Showing posts with label weird news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weird news. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2016

You Can’t Make This Stuff Up Dept.

     A few prefatory comments: I like Canada. Really I do. I also like Canadians, at least the ones I’ve encountered in my various professional and personal travels. They’re pleasant people, a bit overly prone to forelock-tugging, but hey, Americans tend toward the opposite fault, so what the hell. But they do some really strange things up there:

     An out-of-control five-kilogram wheel of aged farmhouse cheddar is being blamed for breaking an infant's leg in a B.C. Supreme Court lawsuit arising from a Whistler cheese-rolling competition.

     In a notice of civil claim filed by her guardian, Juli Nonaka claims she was injured on Blackcomb Mountain in August during the ninth annual running of the Great Canadian Cheese Rolling Festival.

     "As the plaintiff was watching the event from behind a safety net on the premises, a cheese wheel came rolling down the hill and stretched the safety net colliding with the plaintiff, causing her to be knocked to the ground and sustain injury, loss and damage," the claim reads.

     I don’t go looking for this stuff. Honestly, I don’t. But it finds its way to me.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Just Odd News, Or A Harbinger Of Things To Come?

     You may savor the Darwin Awards. You may delight in the Bulwer-Lytton contest. You may giggle over the oddities reported at Cracked. But the “real news” often demonstrates the veracity of that old saw, “Truth is stranger than fiction.”

     Take this escapade. The report says that the perpetrator stole...what? $160,000 worth of Jamaican cheese? Really? That much of even very expensive cheese – say, $20.00 per pound – would mass to 8,000 pounds. Four tons of cheese. Moreover, this was a specialty cheese, used in a narrow range of products and seldom sold separately from them. The questions are several and imperative:

  • How did the thief get away with his haul?
  • Did he really expect to escape detection?
  • How did he store it? Surely he didn’t “eat it on the way home!”
  • Most urgent of all: What did he plan to do with it?

     The report linked above speaks to none of that. Rather, it bombards us with a series of little eye-opener news-grenades:

  • The theft occurred:
    1. On September 23;
    2. In New Jersey.
  • The thief was arrested “after a two-week investigation.”
  • The bail was “$10,000 less than the value of the canned, processed cheese.”

     Let’s recap: in New Jersey, the most mob-ridden of the fifty states, an 18 year old decided to brave the wrath of the Jamaicans, well known for their intemperance toward those who wound them, for several tons of cheese. It then took two weeks for the authorities of Bergen County, New Jersey to trace the aroma to the thief’s hiding place – the nature of which was not mentioned in the story, though it would be one of the most interesting things about this event – and when the thief was brought before a judge, the judge assigned a bail less than the value of the items stolen.

     As the kiddie-puzzles printed on family restaurants’ paper placemats ask us, “What’s wrong with this picture?”

     Someone is hiding something here. Does this “cheese” have national-security implications? Is it a component in a super-powerful explosive, perhaps? Or was it ballast for the concealment of a huge shipment of “crack,” another well-known (and very popular) Jamaican product?

     Let’s not neglect the “investigators.” The theft of several tons of “cheese” should leave a slime trail a deaf-dumb-and-blind quadriplegic could follow. Yet it took two weeks to find the perpetrator? Were the detectives of Bergen County, New Jersey somehow limited in their methods, to “make it interesting?” Were they required to conduct their investigation entirely by mail?

     Finally, we have the judge. What’s he hiding? Bail is supposed to be set proportionally to the damage the crime caused or could have caused. But he set the bail at less than the averred valuation of the stolen product. Was he promised some of that cheese? Or did the Jamaicans intervene out of sympathy for a criminal moved by love of one of their specialties?

     Great God in heaven! Stories like this make it easier to believe the police can look at a corpse shot in the back of the head while handcuffed and rule it a case of suicide. Perhaps if the perpetrator had taken the cheese across state lines...but no; the last thing we’d want after the “investigation” into Hillary Clinton’s multiple felonies is FBI involvement. Better to see if the Keystone Kops can be induced to come out of retirement.

     From now on I’m sticking to the Star and Weekly World News. No, no, keep the Enquirer away from me. That organ once ran stories about Bill Clinton and John Edwards that turned out to be accurate. The last thing my delicate psyche needs is more of that.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

You Can't Make This Stuff Up Dept.

I’m beginning to think this will become a regular feature.


1. Fashion?

From my Vietnamese-American sweetie Duyen comes the following:

Duyen: What do you think of those beauties?
FWP: Jesus H. Christ and His All-Girl Orchestra! Please tell me you didn’t just buy a pair of those.

Duyen: Relax, Flashy. I haven’t completely lost my mind. I just thought you’d get a giggle out of them. Only $114.99 per pair at Heels.com.
FWP: What imaginable outfit would go with those?

