Onion rings the size of my face, and a hunk of meat to match. Actually, I put one of the gargantu-onion-rings on my burger.
I'll be scheduling my heart attack for about 4:30 p.m. on this coming Friday. Please have your Red Cross CPR certification cards available if you attend.
Burger Stats:
- One (1) pound of flesh
- Cheese - Product of USA
- Lettuce - One (one) wad
- Tomato Slices - Two (2)
- Onion - Four (4) to 5 (five) rings + any additional fried onion rings you may add
- Mayonaise
- Bun - White and Untoasted
What video game is your personal Game of the Year?
Submitted by SimpleNate.
Personally, I enjoy kickin it old-school...
... my co-worker, Spaceghost, won't get his feelings hurt. See, Spaceghost was wearing a tie yesterday. It's not often that he wears a tie, and his ties are spectacular. When I say spectacular, it's the same as a mycologist saying, "That's a spectacular slime mold." You have to look at it as a professional in the field of ugly ties, as I do, in order to appreciate the spectacular properties of this tie.
Luckily, I got a picture of the tie before it scampered away under a work bench to build its nest.
At first, I didn't notice the tie. The pattern(s) naturally bewilders the eyes such that they often refuse to register that anything is there. The resulting subconcious void sometimes cues me in that I'm missing something good and makes me take a closer look. Sometimes, however, I think I miss some truly amazing ties that my eyes are completely incapable of processing.
Lets examine this beauty. At first, I thought it was some manner of plaid. Then Spaceghost shifted in his chair and I thought I saw paisley. Something in my brain snapped, and I asked myself, "Could it be that the paisley is merely a component of the plaid?" No, it has to be some manner of quilting... but there are no stitches holding the patches together. As you can see, the various patterns actually lay out into an off-kilter plaid where simple, god-fearing colors have been replaced by patterns that could possibly be the inspriation for many of Glenn Danzig's bigger hits.
Yo-yo guide books, for the most part, suck. Sorry, that was a harsh generalization of yo-yo books... I should have said "Yo-yo guide books gargle man-yogurt."
You can pick up a few basic techniques from the books, and if you know absolutely no tricks you might be able to learn the ever-popular Walk-the-Dog. (this is the part where I go into a bitter rampage, screaming about the people who see me walking down the street doing complicated tricks like the Brain Twister and they always ask "can you walk-the-dog?") And some books offer good insight into the mechanics or physics behind yo-yos, which can be quite helpful. But if you want anything more than that out of a book, if you are looking to learn anything more complicated than a Loop-T-Loop, please let me know if you find something because I've been looking for years.
Now let us discuss some of the videos I've run across in my search to learn skills that can make a woman's sex drive shrivel and die in mere seconds. There's this guy that put out a multitude of videos in the mid-to-late '90's who... wait for it... who calls himself Yo-Hans. Oh dear baby jebus. His dad, I think, started a yo-yo company based on Yo-Hans' above average abilities with a yo-yo. He styles himself as some sort of world yo-yo champion because his pop's company held a "competition" that obviously was rigged so that this marketing whore would win. Yo-Hans is the guy in the video over there that talks to the camera. He's that kind of guy. Anyways, back to the videos. All of the Yo-Hans videos feature music and fashion that would make Eastern European kids swoon. And his idea of teh c00list trix evAr is workin two yo-yos at once with the loops. In my opinion, that's like watching a guy run a marathon; after the first few seconds, you get the idea and you can skip out on the next four hours. The tricks Yo-Hans does demonstrate, he doesn't demonstrate them very well, and they're rather pedestrian and well-covered in the aforementioned books. I won't bother mentioning titles of his works, as they're not worth it. If you see a backwards-worn newsboy hat with some cool neon graphix, you're in trouble. Thankfully, I think Duncan bought out Yo-Hans' dad and absorbed all of their stuff... leaving Yo-Hans to schlep around in the third-world teaching the power of yo-yos to kids who'd be better off learning the power of milking a goat to feed their family.
Duncan, however, got it right. The "How to be a Player" video was given to me, and I shrugged it off. Another yo-yo video, I says to myself. Pshaw. This video, featuring hero Steve Brown and other yo-yo talents that I can't remember because I'm all sleepy, shows some amazing stuff... and then it shows you how to do it... in slow motion... with explanations. Hero Steve Brown, hallowed be thy name, also convinced someone to put in a soundtrack featuring actually good music. And now, I see, it's in DVD form, which was the only drawback for a long time, as it was only available on ye aulde VHS (and my vcr put some unflattering static lines on the hero Steve Brown's artistry and made the tv speakers go "chhhhsshhshhvvvbthhhwweee" when paused). Srsly, this is a good and helpful video... and I'm not just saying that because hero Steve Brown lurks in these parts, commenting on my conjectury and making me wet myself because famous people aren't supposed to talk to me. I once made Vice President Dan Quayle's wife uncomfortable when she saw that it was me shaking her hand... and Ian MacKaye's nipples and sweat heartilly distracted me once when I was talking to him after a show long long ago. Me + Famous People = peepants.
