Breakfast Granola for 5/13/9

Don't you just hate when this happens?

An office worker cleaning a fridge full of rotten food created a smell so noxious that it sent seven co-workers to the hospital and made many others ill. Firefighters had to evacuate the AT&T building in downtown San Jose on Tuesday, after the flagrant fumes prompted someone to call 911. A hazmat team was called in.

What they found was an unplugged refrigerator that had been crammed with moldy food.

Authorities said an enterprising office worker had decided to clean it out, placing the food in a conference room while using two cleaning chemicals to scrub down the mess. The mixture of old lunches and disinfectant caused 28 people to need treatment for vomiting and nausea.

Authorities said the worker who cleaned the fridge didn't need treatment — she can't smell because of allergies.

Lucky her. If she comes down to The Mine, I'll supply her with an ice hammer...and some Euthanal for the dog.

Where in the world...?

Coco Austin, the very plastic wife of Ice T, seems to have her very own magazine, devoted to her favorite subject: Coco Austin.

The only other reason I'm posting this is because I happen to know that the location depicted in the background is Binion's Horseshoe, on Fremont Street in Las Vegas. K thx bah!

Scenic Nevada was found on Hollywood Tuna.

Jell-O: Fun when you know how

I always had a taste for Jell-O. Now, make it wiggle...

This culinary debauchery was found on Coed Mag.

Breakfast Granola for 5/12/9

Jeff, the woman for you has arrived: Stella Vidal has a Master's in mental health counseling. Quit sleepin' on those cheeks, blood.

This public service announcement was located on F-listed.

Worst. Firefighter. EVAR!

This FAIL was found on Failblog.

I have something in common with Olivia Munn!

Found on Olivia's blog.

Science Corner: Parasitic Wasps

Not just like any other parasitic wasp, this one recodes the DNA of the host.

Observations of a Nerd: This Week's Sci-Fi Worthy Parasite: Cotesia glomerata

The larvae, which eat the catterpillar from the inside out, target the organs in such an order that the catterpillar lives as long as possible. Once they've had their fill, they exit the catterpillar and pupate, forming their cocoons so they transform into adult wasps. But the poor little catterpillar's job isn't over yet. Before it dies, it spins a web of silk to protect the little babies that just ate its internal organs, and acts like a bodyguard, vehemently defending the metamorphosizing wasps until they emerge.

Related articles

• Sci-Fi Worthy Parasite: Cotesia glomerata (neatorama.com)

Nobody loves you, either

Audi drivers occupy rather the same mental space as BMW drivers in my head. Once again, another day, another jackass.

As this was at a (Canadian) Costco, several rows of shopping carts and dollies would've been employed for burial duty. I wonder which are heavier, and how many it would take to fully cover an R8...

It's no "Dick In A Box" but...

Photoshop Tomphoolery

Just messing around with Layers and Gaussian Blur for some experimental tiltshift fun. Click on the image for full size.

Breakfast Granola for 5/11/9

Today's tract from (the Black Books version of) The Little Book Of Calm: Good food can lift barriers to calm. Try eating more Bahara Golestani and cornbread with honey butter. You are in the Back Forty Texas Barbecue of calm.

Phoenix, AZ desert denizen Bahara Golestani was found on Coed Magazine.

Don't call her "Bwana"

Um...that's a whole lotta woman.

Female hunter Teressa Groenewald-Hagerman has become the first woman in the world to shoot an elephant dead with a bow and arrow.

The woman, from Kansas, was inspired to go on the safari after being challenged by a male friend who said women could never draw such a heavy bow.

She worked out for four hours a day for eight months to be able to draw the huge PSE XF Bow big enough to kill the majestic creature.

Impressive, no doubt. But me? I'm lazy. Give me a day to practice with an AS50 and I could probably get you an elephant, too.

This huntress was found on The Telegraph via Boing Boing (which doesn't seem pleased with her taking, despite that it fed a village of 500 in Mugabe-ravaged Zimbabwe).

Hockey hair

If more NHL players looked like this, I might actually watch the games. Or at least get a Montreal Canadiens jersey.

Pinay/Dutch-Canadian import babe Misa Campo was brought to my attention by FMD Crankmonkey, who located her on F-listed.

Something to think about...

FMD Crankmonkey is having a busy day today...with pizza in it. And this:



Come back once you've watched it.

And watched it in HD.

And ask yourself: Is that really all Miss Poledance Australia 2006 and 2008/World 2009 Felix Cane can do to a pole?

Today's wisdom

Contentment can be a comfy hammock...

...until it hurts.

Jägermeister's Lable Decoded...Now what's behind the Jägerhaze?

I hadn't heard of the "Oh Dear God" theory. I'm really glad it's not true. I'd have even more reason to rethink some of by bouts with the meister.

Learn the mysteries behind the Jägermeister lable...

The Bachelor Guy » Oh Deer God - The Real Story Behind the Jägermeister Label

For centuries, St. Hubertus has been the patron saint of hunters. According to the legend, in his youth, Hubert was a wild and unrestrained hunter, without responsibility towards the creatures that he hunted and captivated by the drive to kill.

Breakfast Granola for 5/8/9

Jeff's nightmare, come to life...

Dozens of eastern tarantulas, known as "bird-eating spiders" have been seen in Bowen, almost 700 miles northwest of Brisbane, The Times reported.

It is thought the creepy-crawlies can grow to be bigger than the palm of a man's hand.

They usually remain hidden in gardens but have recently begun to venture into open spaces.

[....]

"I've warned folks around here to make sure they wear shoes and gloves when they are gardening at the moment as it can be a very nasty bite," [local pest controller Audy Geizler] said.

"I think I'm going to mount this one in acrylic to show people how big it is. It'll make a great paperweight."

Possibly larger than my palm, bold enough to wander out into the world, and heavy enough to be a paperweight? Fuck-a-that. Where's my machete?