Duyen: No idea. But this is what passes for innovation in fashion today.
FWP: We’re doomed, aren’t we?
Duyen: Looks that way.

Duyen is a fashion marketing consultant. Her clients pay her gigunda bucks to stay on top of the trends. There are times I pity her.


2. Horse Or Cart?

From Your Tango comes this bit of...research:

Like to keep your work and personal life separate? Well, the two may be more connected than you thought. There's a new discovery about how your job is affecting your sex life — and it's a positive one.

According to new research from the Institute for the Study of Labor in Germany, employees who have sex more than four times a week make 5 percent more than those who have less active sex lives.

The study looked at 7,500 Greek households and analyzed how many times respondents had sex per week, whether they were employed and how much they made. The link between sex and salary was highest among people between the ages 26 and 50.

Now wait just a minute! Let’s leave aside the quips about correlation versus causation. I want to know in which direction the causal vector points. Also:

  • If prosperity causes increased sex, how much more would I have to make to get it every night? And would I have any discretion about that? I’m getting pretty old, y’know.
  • If sex causes increased prosperity, what is the ratio between incremental sex acts per unit time and one’s annual raise percentage? I mean, my poor wife...
  • Finally, does this include all behavior designated as “sex,” or is it confined to conventional sexual intercourse? It was a survey of Greek families, after all.

Nothing irritates me quite as much as these incompetent popularizations of important discoveries.


3. What’s Wrong With This Picture?

Just yesterday I received the following in a promotional email from Amazon:

Words fail me. Yes, yes, I have railed loudly and publicly about the dearth of good science fiction being written today, but is Amazon really suggesting that the remedy is to buy and read my own books? Don’t get me wrong, now: I do like my own writing, but I’m already familiar with the tome, and besides, it’s a trilogy’s middle volume.

Oh, wait: a little later in the same email:

I suppose that covers it.


Have a nice weekend, Gentle Readers. I expect to be away from the keyboard until Monday. Lawns, real estate, and assorted occupational travails impend. Pray for me.

All my best,
Fran

Saturday, July 27, 2013

You Can't Make This Stuff Up Dept.

1. Errare Humanum Est.

From the "No commentary required" section:

Women across the nation went into weeping hysterics at that.


2. Remedial education probably won't help.

A certain amount of intelligence is required by any "indoor" occupation... including grand larceny:

22-year-old Derrick Mosley reportedly attempted to rob Discount Gun Sales in Beaverton, Ore., on Thursday. Wielding a baseball bat, Mosley strolled into the store and smashed a display case.

But, according to police, upon attempting to steal a gun from the smashed case, he learned that gun beats bat.

All the store manager… of a gun store… had to do was pull out his own personal firearm. And that he did. Pointing it straight at Mosley, the manager successfully ordered the would-be robber to drop the bat, the unloaded gun he was trying to steal, and a nine-inch knife in his possession.

Upon arrival, the sheriff’s department reportedly found Mosley on the floor, still being held at gunpoint by the furious manager.

Do you think Mr. Mosley has a high-school diploma? I'd bet on it, myself.


3. Having trouble staying awake at night?

Doug Ross has something that will keep you awake:

There are some things you can't un-see, no matter how desperately you might wish to.


4. The "hobgoblin of small minds."

Consistency and the Obama Administration aren't even acquainted:

CONCORD -- Earlier this year, Contra Costa County won the right to run a health care call center, where workers will answer questions to help implement the president's Affordable Care Act. Area politicians called the 200-plus jobs it would bring to the region an economic coup.

Now, with two months to go before the Concord operation opens to serve the public, information has surfaced that about half the jobs are part-time, with no health benefits -- a stinging disappointment to workers and local politicians who believed the positions would be full-time.

The Contra Costa County supervisor whose district includes the call center called the whole hiring process -- which attracted about 7,000 applicants -- a "comedy of errors."

Shall we have a chorus of derisive, braying laughter?


5. For the ladies...

...an inducement to just a wee bit more exercise?

We are always being told to incorporate more exercise into our daily routines - and cycling to work is an excellent way of doing so.

And if you were reluctant to hit the pedals before, a new gizmo could provide all the incentive you need to get on your bike.

A firm has launched the Happy Ride - a vibrating seat cover that will make journeys by bicycle that bit more exciting.

The inconspicuous gadget slips over the seat of a bike and incorporates 'vibration stimulation’ as you ride.

Manufactured with a padded lining and black nylon fabric outer surface the cover, which houses a powerful vibrator, is designed to fit all seats.

I thought that sort of thing was the exclusive province of the Japanese.


6. To those who wrote to ask about this post:

Yes, she has boobs.
No, she's not really an assassin...as far as I know.

Have a nice day.