang from the local boxing-club that have created a new strange way to get the skills in the sport of gentlemen?

However one wonder what would happen if someone had a black-white-striped shirt and started to count to ten when the gang appeared...

Dept. of Educational Purposes

Start a new career

Why not start a website? The only sites where a majority is doing profit is the adult. Porn and nudies is selling itself but of course - the competition is fierce. So, being sure on making it all the way the Adult Webmaster School could be a good investment since the yearly revenue of the whole biz is 9 billion dollar.

This is what you get: we teach you how to profit from the highly lucrative online Adult industry. AWS is a virtual school which includes a course guide, video tutorials, and real teachers you can ask for help. There are message boards and chat rooms where you can hang out with fellow students and our faculty. The course is completely self-paced -- learn as quickly or slowly as you want. We teach you everything -- no prior Web page skills required. If you know how to surf the Web (which you obviously do since you are reading this right now), you can enroll in the Adult Webmaster School.

I wonder if the video tutorials is the same ones available at the local blockbuster, in the back of the room.