People are paying to drink their own bathwater, in Arcata, California.

A collection of items that, in one way ore another, hold the world's record for length. Eg. the longest volcanic eruption on record (Stromboli, still going after 2600 years, after its first recorded lava ejection in the 7th century BCE), and the longest maggot bath, for those dreaming of perhaps taking one themselves, muscles relaxing in the wriggling warmth while they savor a cup of Kopi Luwak and let their cares wash away - 1.5 hours, record set in 2002 by Christine Martin of England. At least so the site claims. Aren't you glad to know that?

Mostly gentle sniping can be found in the comments section of the blog post where I found the link to the article in the bookmark below on my profile, one which briefly answers the question "what was all of that about".

WARNING: The page ahead is in .pdf format, and may cause problems for those who don't have adobe uploaded on their systems, or those using older browsers. In Senegal and the Congo, rioting have already occured over this - allegations that strangers (sometimes foreigners) have stolen the penises of the men that they've shaken hands with or merely touched. It's witchcraft, you know. It would almost be funny, if nobody had been hurt, but some of the accused witches have been killed. This is a paper I found linked to about the phenomenon. See link above, on my bookmark list. Note the non-.edu address. I can't vouch for the credentials of the authors, so read this one with guarded skepticism. That having been said, Reuters has reported these incidents - this is not an urban legend.

Yes, these people really believe that they're elves or dragons - and now they get to network. Look, if you wish, but whatever you do, don't talk to them. They really are serious, taking the position that any skepticism regarding their truly remarkable claims constitutes "persecution". Go there, and watch postmodernism reach its logical and inevitable conclusion - utter raving madness in those who embrace it. Isn't it time that the 90s were over?

The people for the ethical treatment of animals have decided that if they get people to start calling fish "sea kittens", people will have trouble telling the difference between their pet cats and the alewives washing up on the beach. Yeah, that will work. They wrote a children's book for this campaign. One of the characters in it, "Tony the Trout", is said to have pursued a double major in neuroscience and environmental studies. Pity he didn't augment the neuroscience with a little psychiatry. Maybe he'd be able to diagnose the problem ailing the person who came up with this campaign.

One of the most expensive varieties of coffee in the world, made by ... you probably don't want to know. But if you've tasted this, you paid $5 per mug for the experience. Maybe a little more than that in the long run, because I'm not sure that you'll want to hold onto the mug after reading this.

Yes, they're writing poems about staplers. Really. WARNING: a link to a store at amazon.com is present at the bottom of the page.

This is not a joke. Electrical stimulation of the animal's brain, in some of these cases, done experimentally for the purposes of mind control. Hmm. In medical research, what often follows animal testing? Thinking that I don't like this idea or the cruelty that has gone into testing it, one bit. One should think of the implications of one's work. WARNING: If you wander elsewhere on the blog this post is on, you will see offensive material used lavishly.

Site promoting the creation of an independent Vermont. No, it's not satire. They're serious.

Men in Black gone wild. Employees of a county department of Homeland Security decide to make their own laws about the viewing of porn.

Maybe we can get them on the ballot, here.

"Twice as crunchy as ordinary Haiku" Yes, people wrote poems about them.

This is the only video Peter A. Greenley ever uploaded to Youtube, and not much more can be found by him on Google. Not that I'm not saying there's a cause and effect on that one, but draw your own conclusions.

Done more simply, this time, breaded and fried in butter..

This time, they're dipped in chocolate, as if that would somehow help.

Homepage of the gentleman who did that deep fried cicada dish you saw in my last bookmark. He's clergy. He performs underwater marriages.

More Midwestern haute cuisine.

How a trick was done

This, regrettably, is no joke. An official barged in as the cyclist was making arrangements for his son's funeral. Somebody needs to be fired, not reprimanded or suspended.