Kevin - Thinking Hard

The thought of having to do jury duty coupled with the pressures of a strike may just be enough to push him over the edge... Will it?

In the van...

...down by the river.

Would you send your child off in a van advertising "The Man Plan" on it's back door?
Just saying - something don't seem right about it.

He Made Me America!

I decided to drop by Stephen Colbert's I Am America (And So Can You) website... and as the URL promises, he made me America (after registering of course...)!

It's a very clever website with plenty of opportunities for YOU to interact.

• Submit a video of you reading of a portion of the book!
• Submit photos of your sightings of the book!
• Sign the petition to get Stephen Colbert on Oprah's book club list!

It's your duty as a patriotic American to help Stephen Colbert out! What are you waiting for? GO NOW!

[Don't forget to buy his book!]

The World Is Safe...

Hazel Prepares for Halloween

After Halloween comes her favourite holiday - Thanksgiving... She gets her own dinner plate (with all the fixins) and there's always leftover meat for about a week to take her pills with instead of the usual cheese slice.

Peculiar Product - Toxic Waste [candy]

"CAUTION: Consuming more than one within a brief time may cause irritation to mouth. Sensitive individuals should not consume this product."

If I were a kid, this warning would sound more like a dare to me.

Perusing the package I spotted a URL for the Toxic Waste Hazardously Sour Candy website - it's actually pretty masterful in it's kitschy design with colour and little noises on the buttons. Check out the "On the Tube" section where you'll find links to "eater submitted" videos where kids make faces, squirm and gag as they put the Toxic Waste into their mouths. The packaging also says "Manufactured for Candy Dynamics" which made me wonder where the hell this is actually made - my first thought was China - but further reading of fine print said "Made in Pakistan"... This truly is a masterfully conceived peculiar product.

Burbank Road

[Ryan Hopeless & Rich Bitch @ Burbank Airport 1991 - photo:AArtVark]

Sparklets vs. Arrowhead

I was driving to work one morning - heading down my residential street - when I came upon this. A face-off between the Sparklets Man and the Arrowhead Man. The two were out of their trucks, each standing next to their respective vehicles. I was kind of hoping to see them lunge at each other - locking hands around throats - settling the question of which water is more pure like real men - with a fistfight to the death! No such photogenic luck... As I passed between the trucks I noticed they were yucking it up about something - perhaps about how the bottles are filled with tap water?...

Ingrid Newkirk of PETA on behalf of bullies?!?

Originally posted @ HBO's Real Time With Bill Maher forum in regard to Ingrid Newkirk appearing on the August 31, 2007 show.

Ingrid Newkirk of PETA on behalf of bullies?!? Are you kidding?
Posted: Sep 1, 2007 2:51 AM (271 of 272)

I am shocked that out of all people possible you picked Ingrid Newkirk of PETA to speak on the Vick/dogfighting topic - in the eyes of rescuers and those that are the boots on the ground trying to give a second chance to these most abused, abandoned, slandered and misunderstood dogs, Ingrid Newkirk and PETA are no real friends.

As far as I am aware, PETA SUPPORTS BREED SPECIFIC LEGISLATION (BSL) targeted at criminalizing the ownership of all dogs perceived as "pit bulls". The statement on their website does not address the fact that BSL will only drive the fighters and breeders underground and make it impossible for new adoptions to responsible and loving homes. BSL rarely (if ever) "grandfathers" in existing dogs. If as PETA states they support BSL just for the spay/neuter component, then why not work to put a law into effect for ALL breeds (with mandatory registration of breeders and those who do not alter their dogs for breeding)?

PETA has never been at the forefront of finding homes for discarded bullies or speaking up in their defense. Now that there's attention to be gained from the Michael Vick media frenzy it seems that they're trying to elbow past all the people that have been doing the real work... Where has Ms. Newkirk been for bullies before now?... Speaking against "the breed" is most likely where.

Using the PETA BSL logic, all the bullies rescued from New Orleans (and there were many, some of which made it on the news as poster dogs for the rescue efforts) should not be accepted into foster homes in other cities and would have to be euthanized regardless of temperament, age or anything.

Perhaps PETA should stick to their more lucrative mainstays of fundraising, like naked movie stars in fur stores, and not try to leech publicity and money from those that have put in years of work at no personal profit in order to really advocate for bullies and their rescue.

If I am somehow wrong, how about having a discussion about this on your show at some point and challenging the allegations? Here are some from Diane Jessup. Though her allegations are pretty strong, they don't seem to be too off the mark.

