Monthly Archives: April 2004

File Under: Closure

“I found my ex-wife’s wedding dress in the attic when I moved. She took the $4000 engagement ring but left the dress. I was actually going to have a dress burning party when the divorce became final, but my sister talked me out of it. She said, “That�s such a gorgeous dress. Some lucky girl would be glad to have it. You should sell it on EBay.”


The question from BBCNews:

What happened to Dungeons and Dragons? In the 1980s millions of teenagers world-wide would battle dragons armed with just dice, paper and pens. D&D became part of youth sub-culture but as the game celebrates its 30th birthday, is anyone still playing?”

The answer: Nope. They’re all writing Weblogs. (Just kidding.)

Best quote from the article: ” There is something in D&D that strikes a chord in many people; the call of adventure.” –D&D co-creator Gary Gygax.

Adventure? Adventure.

Sometimes a Banana Guard is Just a Banana Guard…

In reference to the Banana Guard, which I mentioned recently, Andi G. sends this amusing missive from Washington, DC:

The Banana Guard proves yet again that necessity is indeed the mother of invention. As much as I think I need one of these puppies–my bananas are always getting bruised and mangled–I have to say I wouldn’t be caught dead with one of those in public. I can see it now…

Picture the scene: crowded bus. Crazy Metrobus driver who comes to halting stops every two feet. Andi (as always) clumsily stumbles in the aisle, possibly stepping on a foot or two or knocking seated passengers in the head with one of her many bags. Her heavy, overloaded-with-magazines, overflowing-with-plastic-containers work bag falls. Out spills brightly colored phallic, freaky-parlor-sex-toy-looking thing. It clatters all the way down the aisle of the bus, everyone’s eyes following it until bounces off the fare machine, stops, shines in the sun for a moment and, with a click, snaps open.

Silence. Many heads nod. People peek out from behind their New York Times and Washington Post only to quickly duck back behind embarrassingly. Some coughs, some chuckles, some throat-clearing.

And then, Andi walks all the way up to the front of the bus, picks it up, hangs burning red hot face in unnecessary shame, and gets off the bus (it’s not even her stop!), never to ride the S2 (or S4) ever again.

I think I’ll stick to the Octodog.

Two Photo Galleries…

…worth checking out are:

1) These gory photos from Iraq presumably taken by a recenty-returned American soldier.

If our media were doing a better job of informing us–with hard-hitting photos like these–of the senseless violence that’s happening there, these images wouldn’t be nearly as shocking as they are. But hey, you can’t make a “war on terror” omelette without breaking some eggs, right? Gimme a break. I can’t believe my tax dollars are funding this lunacy.

2) On a lighter note, here’re some exceptional photos of crazy Japanese vending machines!