That's one weird looking rabbit
Remember that Star Trek episode with the fuzzy things that kept multiplying? Help me out here... tribbles? Anyway, they exist. Just check it out.

It was tribbles right? Didn't a whole bunch of them fall on someone from the ceiling or something?

Congrats to Mrs. and Mr. McCord!
Cord finally took that giant leap towards the altar last Saturday, and I, for one, am proud of the sweaty little guy. It was a great wedding, and there was ample parking since they paid off the church youth group to guard the lot from Oktoberfest goers looking for empty parking spaces. Also, free booze. And really good fried chicken. And glow sticks. Nothing makes for more wedding fun than glow sticks. So, a hearty congratulations to the both of you!

New York subway: the exploded diagram.
Take a second to check out this site by National Geographic depicting the different levels of a New York subway system. Plus, no Jared to be found. It's science at it's most diagrammiest!

Cheap methods of water saving
This is a pretty boring article, but I had to give it a write up as it comes dangerously close to mentioning the feared Dark Water. Noij-a-tat!

The Dutch are weird
But their websites rock. Hugo Kaagman takes us on a tour through his culture using Blue. Make sure you click on the cow at the bottom center of the page for a nifty treat.

Here comes the TGS suckas.
Strong Bad's indy* comic about the misadventures of four girls. Who's your favorite? Mine's 'whats her face'. She's sooo good!

*note underground spelling

Yeah for boring css
Some guy mapped out his entire house in css. Click on the floor plan to explore. See if you can find the green rubbermaid container, then quit due to the boredom you are experiencing. Complete and utter boredom.

Here's a good time waster
I have so much stuff clogging up my favorites list, I don't know what to do with them all. Recently, I have been playing RSVP, a puzzle game where you try to match up dinner party guests with other ones around a table. Kind of like those puzzles where you had a picture of a lizard, but only certain parts were on each piece and you had to have all the pieces in the right position in order to have a page full of complete lizards. Except there aren't any lizards.

El Moustachio Grande!
Yep, it's that time again. The biannual World Beard and Moustache Championship is upon us. This time the battleground is Carson City Nevada. The enemy: Braun. I remember when my beard was finally full enough to cover that damned bare spot right under my chin. That day I truly became a man. And while we're on the topic of men and shaving: only sissies use the Mach 3. Real men shave with the Merkur.

Holy Crap! I'm back!
And not shot! Though I thought I would be, but the four guys who had been living next to me at the lovely Master's Inn Economy Motel got picked up by the police and taken away in the back of a squad car the last night I was there.

Yeah, the Master's Inn Economy is pretty much the worst motel I have ever been in in my life. Though it did have the benefit of a nice breeze wafting through the room courtesy of a gaping two inch whole directly above the door jam. And they managed to save me money by not only not giving me basic toiletries but also not giving me an alarm clock. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, save for the one night where the power went out and just never came back on. Luckily, housecleaning showed up at about 10:45, though how they would have cleaned my room, since the power was still out, still has me wondering. That said, you have never really lived until you have attempted to shower in the complete dark. I kept worrying I would step in the toilet by accident, and I couldn't just avoid the smell of urine, as the entire motel smelled like that. Though, the smell kind of grows on you. I have been actively seeking out parking ramp stairwells ever since.

Aside from the crappy motel, the rest of the trip went pretty well. Now I just have to play catch up with the gagillion emails sitting in my inbox.

Yarrrgh!
By the way, it's talk like a pirate day today. Shiver me timbers.

Who's throwing their shirt up?
And possibly whirling around their head like a helicopter.

You know, based on the above statement, one would think that the destination for all of next week would be North Carolina. But they would be wrong. It's actually N.C.'s souther cousin, South Carolina. Then why the lyrics? Well, I like the lyrics, and the two states are pretty close to each other. And I am far too lazy to actually try and find a song realting to S.C.

The point of the story? Scienceandcrap is going on another short hiatus. But when I return, I may very well have some pretty good stories to share about something. Or not... probably not.

Just call me Dipstick Albatross
Yep. That there is the greatest Metal Gear Solid FOXHOUND codename there ever was. If you want to know what your's would be, give it a try.

I am very very sorry.
But we're all out of you.

Kind Regards,
The Jerk Store Inc.

This kids a freaking genius
Got some spare cd's lying around? Use them as parts in a neutron generator! Just like this kid did in his backyard. Unbelievable. Freaking unbelievable. This is way better than the guy I knew in the dorms that would solder in a chip on your Playstation that let you play copied games.

How's this for science?!
Jerks.

Lately there has been a rash of complaints that the crap to science ratio has tipped dangerously high. Well, for all you ninnies out there, go take a look at the fine science of cryptozoology. Not only does it combine archelolgy with zoology, but there's pictures of bears on the website. Bears! Oh, and if you find Nessie, tell her she still owes me for that last pack of girl scout cookies. I mean, freakin' a, do you think they just grow on trees or something?

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Memo to Crazy Disembodied Monkey Head:

Please stop following my cursor around the screen. You're really starting to creep me out.

love,
cj

Music all the cool people like...
so if you don't, you're obviously, obviously not cool. See how I made the word obviously both bold and italicized. That's a little writer's trick to show emphasis. You might want to jot that down in your book of "Important things CJ told me and I should always remember".