I must say that I have been pleasantly surprised by the ASPCA and the great efforts they have gone to explaining the realities of bullies and now are actually doing something to help the dogs seized from Michael Vick's farm instead of trying to capitalize on his "repentance". I was wondering if Ms. Newkirk head heard the same lame Larry King Lite contrition that I heard coming out of Vick's mouth.

I believe that you, Mr. Maher, are indeed able and willing to give bullies a fair chance, so why not have a true advocate for their cause on your show?

ASPCA Elaborates on Pit Bull Evaluations - Announces Bad Rap as Partner

BAD RAP SF

Diana Nyad - Vick Off the Mark

Hearse & Funeral Collections - Not That Weird

Collecting hearses and funerary objects is not that weird in comparison to Sigurdur Hjartarson's Phallological Museum in Iceland. Listen to CBC's interview on As It Happens. [It's either at the end of part one or the beginning of part 2...]

Penis Museum Duration: 00:06:00

"It's one of a kind -- the Phallological Museum in Iceland. But still, the world's only penis museum has not yet managed to secure even one of a specimen of which there are billions. There is no human phallus on display... despite the wishes of Sigurdur Hjartarson. He's the curator of the Icelandic Phallological Museum and we reached him in Husavik, Iceland."

Pass the Bonaduce on the Left Hand Side

Living in Los Angeles makes it inevitable that at some point, somewhere, you will recognize someone famous while doing one of the mundane tasks of life.

[I must admit, while living in the San Fernando Valley I saw more famous people I recognized than I do now, living in Los Angeles proper...]

My sighting is a simple one. Pushing a cart out of Trader Joe's at LaBrea and Third I almost ran smack into Danny Bonaduce as he got off his Harley motorcycle. He stared at me, smiled and nodded his head in recognition. Not sure why, it's not like I was winding up to say something to him... But I s'pose that's good manners on his part and I gave him a nod back. Seemed a pleasant enough fellow as he walked by - though I do wonder what he was going into Trader Joe's for.

I know - this would be much better if I'd taken a photo of his motorcycle...

[Sorry for the lame title, but it amuses me. I'm sure some of you will get the cultural reference.]

The Mummy Congress

[The Mummy Congress: Science, Obsession and the Everlasting Dead by Heather Pringle - 2002, Fourth Estate]

A great book for those that like non-fiction and/or mummies. Read my review at the Night~Doings [News & Reviews] blog.

Evacuation Drill

Just what I needed my first day back at work from a despicable time in Amarillo, TX - an evacuation drill! At least the employees have the reassurance of knowing, in case they should need resuscitating, one of these fellows might very well be the one to give 'em mouth-to-mouth and pound on their ribcage...

[See the action videos => Safety Officer - Safety Officer II ]

Note To Self RE: Amarillo

Never, ever, under any circumstances stay in Amarillo - even if you have business there. There are other options. The unpleasant nature of the people, which by far outnumber any that are decent human beings will sooner or later turn your stay into shit.
[Details to follow...]

It's Not Los Angeles

Photo says it all...

Local Character - Diana Ross

Not sure what his/her name is nor the back story - there's probably a good one, right? He/she definitely has some sort of Diana Ross image thing going and sashays through the Fairfax & Third intersection almost on a daily basis. Perhaps an actor looking to be discovered?

Rules of the Road

If not followed, rules of the road are but suggestions....

Edgy LA

I'm irritated. Perhaps it is because today has seemed a bit irritating in general - nothing specific, nothing earth shaking - just general malaise about the state of the world at large. I was looking at some posts during work, hoping for a few minutes of informative distraction before I dove back under the paperwork and I came upon this at LAist.com Dear Laist: Building Facades? - It seemed like an interesting question to me and I was looking forward to finding out the answer, so I read on... only to read an attempt at cleverness that read like a flippant answer. Seeing that there were comments to the post I decided to have a look further lest I be mistaken and the question was indeed a disingenuous one - what I found was both rewarding commentary and idiotic drivel.

First the good. There was this comment which was very informative and provided excellent links to the answer for the architectural question... Also, there were some pretty good general comments of support in opposition to the idiocy.

