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For those of you at work, it's a very unsuspenseful,"Coming up on Mythbusters, can we fold this piece of paper...more than seven times?"

(Yes, I love kit cars. They're like bad folk music.)

This one comes by way of ebay, as do a number of these monstrosities. The description claims that it's a Lamborghini kit, but it's more clearly an attempt to replicate a Ferrari Enzo, or Enzo Ferrari, or whatever.

SYDNEY, Australia (AP) - Sydney municipal officials have paid private detectives thousands of dollars to have sex with prostitutes to gather evidence needed to shut down illegal brothels, an Australian newspaper reported Sunday.

Nine local councils have paid private investigators the equivalent of C$23,150 over the last three years to go undercover and root out the illicit trade...

So, this is an ad for a gender-reassignment clinic?

"Oh look, I have tiny hormone boobs and no more pee-pee!"

Challenge by Moss on September 13, 4:25

It's interesting--I've thought for a while that it would be cool for Ruby to steal some of Lisp's more advanced features. Ruby has a way of taking esoteric computer science techniques and making them deliciously readable and easy to use, so I'd love to see a Rubyish implementation of, say, macros. But I never could have guessed that we'd come so far so quickly in implementing the most important Lisp feature of all: violently defensive community resistance to even the mildest criticism! Now that's innovation!

It took about thirty seconds in the bar before some friends and I (I think I was first, thankyouverymuch) noticed the scene captured in the photo above.

This hand did not move, not even wiggle, for the forty five minutes we were watching, until it was removed before the "couple" exited. The guy didn't even wash his hand afterward.

Did I mention that this was at 6:45pm?

Needless to say, there are about 20 camera phones with this picture, and the gentleman received a standing ovation upon his departure. Apparently he didn't understand that having your back to a bar full of drunks with your hand down a girl's pants could be considered chumming.

I had a buddy back in the day who would have to rush home after partying so he could watch Paula Zahn. Not so much watch, but he kept ranting about how her voice was, well, quite pleasing to the ear.

That guy is now an anthropology professor at an esteemed private college.

I have another buddy who estalked "Erica Hill", describing her as "I just saw this redhead I want to bone mercilessly on TV, but I don't know if she's fat or not."

Because, you know, she's right out if she's a chubber, even if all you ever see is her head.

So, first of all, a little backstory. Actually, never mind the backstory, because you don't want to know how Kat and I got piercings at the same time ten years ago or so.

Anyway, Kat decided to take out her navel ring a week or two ago, and was wandering around tonight, trying to stick her stomach out.

Her: I would have had to take it out anyway if I got pregnant, because I've heard they give you really bad stretch marks. Eventually, if you leave it in long enough, the pressure would end up pushing it out.

Me: Eww, you'd have like this bifurcated bit of skin above your navel!

Her: Yeah. Apparently, the stretch marks make a starburst pattern.

My nom de guerre is a common one, so I have a reasonable degree of google-cloaking for some of the dumber things I did in my youth. One of the people sharing my name is involved in public aspects of the Better Business Bureau and another was a drummer who achieved a notable amount of fame in certain circles in the 50s (and later), and if you're a drummer who cares about his craft, you would recognize the name. A tape or album of his is usually thrown in the back in movies about drummers to spackle on the verisimilitude, so I could probably collect feature film frame captures with my name boldly written across the screen.