Back to the music. Check out the Raveonettes for all your noise-rock needs. I highly recommend "Do You Believe Her". And while your perusing the stacks, give IMA Robot a listen. Kind of like a garage-rock, post-punk, eighties-throwback nuwave kind of thing. (See all those hyphens. Hyphens mean important words. Write that down.) I like "Dynamite". I actually got to catch their video on the MTV last night, and it wasn't good at all. Except for the part where they dressed up like giant felt pointy glove things. That part was swass.

The Definitive Guide to Badger Dietary Habits
Ever wonder what badgers eat? Me neither. But just in case you're curious, check out www.whatbadgerseat.com. Oh, and if anyone picks up on where this originated from... bully for you.

Attention all idiots!
Everyone knows that it's Bill Clinton is on the $200 bill, not someone else.

Badger badger badger badger badger.
In honor of Madison being featured in the news so much as of late, I present my all time favorite badger related flash song video collage. Replete with extra snakes.

"Using a rod belt is an easy and a safety way of jerk"
So, whilst looking for some fodder for good old scurvylog (a study of dorks, boats and dorks in boats), I came across this fantastic site on deep sea fishing. Complete with action shots. So hurry up and get to learning.

Update on shoe-tying technique!
Because I am sure you all want to go out and try it yourselves (especially since I haven't had time to yet today).

0 = eyelet
--- = shoelace
... = placeholder (ignore)

0------0
|.........
|0......0 <- skip every other
|.........
0------0
..........|
0......0| <- laces hidden
..........|
0------0

Repeat the whole stinking thing on both sides, using all the laces. Then tighten.

New shoe-tying technique!
I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly had a relevation. I may have devised a new shoe-tying technique. I am going to try it out today and, if it works, diagram it out (in ASCII of course).

When giant sundae slides attack
So Jess and I were up in Door County for the honeymoon, and we decided to try out a corn maze. For those of you who don't know, a corn maze is a big honking maze cut out of a field of corn. You get a map and you run around going to a bunch of different checkpoints. What was interesting about this particular maze was at the beginning there was a children's slide made to look like a giant ice cream cone. I thought it would be fun to slide down it standing up. The slide thought it would be good to only let me slide halfway down before flipping me off face first into the ground. Luckily nothing was broken.

This makes the current score Slides: 2 - CJ: 0.

What am I listening to right now?
Built to Spill - Big Dipper

Note that this song is courtesy of McCord from the first Swap-o-mania. I will be setting up a second one towards the end of October, so start getting your playlists ready people.

Newsflash! Canada has good music!
Well, save for Shania and Avril. If anyone has time for some excellent reading, check out CBC Radio 3 magazine. It is an online magazine/photo journal/schwag rag that has a neat article on self storage lockers. Remember to crank up the volume because there are some good tunes to go with the prose.

Esuring that you never miss Miller Time
Japan, as a sweeping generalization, has lots of cool electronic junk. Namely, these watches. Though the only one that I really wanted to buy happens to be sold out. The CDisc by Ince Design. Maybe I can find it somewhere else.

Stew, your page sucks
I just wanted to let you know. I mean, come on. I know you. You can do better than this. Well, except for the graph. That's a pretty unbeatable argument. And I sure do love to argue. Just remember, the principles of quantam physics dictate that you may very well fall through the floor at any given moment. Especially if I happen to be standing beneath you with a saw. I call it "CJ's through-floor falling theorem".

Ficulnean? Hardly!
Because expanding your vocabulary helps you pick up nerdy sexy library chicks.

What's worse than cooties?
Getting sued by the RIAA. Especially if you happen to be a 12 year old girl. Next thing you know she's going to be sharing her Chee-tos at school.

Should have used FedEx
Well, maybe he did after all. In weird news for the day, some guy named Charles shipped himself from New York to Texas. If he was smart, he would have videotaped it and called it a performance art project. Maybe he would have gotten some government funding.

Hot or not: Scratched
The cockeyed family has amused me yet again. You know, it might just be time to dig some of these old web fads right back out of the closet. And while your in the closet, why don't you grab Hoj as well. He's kind of getting moldy.

Multi-translating for the people.
Finally, a page that automates one of my favorite past times. Typing crap into alta vista's bablefish and re-translating it back into English. How else would you get "My evils of the stomach" from "My stomach hurts". Try it for yourself, and let me know if you come across any good ones.

Discreet disco dancing defeats daily doldrums!
Yep. It's stealth disco. The only secretive dancing method proven to promote idiocy amongst the masses. Check out the "best of" for wicked human robots and soul-trains. Warning: big honking media files abound on this site.

Crazy time traveler or crazy wacko?
You decide. Yep, it's time to take a glimpse into the short-lived online life of John Titor - Time Traveler. And while your there, check out the mail bag!

I'm baaaack!
Now with more wife! Since the big honeymoon is offically over, I am continuing my avoidance of any semblence of work by attempting to get the blog up and running at full speed again. You know what the best part about being married is? Discounted car insurance. It's sweet. Especially since I just got a 'new' car. It got good ratings from the "home-food-transportative demographic". The second best is trying to hook up all my single friends.

On that note, I have a new candidate: Crazy Running Guy. If any of you fine ladies want to meet a tall, unshaven man who runs everywhere in a flannel shirt and jeans, let me know. A pretty good catch, if I do say so myself.

We got a lot of great crap for the wedding, but apparently nobody saw it fit to pick me up a t-shirt that lets me know whether the floor is or is not currently covered in lava so I am going to have to go get one myself. I know it's a pretty niche market, but this guy makes a good one.