Now the irritating. I get to the end and find this vacuous bit of babble.

u dummies. antis answer was actually a cleverly written play on the in yr face, cheap pop-art influenced architecture that loren k asks about. living in LA is about having a killer attitude. its in the rawkstar faces and spicy corn and strong ass smoke. yr supposed to be a city full of assholes. if u wanna be "nice" go back to indiana.
[15] Posted by: guest | July 8, 2007 7:09 PM

Normally I would just mutter "idiot" under my breath and move on - but something about this in addition to the original post got me to thinking about verbalizing my thoughts.

There are those out there - not just in Los Angeles, every city has them - that are all so cozy in their smarmy smugness of savant pronouncements upon the truth. They know everything and are the final judges about what's hip. If they say something idiotic then they play it off as being contrarian - ducking for cover under the "on purpose idiot" defense. [Don't you get it?!? My stupidity was for the benefit of stimulating your thought! You're stupid for not getting it!] So what are the particulars in this case that irritated me?

• The lame, can't be bothered to write or spell English correctly "leading edge" formatting that says, "I'm one of the new wave! I'll catch you on the flip side with my Blackberry!" If one can't be bothered to formulate thoughts cogently about something, they should reconsider whether their thoughts are worth expressing in the first place.
• Not knowing what the hell they're talking about - the question is clearly not about something "pop-art influenced", but throwing "pop-art" without knowing what "pop-art" is/was will add hipster gravitas... It's just like name dropping at a party and equally as lame.
• The pronouncement of authority on what "LA" is - which reads to me like it was written by a rodent who got their cultural reference of Los Angeles from watching reality TV and other image marketing campaigns of what Los Angeles is supposed to be in order to market the image so they can sell a product or simply re-sell the image.
• The last fragment, "yr supposed to be a city full of assholes" is not inclusive of the poster, indicating that after all the bullshit, they do not consider themselves to be an Angeleno... and thus achieving closure of their circle of ignorance.

On the other hand, perhaps this post is all a well crafted ruse, explicitly designed to get someone like me thinking about Los Angeles and the ignorance exhibited about it as an actual place and it's actual inhabitants. Perhaps the ultimate goal in the long run is to make me question myself and realize that I know some, but not all there is to know, because Los Angeles is many things on many levels - simultaneously.

After Midnight Walkies

One gets to see all sorts of interesting things when going for walkies after midnight. We prefer the after-midnight - the temperature is cooler, it's quieter, the air seems fresher and the occasional person encountered from afar is generally more interesting.

Tonight, for example - four houses north, on the other side of the street. I head out the door with Hazel and there are headlights, stationary. It's about 00:30. The car makes it's way past us and turns onto the main street... As we walk past the spot we hear some talking. At the head of the driveway across from us is a girl (woman?) crumpled on the concrete and she's just puked - there's a puddle glistening in the moonlight beneath her chin. What appears to be her mother is saying, "Don't worry about it and come inside. I don't want you to get your hands in it." The crumpled person mumbles something about being sorry and then retches again. Hazel just stands and stares - she's annoyed at the unseemliness of the spectacle. From the silhouettes we assume that this is either either a teen aged daughter or one of college age - she's wearing a sweatshirt and jeans... Out of school on summer break and perhaps catching up with some chums... who drop her off on the curb in a debased state of drunkenness. I think to say something just to reassure Hazel, who is standing still and staring - ears pricked up, eyebrows switching back and forth in an up and down fashion - bewildered by the behaviour - but I don't... Best not embarrass the neighbours more than need be (I've never talked to them, nor have I, if seldom, ever actually seen them) - what if it's a medical condition and she was out for a wholesome, stimulating game of Scrabble? Perhaps she's just had an epileptic fit?... We walk off into the night. There's a cat somewhere down the street that needs motivation to move off the sidewalk.

Some months ago, again with Hazel, we rounded the corner from our block onto a slightly larger street. A newly refurbished apartment building is across - just done up in anticipation of higher rental rates during this time of shortage in suitable living space. Just having done a bit of sniffing, we are both startled by the call of "JOHNNY! Johnny, I RUV YOU!" Indeed, a woman is in the street and shouting this. Is it inebriation? Is it the dementia of love sickness? Who knows - but our pleasant walk has been disturbed by screams for Johnny... Who the hell is this Johnny? Why, if indeed he is home does he not be a responsible citizen and come out and face this woman and spare the rest of his neighbours the sounds of her shrieks? Loud shrieks followed by what appears to be Korean mumbling... The only intelligible parts being, "JOHNNY! Johnny, I RUV YOU!"... A woman scorned and insulted is not a pleasant thing after midnight. On our way back we notice that there's now a man leaning against a car trying to calm the woman. He wears a very nice suit and is well manicured - something reminiscent of a John Woo film. He is clearly not Johnny as the woman still looks up periodically and screams for Johnny. Hazel looks across the street and then back at me - all I can do is shrug my shoulders and whisper to her, "crazy people". We round the corner, back to the peace of our own block.

