Monthly Archive for April, 2009

Today We Play, What the Hell IS This?


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I’ll make it easy on you.

Three guesses what the design team members of John Takamura and Dosun Shin, College of Design faculty members, and Tamara Christensen and Dean Bacalzo, Master of Science in Design students at Arizona State University wasted their time designing to win some stupid “breaking rules” competition.

1.  Blue Man Groups latest musical instrument

2. Shrek’s Bidet

3. Yoga Toilet

Give up? I should make this a real contest but I want to embarrass the dumb asses listed above because they consider this a “transgenerational” innovation.

Read this crap…

appropriate aesthetics, design innovation, ecological responsibility and market and user benefits.

which is pure bullshit. They spent an entire semester, 15 weeks, to design this turd of a concept.

Yeah, it’s a a bunch of ca-ca all right.

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The Flo™ toilet is an ergonomic, sustainable design concept for baby boomers that functions like a squat toilet. Designers maintain that using the Flo™ toilet is akin to yoga – by building and strengthening abdominal and back muscles.

Oh, yeah? Let me tell you about using a squat toilettes. Paris has a few public ones. I needed to go. I didn’t know it was a squat toilette (stoop and poop) until I had already deposited by 20 centavos, or whatever those tiny Paris/Euro coins are called.

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It was a self cleaning deal.  I’m inside, the door has slammed shut like Capone’s Vault and Geraldo is on the way. Then I see the hole in the floor.  I’ve got a turtle head going, so there is no turning back.

Poopsocking was not an option.

I try to squat, but a thoroughly osteoarthritic knee only bendable to about 120 degrees, keeps me hovering two feet above the four inch hole.

This affliction keeps my pants well in the line of fire.

I was sure as soon as I got half-naked, to get my pants out of harm’s way, the door would rotate open and the metro would have just arrived with a bunch of Japanese school children. (French kids wouldn’t bat a beret.)

So I leaned against the wall.

Luckily these self cleaning toilets are spotless. Otherwise the floor would have been slippery, my shoes would have slid and my butt would have hit the hole with my legs splayed out in front of me.

Which actually would have been a better in the long run.

I’ll spare you the rest of the details, you’re already way ahead of my story anyway. Downtown Julie Brown would have been proud of my creation.

Lemme tell ya, if any new toilet design comes around, let it be this one.

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Yeah, the one where I can make motorcycle noises and face a television screen.

Geeky Animated GIF Monday

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Cadillac, Dodge, Jeep, Chrysler, Ford, Chevrolet, BMW, Pontiac, GMC

Hollie Steel May Give Susan Boyle Comeuppance


Simon Cowell hated Hollie Steel flitting about the stage of Britain’s Got Talent in her tutu doing ballet, until she opened her mouth and this big voice began singing “I Could Have Danced All Night.” His hand was poised over the X button ready to buzz her outta there.

Who would you pick? Hollie Steel or Susan Boyle to win Britain’s Got Talent? Little girl who doesn’t know the talent she has? Or a woman who maybe frumped herself up to get audience sympathy?

Simon said Hollie Steel’s talent was just the tip of the iceberg.
I’m wondering where her voice goes as she matures.

I’m still rooting for the Geezer broad – Susan Boyle.

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You Are NOT a Winner


I get my love of freebies from my Dad. He won an Oldsmobile in 1938 by writing an essay comparing the Oldsmobile to a bunch of animals. From that day forward, he entered a lot of contests. He never won anything of real value again.

But he almost got scammed alot later in his life.

You know the deal, a very official looking letter comes: YOU MAY HAVE WON $200,000, return this letter by blah blah blah.

More than once, Dad drove over to our house with a letter in hand, just sure he had won. It took a lot of patience to explain that MAY, means MAY. Dad had plenty of money to keep him housed and fed and healthy, but he still loved the feel of winning. I’m sure he wished he could win so he could give it to us or his grandchildren.

It was so disheartening to see how crestfallen he was when I had to burst his bubble.

Here’s a poor guy in Florida that found out his dad, in later stages of dementia, wrote $74,000 in check to scammers.

It wasn’t until over a year later that Rob discovered what had been going on. He found his father had sent in hundreds of checks. All to cover “processing” and “registration” fees to claim the money promised in the very urgent-sounding documents he was receiving, by the dozens, every day.

It was then Rob learned his father was at the onset of dementia. He had been writing check after check, without thinking twice. In total, he was out more than $74,000.

Luckily, my dad let me handle his checkbook. I wrote the checks. I knew where his money was going. No snarky aside, no irreverence this time…

If you have a parent that may be gullible to this type of scam, do your very best to make sure they understand that the bad guys are good at lying and cheating. Unless your parent is equally as good at lying and cheating, those letters should get tossed unopened.