Moving pictures … it’s a technological marvel!
I know you can get nearly anything in vending machines these days: from Coke and chocolate bars to cigarettes and used undies (yes, I read about it online so it must be true).
But kids? A toddler somehow wandered into a toy machine at a Pennsylvania shopping mall and got stuck.
Firefighters were called to get her out of the machine. Guess that would be a better prize that one of those plastic chicken things.
It had it all: drama, intrigue, humour. Don’t you miss it?
PS: I like paperclips, too.
Finally, for a touch of nostalgia, check out this little fella:
Nephew David, aka Jim-Arse, hit the big 2-1 yesterday. The party came complete with a floor show, as you can see from the video. There are more of ‘em here: The boys having a dance The speeches Bits from the…
how to electrocute a pickle? No, me neither. However, I can see the benefits. I mean, after a rough day at the office it’s better you electrocute a poor, innocent pickle than Taser some poor, innocent bystander.
Because, as one of my kindly readers pointed out, Tasers kill people.
Wow, who’d have thunk it.
But I digress. Pickles. Want to know how to electrocute one? Watch the video.
Disclaimer: No pickles were harmed in the making of this website. Well, not many.
One year in 120 seconds from Eirik Solheim on Vimeo.
Want to know who filmed it, how and why? Click here.
Okay, so maybe I’ve been living under a rock because this video has already been on the net for more than a year, but here it is anyway: a surprisingly good cover of Hallelujah, my all-time favourite song (although, I’m a fan of Leonard Cohen’s original rather than Jeff Buckley’s cover).
Oh, and the other thing I like about this? The kid’s funny. He also does a pretty damn good cover of Stevie Wonder’s Superstition.
Need help wiping your butt? Want to avoid the onerous task of scrunching up the paper? Keen to do away with the risky business of thin toilet paper being the only barrier between your fingers and … er … your bum?
Then the Comfort Wipe might be for you. According to its own publicity, the Comfort Wipe is the first improvement to toilet paper since the 1880s (although I reckon more people would class two-ply loo paper as an improvement, but there you go).
And the burning question (no, not THAT burning question, if that’s burning you need a doctor): Does everyone in the household have their own Comfort Wipe? I hope so because I’m already creeped out enough by the idea of anyone else using my toothbrush!