Klaus is much more preoccupied with his sniffing duties - nose to the ground, cataloging what might have traversed through the neighbourhood. When we come upon strangers wandering the night, he gives them the EYE... Stares over his shoulder at them till he is assured that they are walking away. Then, with ease and nonchalance, he turns back to what he was previously doing and I can almost hear him say, "I thought not. Punk ass bitch..."

All in all, things are pretty quiet at night and it's calm. Being in a neighbourhood where there are lot of neighbours with dogs, who like to walk them, as we've found out while walking during the day - we do not much appreciate being barked at by other's dogs, especially when we are minding our own business. Generally the behaviour of others is undignified.

Bus @ 01:06

Klaus helped me take this photo...

Rick's Burgers - Pasadena

I was introduced to Rick's late one night after using somewhat toxic adhesives to glue together the cardboard packaging for the Best of Flipside Vinyl Fanzines 2 CD compilation (chances are pretty good that if you own one, I touched it)... After folding, gluing and inhaling fumes for hours hunger set in - Smith and Al decided on the particulars of where and that's how I was introduced to the spuderito... A wonderful, starchy concoction that hits the spot with the proper amount of tasty sustenance no matter what the circumstance. I have some very fond memories of working with Al on the fanzine and taking a break for lunch or a late night snack and going to Rick's - it was and still is the same thing every time for me - one spuderito, one bean tostda and a vanilla shake.

I don't know how Rick's Drive-In came to mind this year. Maybe it was a discussion between me and Tomme about where to take the dogs for a drive... I googled Rick's and discovered that it's going to be shut down for the same reason as a lot of places in the Los Angeles area - land prices are at an all time high and most old places are being put out of business for "redevelopment", which generally means one of two things... A new building that will make far more money for the owner (mixed-use high density is really fashionable now) or terrible boutiques and franchise places. Since learning of the imminent demise we've been trying to make it out there whenever possible for a Sunday drive. The dogs enjoy it and it tastes good.

I discovered the clips below on YouTube...

Someone's home movies of the spud... somewhat goofy narration, but you get to see the spud.
Rick's Drive-in - "The Spuderito" Part I

Rick's Drive-in - "The Spuderito" Part II


This is something that was filmed at Rick's... You might recognize the folks behind the counter if you're a Rick's frequenter.
Silent Drums (excerpt)

Bad cop, no doughnut...

There was no sign of any other vehicle that may have caused this... Looked like maybe someone was going a little too fast and made a hard left turn from Tampa Ave. onto Sherman Way Blvd. and right into the palm tree.

Songs Appropriated - Pogues' Sunnyside of the Street

The latest song I've noticed appropriated for a TV car commercial is the Pogues' Sunnyside of the Street. It would seem absurd enough to have this band, legendary for drinking, promoting a good time behind the wheel of any car... But the juxtaposition of the happy, clean, nuclear family going through their morning routine (or "ritual") before jumping in the family car and getting on their way to school and work is an excellent contrast to the actual lyrics of the song - the first verse of which is included in the full commercial. As is typical, no one will remember anything of them except for the "sunnyside of the street" part, which they'll happily hum to themselves over and over and over...

Watch Cadillac - Morning Ritual



Read the lyrics:

SUNNYSIDE OF THE STREET

Seen the carnival at Rome
Had the women I had the booze
All I can remember now
Is little kids without no shoes
So I saw that train
And I got on it
With a heartful of hate
And a lust for vomit
Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street

Stepped over bodies in Bombay
Tried to make it to the U.S.A.
Ended up in Nepal
Up on the roof with nothing at all
And I knew that day
I was going to stay
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street

Been in a palace, been in a jail
I just don't want to be reborn a snail
Just want to spend eternity
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street

As my mother wept it was then I swore
To take my life as I would a whore
I know I'm better than before
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here
On the sunnyside of the street

copyright 1990; Shane MacGowan & Jem Finer
S.MacGowan - vocals / S.Stacy - whistle / J.Finer - Banjo, lap steel / T.Woods - mandolin / P.Chevron - acc. gtr. / J.Fearnley - accordion / D.Hunt - bass / A.Ranken - drums / B.voc: D.Hunt

Purchase the Pogues' music or get out your old LPs or cassette tapes and have a listen - LOUD! It's great stuff!

