Saturday, January 13, 2007

At home Mythbusting...

OK, so my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to run my very own ionic foot cleasing experiment.

The test group was my left and right foot.

The control group was running the set-up sans feet.

Here are the results....

At the five minute mark, the water is starting to look like a vat of low grade whiskey mixed with hobo urine. No discernable difference between the test and control group.



At the ten minute mark strange bubbles start to form on the surface. While both groups show bubbles, the experimental group seems to have a greater proportion.


Five minutes after switching the polarity of the car batter charger (20 minute mark) the top layer begins to look like Roy Roger's BBQ sauce and I begin to crave a holster of fries. Little noticable difference, minus the bubbles. The control group is still lagging behind the diseased jelly fish found floating on the surface of the experimental group.


At the end of the 30 minute run, both groups show similar water color with a mix of sediment that looks like paprika and algea floating on the top of the water.

The experimental group shows more bubbles, but that may be a function of water level. The control group does not have feet to displace water, thus has a lower water level. The bubbles seem to emerge from the point where the ionic plate hits the water down to its end under water. The more of the plate under water, the more bubbles you get.

So who knows for sure what effect this device is having. I am tempted to run a few more trials, including additional test groups such as a pack of hot dogs and maybe a small child.





Thursday, January 11, 2007

Battle Jelly Donut! Battle Jelly Donut!

Some may ask, where have all the updates gone?

Well I retort, no level of mad crazy creativity can compete with this completely true story of Jelly Donut crashing a Lady SOV show to challenge her to a rap battle, only to have that midget decline.

That is the poor state of affairs of current rap music, when someone who considers herself the biggest midget in the game is skerd to battle it out with a pastry.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Sign #1 that it has been a long a$$ week...

Trying to start your car using your house key.

Or maybe that's plain old fashion crazy.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Ever want to...

Play the guitar and drums at the same time, but want to avoid looking like one of those one man band asshatts?

Let this kat, Andy Mckee show you how it's done!



Pretty freakin' sweet!

Topic15 -- KRS-ONE Connection

Ok, so on the way back from the gym today, I felt my last post comes across as a bit harsh on ole KRS-one.

It is borderline haterade and that's typically not my style.

On the contrary, I rather like his musical creations and furthermore just realized I have my very one 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon type connection with the Blastmaster (AKA KRS-One AKA The teacha AKA KRS ICHIBAN) and it is more than having his We in there/Duck Down cassette single forever stuck in my parents 1984 Blue Pontiac 6000 station wagon.

One of the first friends I made in collage (outside of my roomates) was a jersey girl named Heather D. Heather D. had a high school friend who hooked up with Eric Nies, from MTV's very first and only good season of the real world. Supposedly the kid was a real tool in high school. He then went on to be a famous tool and then a forgotton tool.

One of Eric Nies's roomies was Heather B. Probably remembered by a few hip hop afficionados such as myself for her semi-popular but quite nice track All Glocks down found on her debut album. Her track is not only described as a "Slept on, Boom Bap Classic" (Old School Ran-dee from da bronx, 2005) but was produced by none other than Kenny Parker himself.

Kenny Parker is yet another alias for KRS-One.

So that was only 4 degrees rather than six. Sue me. There are four corners of the globe, four horsemen and connect four. What cool things are there six of?

Yeah I thought so.

K.nowledge R.eigns S.upreme O.ver N.early E.veryone

In case you were wondering what KRS-ONE stood for.

Yup yup, the hip hop mastermind behind hits such as 13 and good and Holding your D!ck like a throttle.

Anyhow, I had to fire this off in response to Pyggie's call to see PM Dawn and felt compelled to steal this from another site and share amongst my people.

Puttin da' hood in Robin Hood.

Start plagarism here ->

Expectations were high - KRS and other conscious rappers from the "Stop the Violence" movement that he helped start were talking about building a revolutionary black army around hip-hop.