In the early 1990's, spending $30 on a yo-yo was unheard of. But then, that's the price one paid for the kind of quality you got with the Tom Kuhn line of yo-yos. I may be wrong, but as far as I know, Tom Kuhn was the first deluxe yo-yo designer. At a time that all yo-yos (pretty much Duncan at the time) were being made from plastic, Tom reverted back to wood with the No Jive and Mandala models. He also designed one of the first yo-yo systems that could be disassembled to fix those nasty axle knots. The axle was composed of a wooden sleeve that slipped over a machined metal bar. PLUS, by flipping around the parts you could re-assemble it into any of the three styles of yo-yo... the Original; the Butterfly; and the ever-questionable Pagoda. The Pagoda style is not for the faint of heart.
Herr Doktor Kuhn (he's from Southern California, and his Doctoral status is not verified, but I just like the sound of it) also was one of the first to apply ball bearing and axle sleeve technology to the yo-yo, and thus was born the Roller Woody. The Roller Woody had a maple body like the aforementioned No Jive yo-yo, but the axle had a tiny bearing for extra long spin times. In fact, the Roller Woody had such a long spin that during my brief experience with a friend's Roller Woody, I had trouble getting it to return. Other companies introduced such innovations as "sticky pads" and "break pads" to get their bearing'd yo-yos to return, which amounted to puting double-sided tape in the gap of your yo-yo. Hey, it works.
Eventually, Tom turned to aircraft-grade aluminum for materials. The first model he made was the Silver Bullet, followed quickly by the Silver Bullet 2 which featured axle bearings. The first incarnation of the Silver Bullet cost an un-godly $90, which in 1992 dollars could get you a new house, two new cars and a healthy white baby off of the black market. Also, the first Silver Bullet wasn't completely made of aluminum, as it still featured the signature wooden axle sleeve because Tom just couldn't let go of the action that wood has on the string. Say what you will, but wooden yo-yos do have a super smoothe feel on the throw and subsequent spin that other materials can't reproduce. Please note the design innovations in the picture of the Silver Bullet 2 (it's identical to its predecessor)... The majority of the weight has been moved out to the rim of the yo-yo which greatly increased the spin time. The string gap is well-rounded and wide at the top for tricks that require landing the yo-yo on the string (i.e. the Double or Nothing).
Tom also invented the yo-yo holster, but I am not nearly cool enough to sport one of those. He's still busy working on new designs, as I've recently become aware of a new line going by the name RD (Recreational Device). I'll talk to my loan officer and see what I can do to get one of those...
Yo-yos are great. They're great for working out various frustrations. While I was still attending college in the early '90's at a small, rural Arkansas school I was considered to be the "city" guy with "funny" "hair." Not having a car kept my effective range to a minimum, and being the lone "alternative" kid in town kept special lady friends to a minimum. So I turned my unspent energy towards the yo-yo and honed my skillz. I'm ok with a yo-yo, but I'm no Steve Brown.
I could write about yo-yos all day, but I suspect that my boss wants me to do some work. I'll add more later concerning yo-yo history and my various opinions on various yo-yos and yo-yo aspects. I mean, I'm not an expert on anything like Sixbucksamonkey or Zombie Birdhouse, but I noticed a severe lacking of yo-yo postings on the Vox... and I know just a little bit about them. And if you find what I say to be wildly inaccurate, just post a comment and I'll fixit.
My wife and I are expecting a baby in July, and she as accepted the fact that the baby will be born in the theatre, or I can catch up in about three hours.
Of course, those same standards have been set for the new Harry Potter movie by my wife. That might be attributed to her getting a glimpse of the sorcerer's bone in that Equus picture.
http://www.cheddarvision.tv/
Depending upon your supervisor's preferences, this may not be safe for work. Cheeseophiles permeate every aspect of our society, and I recommend a cautious approach when viewing this kind of material. Children should not watch this without parental supervision. This is a prime example of the smut that the European internet community is peddling to our youth without any oversight whatsoever.
Show us your hairstyles over the years.
Submitted by Lena Katrin.