1963 Mini

Need more of these on the road in Los Angeles and less Hummer limos...

Dope Dental Bling

Sitting in the "chair" having my teeth scraped and being forced to listen to hist of the 70's seemed one of the most sadistic things possible - I had to keep myself from laughing at the absurdity of the situation with every terrible song that came on the overhead speaker. What cretin would enjoy listening to the Bee Gees lounging back in a dentist chair?

I'm sitting there trying to distract myself with some sort of thoughts and suddenly it comes to me. I'd heard something a week or so ago about the "posse" being yesterdays news and a sign of worn out has been-somebodies... Perhaps that's because the posse doesn't contain outlandishly useful persons distinguished from other posses... and I have the perfect thing. Prove yourself wealthy and an individual of means... So decadent, yet prudent and smart.... Get yourself a personal flosser!

Now, for one that is really flaunting the wealth, having a straight flosser in the posse is the ultimate. Someone that does nothing but carry dental floss in their pocket and gives the old pearlies a good flossing after every meal, every snack and sometimes just or the hell of it. Now, for those more practical, a personal dental hygienist on hand with a satchel of picks as well as floss and perhaps a battery operated polisher is the way to go...

Think about it - it might just be the way to show off your wealth, power and sense of self worth.

Mechanical Fun

Life In Los Angeles - Clownwhig Man

Guy wearing a clown whig asks me for seventy five cents, specifically, because he wants to buy a TV dinner... I give him a quarter and take his picture.

Irritating TV - House & orifices...

Flipping through the channels, every now and then I let the clicker rest on House - It seems like a slightly above average show at times... One thing I have noticed however - and maybe it's just luck of the draw as I'm not a regular viewer - but almost every episode has someone bleeding from an orifice... and usually it's their anus. Sometimes it's the mouth and the anus. For all I know I just haven't been tuned in at the right time to see someone bleeding from the nose, ears, mouth and anus simultaneously... Does someone on the writing team have a fetish for bleeding orifices?

Los Angeles loves a good FIRE!

Los Angeles loves a good brush fire - it's kind of a love/hate thing. Everyone hates getting their house burnt down, but at the same time the majority of people - the ones not in any danger of having their homes burnt down - get all excited and rush to watch the plentiful news coverage. This year promises to be an active one if sparks are provided... Like in the case of the two teenage firebugs from Illinois who caused the March 30th fire on the Valley side of the Hollywood Hills...

It's the first time that I've noticed everyone with a digital camera taking photos and immediately emailing them to everyone in their address book or posting to a blog... I can't say I'm not guilty of taking photos of fires - there's something mesmerizing and primal about the cloud of smoke. This is a composite I put together from cell phone snaps - one floor below the location Kevin took his from. [Friday Fire In L.A.]

A Dirty Job: A Novel

[A Dirty Job: A Novel
by Christopher Moore - 2006, William Morrow]

Christopher Moore seems to love putting the mystical, fantastical and improbable into his novels - while at the same time providing the detail and feeling of the real world to such and extent that the reader forgets the improbabilities and sinks into the story. I would highly recommend his books to all who love satirical tales which involve the supernatural.

Charlie Asher finds himself dealing with death in a highly personal way as he tries to navigate life as a widower and father of a newborn daughter while accepting the fact that he's also been recruited to be a Death Merchant. This tale had me chuckling from the very beginning with poignant insight such as this from page 19:

Charlie hadn't really counted on killing a guy that morning. He had hoped to get some twenties for the register at the thrift store, check his balance, and maybe pick up some yellow mustard at the deli. (Charlie was not a brown mustard kind of guy. Brown mustard was the condiment equivalent of skydiving - it was okay for racecar drivers and serial killers, but for Charlie, a fine line of French's yellow was all the spice that life required) [...]

If this brief, yet masterful parable isn't enough to convince you of Moore's prowess with words and truth, here's another example - a description of a 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham.

