NetGrrl: Zeitgeist

While I was at Cups last Sunday, this biker guy came roaring up, leather jacket, gloves, boots. The whole look.

He disappeared inside Cups, and when he came back to the patio, he set a small saucer of milk on the table.

From inside his jacket he drew the tiniest kitten. I’d say *just* old enought to be weaned. But not by much!

It seems he rescued it from the side of the highway. He said an 18-wheeler had nearly gotten it.

Mr. Biker, thank you. You restore my faith in people.

Current Mood: Happy

Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

He called it his best work. Others have tried:

• Dorothy: “Fuck it, I’ll stay here.” - Steven Meretzky
• Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket. - William Shatner
• Machine. Unexpectedly, I?d invented a time - Alan Moore
• Automobile warranty expires. So does engine. - Stan Lee
• Metrosexuals notwithstanding, quiche still lacks something. - David Brin
• Longed for him. Got him. Shit. - Margaret Atwood

What’s yours?

Mine would be:

“Pandora, don’t open that box! Shit.”

A rub-on gel could be the first over-the-counter treatment for impotency, a company has announced.

Jacqueline Williams, 41, had an electricity bill of $1,662.08 and paid all of it, except for one cent. That wasn’t enough for the power company, which blacked her out for seven hours Wednesday.

Video: “Condom-on” gag commercial for potentially real gadget

This video commercial for a zany prophylactic-applicator gadget called Condom-on sure smells like spoof spirit:

Using technology developed by NASA for the Mars Lander, the Condom-On has been aerodynamically optimized in wind tunnels to prevent air drag and ensure that your condom arrives at its destination ASAP.

But Joshua Davis, who created it, says “I actually think this could be a viable product but I don’t have any background in manufacturing so I decided to just shoot the commercial and put the site up.”Let’s hope he’s less serious about the “i-Cut home circumcision device” he’s also hawking.

Bonus: we’re not naming names, but viewers may recognize a certain golden-voiced jazz moonlighter and Wired Magazine senior editor in the ad.

Link to website, direct link to video.

Reader comment: Jesse Hattabaugh says,

I actually would find one of these really useful, but only if it had a pez-dispenser-like magazine for wrapped condoms and could somehow open the wrappers and load the barrel with a quick action. The key to condoms is making them as unobtrusive as possible. I give him kudos!

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BERLIN (Reuters) - A woman living in Germany is auctioning off her red Ferrari Enzo sports car and including a little extra in the package — herself.

The 26-year-old has invited bids on Internet auction site ebay starting at 1.25 million euros ($1.6 million). She said she was rich herself, liked her car and was looking for a man who could foot the bill for such a luxury.

“Only a millionaire could afford such a car,” said the woman, who gave her name as Leila and said she once worked as a singer in Syria. “I want a man who doesn’t like me just for my money.”

Leila said she would meet with interested bidders but would need to see the bidder’s passport and proof of capital. No bids have been made yet in the auction which ends in a week.

http://www.threeleggedlegs.com/work/humans/

Humans! is a 60 second global awareness PSA sensationalizing the excessive, all-consuming nature of the human being. This cute and naive Earth stands no chance against such an insatiable parasite. Witness its utter demise in a fun and sickening kind of way.

here’s a website I can easily spend hours at…

http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/

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Hell, Mich., heats up for 6-6-6 party.
Some say day for devil; to locals, it’s for tourism

Associated Press

HELL - They’re planning a hot time Tuesday in Hell.

Tuesday bears the date of 6-6-06, or abbreviated as 666 - a number that carries hellish significance.

And there’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell that the day will go unnoticed in the unincorporated hamlet 60 miles west of Detroit.

Nobody is more fired up than John Colone, the town’s self-styled mayor and owner of a souvenir shop.

“I’ve got ‘666′ T-shirts and mugs. I’m only ordering 666 (of the items) so once they’re gone, that’s it,” said Colone, also known as Odum Plenty. “Everyone who comes will get a letter of authenticity saying you’ve celebrated June 6, 2006, in Hell.” [more...]