KRS was never able to fulfill that overly ambitious goal. In 1992, as his popularity began to wane, PM Dawn front man Prince B questioned KRS's credibility as a hip hop teacher. BDP crashed the next PM Dawn show and proceeded to physically remove them from the stage while the crowd chanted "KRS-ONE! KRS-ONE!" Although this event garnered press and makes for an entertaining story, it left the greater hip-hop community confused about the state of hip-hop and the role of its leaders.

Was KRS really a revolutionary activist, or just a self-centered entertainer concerned about money?

<- End unoriginal bastardness

Beating up PM Dawn? That's a not a new low, that's a cry for help.

Who's next?

A napping Stephen Hawkings?

Or the corpse of Christopher Reeves?

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Just say no

This is your spider.

This is your spider on drugs...

Snake on a cake

No better way to say Happy Birthday than a little snake on a cake action.



For none other than everyone's favorite governess.

Barbara ist hell, intensiv goldgelb, samtweich und vollmundig.

I'm not sure what that means in Swiss German, but I would guess that it describes the beer as having a robust bouquet tasting of hell, expensive goldfish, a sandwich and Lord Voldemorte.

Then again, I don't speak Swiss German, so my interpretation of the text could be way off.

I can attest, however, from personal experience, that Barbara is quite good, one smooth operator, and tastes divine in an Old English 800 sort of way.

If anyone happens to come across this stuff this side of the pond, be sure and grab me a case.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

It's kinda like a Dyson, for your feet...

Anyone up for some interesting fodder for post-holiday googling?

Try this one ION FOOT CLEANSING.

Guess who gave that a go this Christmas? Your very own topic15.

I highly doubt words can express the experience, but let me try.

This is going to be long, so stick with me. I will try to be as concise as possible, but there is a lot of 'splainin that need be done. Things start getting good around point 4.

Point1
First, my mom is a certifiable health junky. Far beyond diet and exercise, she regularly fasts and takes supplements to help boost immunity and rid one's body of toxins. Somehow she came across this whole ionic floot cleansing racket and thought it sounded interesting.

After a fair amount of research, she decided to invest in the "budget" version of the machines you see when you do the google search. More on that in a bit.

Point2
For some background on Ionic foot cleansing (IFC from this point on), here's what you need to know. Everyday, our bodies collect all sorts of nasty crap from the food we eat and the air we breath. Thankfully, our bodies are pretty darn good at processing that stuff, especially when we are in peak health.

Aside from traditional methods of excretion, the body also releases junk from pores in our skin. Ever eat a monster load of onions and/or garlic and then go for a run the next day and smell like all holy hell? That's the body sweating out the junk.

What part of the body tends to sweat a lot an smell hella bad? Da' feet. Apparently, feet are like the bodies equivalent of the county landfill.

Point3
Remember how I stated, a mere six sentences ago, how our bodies are good for processing junk when we are in peak health? Well, few of us are in peak health, so we could use a little boost. In comes the IFC ma-chines. I don't know the exact science behind it, but the ghetto version is this, the IFC machine polarizes the water with either a positive or a negative charge and then switches. This, in effect, creates some freaky magnetic suction of the crap in your feet, and osmotically draws it out.

Hence, rather than relying on the body to push it out, it helps move things along by pulling. Sort of like a turbo works on a car or that lady who pulls babies out of preggo's.

Point4
My mom buys the machine, tries it out, as does my dad and my sister. They tell me all about it over Christmas eve dinner and ask if I want to try it. Sounds rather innocuous enough, right? Well let me remind you that my mom bought the budget version of the machine ($300 vs the real deal machine that costs $3000).

Here's the set up:
Step 1. Submerse your feet in a tub of hot water
Step 2. Add in Salt
Step 3. Add in stainless steel ion polarization plate
Step 4. Connect stainless steel ion polarization plate to a car battery charger
Step 5. Wait, WTF is step 4? Are you serious? Is this a Lyndie England product?
Step 6. Seriously? You can't be serious!
Step 7. Turn on the car battery charger and say a prayer
Step 8. Try and pretend you are reading a motor trend magazine
Step 9. Watch in amusement to what happens to the water
Step 10. After 15 minutes switch polarity on the stainless steel plate
Step 11. Watch in sheer horror what happens to the water.