The 1957 Cadillac Eldorado Brougham was the perfect show-off of death machines. It consisted of nearly three tons of steel stamped into a massively mawed, high-tailed beast lined with enough chrome to build a Terminator and still have parts left over - most of it in long, sharp strips that peeled off on impact and became lethal scythes to flay away pedestrian flesh. Under the four headlights it sported two chrome bumper bullets that looked like unexploded torpedoes or triple-G-cup Madonna death boobs. It had a noncollapsible steering column that would impale the driver upon any serious impact, electric windows that could pinch off a kid's head, no seat belts, and a 325 horsepower V8 with such appallingly bad fuel efficiency that you could hear it trying to slurp liquefied dinosaurs out of the ground when it passed. It had a top speed of a hundred and ten miles an hour, mushy, bargelike suspension that could in no way stabilize the car at that speed, and undersized power brakes that wouldn't stop it either. The fins jutting from the back were so high and sharp that the car was a lethal threat to pedestrians even when parked, and the whole package sat on tall, whitewall tires that looked, and generally handled, like oversized powdered doughnuts. Detroit couldn't have achieved more deadly finned ostentatia if they'd covered a killer whale in rhinestones. It was a masterpiece.

A Dirty Job is a perfect gift for someone you know who drives a hearse and loves to read - I know because I do both.

They called a Pillow Fight...

...and those that came were rousted. In the case of this fellow who showed up displaying a little bit of spirit wearing PJs, he was promptly cuffed and arrested. I hope the LAPD didn't waste my tax payer dollars to actually run the guy in and book him for trespassing.

This is a great example as to why nothing ever really happens in public spontaneously in Los Angeles - except for riots and earthquakes - because for the most part, public places are on privately owned corporate land which is administered without a sense of humour. The terrible band cranking out cover tunes about twenty five yards from where the pillow fight would have taken place was more of a nuisance than a spectacle of pillow fighters could have been.

However the Grove got the word, they took it pretty seriously, treating the potential "threat" as they might a terrorist attack on their Sunday money earning potential. I counted at least three LAPD uniformed officers, several of the white shirt Grove security (with forest ranger hats), two goofy looking dudes that seemed to have walked off the adjacent CBS lot having finished shooting some cop show... They were bald, goateed with dark suits and sunglasses... As if that weren't sufficient, there were some gray shirted fellows from the Farmers Market security, a couple of "undercover" Grove security guys in shorts and T-shirts... and some sort of official Grove executive type that had a name tag on. Anyone showing up would not have known to take the back way to the Abercrombie & Fitch clock tower so they would have to run the gauntlet from the west end of the Grove or come out of the parking structure.

I spotted a few people that looked like they were there for the event. A few with pillows in shopping bags made it to the spot only t be immediately rousted, but not cuffed like Mr. PJs. One genius actually walked up to a security guard and asked what the deal was with the pillow fight and that he was there to cover it for a blog... Way to go, stealthblogger...

Everything seemed to wind down in about half an hour and I assume that most people called their compatriots and spread the word of impending doom for anyone showing up with a pillow... Another typical Los Angeles style fizzle.

330 LBS CAPACITY

Ten years after Volcano...

Fog

I like taking pictures in the fog...

Blimp Sighting!

We need more blimps (and zeppelins) floating around in the skies. I had hoped that the current Zeppelin company in Germany would have made inroads in using their heavy lift ships to transport cargo in the US by now...

Look at thinkle, on the go...

The sign on the back of this vehicle caught my eye... Why would someone need mobile urinalysis? Is it for the sick that are bedridden and require frequent testing for toxins? The website seems to be bare bones and has a bit about knowing for sure about loved ones... Do these people show up at homes and tackle a teen forcing them to tinkle in a cup under their watchful eye - quickly going to the back of their Ford Escape (kind of ironic choice of makes...) and return with a highly scientific analysis?... It doesn't surprise me that there would be a market for something like this as there are plenty of places where demand is on the rise - schools, businesses, etc... Would you submit to an impromptu "test" especially if you knew that nothing to turn up that is illegal or questionable - is it any ones business what is in your body even if there's nothing there save for the necessary elements to sustain life? Think about it as it may come up sooner or later.

Peculiar Product - Candy Inhaler?!?

I'm standing in line at a pet store - waiting to pay for a large Kong, some Busy Bones and three bags of Liver Snaps - when I notice this at eye level to my right. What the hell is it? At first I thought maybe it was some sort of breath freshener for dogs, but it was next to a box of Skittles, which may indicate it's for human consumption. Are people now to lazy to chew and prefer to inhale their sweets? No - I didn't purchase one.

Kafkaesque - 2.0

There are things one sees every day that burn themselves on the back of the eyeballs. Here's a view of one. Oh, the drudgery.

Crisp Kringle

eXtreme begging

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