Archive for February, 2011

Happy Valentine’s Day!

In the sort of story that seems to happen every year, a 12 year old girl got a rather shocking message while eating from a bag of candy conversation hearts:

A candy heart reading "Nice tits!"

“Nice Tits!”, the candy heart said, apparently from its place on the love seat. The confection then attempted to wink and cluck its tongue twice while making a lascivious hand gesture. Its sexual advances were thwarted, however, by its lack of the requisite body parts.

For the romantic who hopes all evidence of his love and/or lust will be destroyed by the digestive process, there are adult-themed conversation hearts out there. Either by accident or on purpose, an inappropriate conversation heart slipped into a bag of normal candies. Perhaps they’re both made in the same facility. Perhaps a dirty uncle slipped them in. I like to imagine it was put in by a factory worker, mentally deranged from inhaling too much candy dust.

The way this story was reported is also interesting. Online, the entire report was fully uncensored, but the televised report from KCRA chose to bleep the word and blur it out on video. In fact, they described to the word “tits” as “a derogatory term for a woman’s chest”, which seems more than a bit off the mark. Even if the slang term is obscene, it’s not nearly offensive as the fact that anyone is actually eating these awful, chalky “treats”.

Finally, before we go, a public service announcement: If you’re going to be on TV, remember to take off your bluetooth headset.

The Monkeys You Ordered 

Over at The Monkeys You Ordered, literal captions are applied to New Yorker cartoons, producing much funnier results than the original. After a hiatus due to legal concerns, the site is back.

You'd better go in your room - some shit's about to go down.

The cartoon pictured above is my favorite thus far.

Jinxed Himself 

Speaking of the Super Bowl, one of the four men featured in Visa’s “Never Miss A Super Bowl Club” commercials appears to have jinxed himself. Bob Cook, a life-long Packers fan, fell ill and had to miss Super Bowl XLV. If nothing else, at least jealous sports fan can enjoy a bit of schadenfreude.

The Dome Was Closed 

Following the Super Bowl, Sally Jenkins writes about the incredible expenses of the NFL.

For absurdity, how about those four Navy F-18s flying over the stadium – with its retractable roof closed? Everybody inside could only see the planes on the stadium’s video screens. It was strictly a two-second beauty shot. Know what it cost taxpayers? I’ll tell you: $450,000. (The Navy justifies the expense by saying it’s good for recruiting.)

Jenkins also touches on the awful pattern of public-financing for private stadiums, something which has never made sense. Prepare to be indignant.

The Worse Cell Phone on Earth 

Farhad Manjoo reviews the MetroPCS Samsung Craft over at Slate.

I’d call it the worst cell phone I’ve ever used, but to do so would woefully undersell the sadists who’ve unleashed this little gadget of horrors upon an unsuspecting public. Everything about this phone seems designed not just to frustrate users but to get us to swear off ever using any phone again.

He is not a fan.

Barvd: February 7th, 2011 Edition

Welcome to 2011’s first edition of Barvd (What’s Barvd?), where some of the most vile tweets are collected to amuse and abuse your senses. Sit down, strap in, and prepare to be disgusted!

Sometimes I think I get a new-looking DVD from Netflix because no one rents the movie and I get sad. Then I get a DVD with dead skin on it.
@swamibooba

If I’d thought about it, I guess I’d have hoped that there were some kind of cleaning robots at Netflix to clean the movies between rentals. But it seems we’re all swapping disgusting germs, and pieces of epidermis, as we swap movies.

The next generation growing up playing "TSA agent" instead of "doctor" may be the saddest part of this whole mess.
@jimray

Politics often make people sick, but political-based vomit? That’s new. And distressing.

Can -- can we hold a nationwide seminar to teach moms that 'come' isn't a word they should try to abbreviate when texting?
@_mattie

No comment – I wouldn’t touch this one with Oedipus’s dick.

After a long winter run my penis looks like one of your hamster's babies that didn't make it.
@scottsimpson

Speaking of dicks, congratulations Scott! Your cold, shriveled dead-hamster-baby penis has sickened me, and now, the world.

My toothbrush smells like a delicious cheese. Don't know whether to feel proud or disgusted.
@danielpunkass

Sometimes tweets lose their ability to nauseate over time. Like cheese, however, this one has only gotten sharper with age.

Submit Your Own
If you’ve spotted a disgusting tweet, wipe the vomit off your shirt and submit a link.

That Poor Cancer-Sniffing Dog

A recently-published study has shown that dogs can be trained to detect colon cancer. Apparently, their noses are sensitive enough to provide results that are up to 97% as accurate as a colonoscope. That’s pretty good, especially since it could mean not having a camera shoved several feet up your pooper.

The study itself proved both interesting and gross. Some things learned from a full reading of the study:

  • “During testing, experimenters monitored each trial and recorded their observations on a digital versatile disc.”

  • “Digital versatile disc” is just the spelled-out name for the common acronym “DVD”. It sounds scientific though, doesn’t it?

  • No matter how many times one reads the phrase “watery stool sample”, it never becomes less foul.

  • Even when this poor pooch gets off work and heads over to the dog park, she can never get away from the job. “*Sniff Sniff* I’ve got some bad news, Rusty…”.

  • Information from the double-blind test needed to be verified as quickly as possible, so the dog could be properly rewarded. Thus, the information was sent by the latest in 1980s technology, the fax machine.1

Unfortunately, it’s unlikely you’ll be greeted by a friendly black Lab at your next appointment with the proctologist. The study notes that dogs are unsuitable for widespread use, due to both the expense of training the dogs and day-to-day fluctuations in their effectiveness.

The biggest problem, however? The dogs may wind up suffering PTSD:

This poor, poor dog.
“Please don’t…don’t make me sniff that anymore.”


Footnotes:

  1. “At the tests the dog…sat down in front of the station determined to contain a cancer scent, and then the handler noted the result on an answer card on which the test number was written. The card was transmitted to Fukuoka Dental College by fax. After submission the answer was explained to the handler and the dog as soon as possible because the correct behaviour was rewarded with a tennis ball.” ↩︎

At Least They’ve Got Full Bars 

In Egypt, cellular phone company Vodafone has sent pro-government texts to its customers, drawing disbelief and ire from around the world. For instance, the message seen below reads “The Armed Forces asks Egypt’s honest and loyal men to confront the traitors and criminals and protect our people and honor and our precious Egypt”.

A Pro-Government Text via Vodafone
Think customers got charged to receive a propaganda text?
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From the Financial Times article:

Vodafone said it had decided to comply with requests from the Egyptian authorities to send text messages to its customers, partly because of concerns about the safety of its staff.

Vodafone’s capitulation may have been based on the idea of preserving safety, but it seems it could cost many more lives than it saves.

The United States of Shame and Awesome 

Over at the Someecards blog, there’s a post showing for what each state is both the worst and “best”. I suppose you’d expect the state with the biggest port to also lead the nation in gonorrhea (Louisiana) or the state with the highest porn usage to also have the highest reported wellbeing (Utah). Go learn why you should be ashamed of your state!

Can’t Resist Andy’s Place 

If you wanted to attract people to your second-hand appliance store, you might not think to put the word CRAP on its roof, in giant neon letters. You’re not Andy Joseph.

Crap Sign

He came up with his crappy slogan while working for an electronic scoreboard advertiser in South Dakota. A nearby carpet company went out of business and needed to sell its sign. For Joseph, it might as well have been divine intervention: “C-A-R-P-E-T.”

“Light went off in my head,” Joseph said. “I can rearrange them letters to spell ‘CRAP.'”