I have a picture, but am hesitant to post it, as for the nightmares it will induce. After the 30 minute treatment, I can only describe the water as primordial ooze. It was black, brown and bubbly.

When I researched the meaning of this combination, it indicated a cleansing of the liver and removal of heavy metal toxins. Ironically, the night before, I consumed several 40's of Schlitz and I think I ate the cap. Consider me a believer.

PS... As a natural scientist, my mom tried a control group (ie running the IFC machine with no feet in the tub) to see what would happen to the water. It changed color slightly, but no where near what happened with any of our feet. Furthermore, my mom, my dad, my sister and me all saw different results in coloration.

PSS...My feet are still tingling.

Monday, December 25, 2006

Merry Christmas!

One should be so lucky as to find this under their tree...



Courtesy of Smell my face Belt Buckle Rob, your very own Schlitz Blue Bull Malt Beverage candlestick phone.

Ghetto Classic. Ghlassic.

Interested in one fo yo'self?

Check here.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

POW! Right in the eye

A little fun Tuesday math problem....

[(Topic15 - Eyeglass)+ Paintball] / Capitol Offense Paintball Krew =

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POW! Right in the eye!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Thursday, December 14, 2006

World's tallest man saves dolphin

I write good things from time to time, but no F'in way can I compete with this latest news blurb from the beeb.


The world's tallest man has saved two dolphins by using his long arms to reach into their stomachs and pull out dangerous plastic shards.

Mongolian herdsman Bao Xishun was called in after the dolphins swallowed plastic used around their pool at an aquarium in Fushun, north-east China.

Attempts to use instruments failed as the dolphins contracted their stomachs.

Guinness World Records list Mr Bao, 54, as the world's tallest living man at 2.36m (7ft 8.95in).


Recovering

Veterinarians turned to Mr Bao after attempts to extract the plastic shards at the aquarium in Fushun, Liaoning Province, had failed.


The mammals had lost their appetite and were suffering depression, aquarium officials said.

The heads of the dolphins were held back and towels wrapped around their teeth so Mr Bao could not be bitten.

He then extended his 1.06m-long arm into the mammals' stomachs.

Chen Lujun, manager of Royal Jidi Ocean World, said Mr Bao was successful and the dolphins were "in very good condition now".

Local doctor Zhu Xiaoling told the state media agency Xinhua: "Some very small plastic pieces are still left in the dolphins' stomachs.

"However the dolphins will be able to digest these and are expected to recover soon."

Mr Bao was confirmed as the world's tallest living man by Guinness World Records last year.

He overtook the previous holder, Radhouane Charbib of Tunisia, by just 2mm.

Guinness World Records say Mr Bao was of normal height until 16 but then put on a spurt that doctors were unable to explain, reaching his full height in seven years.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Since the Green Machine is off the table...

I guess I could always ask santa for this...




It combines my love of the Price is Right, Fate, and Libations.

It's almost Ring of Fire for Dummies.

Monday, December 11, 2006

The Mean Green Machine...

Big ups to huffy for bringing back the pimpest big wheel of all times...


The almighty green machine.

Yes indeedy, I most definitely rocked one of those back in the day. Lowridin' on a big wheel doing donuts and everything.

Now if only they made one of those for adults. I know what I'd be asking Santa for.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Sunday, December 03, 2006

That's one hell of a burrito

On my quest to unearth new and exciting ways to prepare tasty burritos, I decided to combine three of my favorite things and wrap them in a flour tortilla shell.

Here's what I did...

Step 1: Prepare a batch of Honey Chipolte Baked Beans. Aw man, these things are wicked good, but take a few hours to make.

Step 2: Prepare a batch of grilled chili-lime chicken tenders. Again, factor in the proper time to marinate and this takes several hours.

Step 3: Open a can of PBR and split evenly between steps 1, 2, and me.

Once everything is cooked, use freshly shredded sharp cheddar, sour cream and Frank's red hot and wrap it up!

I considered then grill the actual burrito, but at that point it was close to 9:30 PM and I really just wanted to eat.

Anyhow it was pretty good.

Was it worth 8+ hours of prep?

eh.