Archive for January, 2008
I’m claiming the win on this one… remember that the tinyURL that this bot messages is in fact a link to tubgirl.
15:14 -!- Pats-Sox [~email@example.com] has joined #asp 15:18 < @lanshark> we dont want any chowda heads in here 15:25 < Pats-Sox> "chowda head"...I don't know why that just caused a really really bad "yo momma" joke to pop in my head 15:28 < Pats-Sox> I just googled "chowda head" for the heck of it. This site is pretty funny... http://www.boston-online.com/glossary/ 15:28 < Pats-Sox> Chowdahead 15:32 < myles_> !search Chowdahead 15:32 < Crusher_> myles_ > Your search returned 12 results. Press alt + z to receive a link to them. 15:33 -!- edmundo [~firstname.lastname@example.org] has joined #asp 15:33 -!- myles_ is now known as myles 15:33 < myles> !search Chowdahead 15:33 < Crusher_> myles > Your search returned 12 results. Press alt + z to receive a link to them. 15:35 -!- edmundo [~email@example.com] has left #asp  15:36 < Pats-Sox> !search chowdahead 15:36 < Crusher_> Pats-Sox > Your search returned 12 results. Press alt + z to receive a link to them. 15:38 < Pats-Sox> it can't be a coincidence that edmundo left immediately after the post to press alt + z....twice 15:39 < Pats-Sox> once is funny, twice is HILARIOUS 15:39 < Pats-Sox> nevermind, one was a join. jokes on me 15:39 < @morgajel> Pats-Sox: you think it's funny, but you didn't even see what happens AFTERwards 15:39 < @morgajel> the bot does send a link. 15:39 < Pats-Sox> do I dare ask to what? 15:40 < @morgajel> only one way to find out. 15:40 < unEZ> lol 15:41 < Pats-Sox> Don't take it personally, but I'm not trusting you right now 15:42 < unEZ> what? after you've known me for 15 years? wait, thats someone else. I see your point 15:42 < Pats-Sox> I'm thinking that a bot can't process the key combo because the key combo is processed by the irc client, therefore exiting the channel before the bot can catch the key press 15:43 < @morgajel> worst case scenario, I'm wrong, you pop out, pop back in, and I laugh like a retard. 15:44 < @morgajel> if I'm right, the bot messages you and gives you the blue pill. 15:44 < Pats-Sox> A normal key, z, could not possible work as well alt-F4. It just can't. 15:46 < myles> pornocracy 15:47 < @morgajel> Pats-Sox: only one way to find out 15:48 < @morgajel> my do-not-push-the-red-button sign, let me show you it. 15:48 < Pats-Sox> alright, I'll take one for the team.... 15:48 -!- Pats-Sox [~firstname.lastname@example.org] has left #asp  15:48 -!- Pats-Sox [~email@example.com] has joined #asp 15:49 < Pats-Sox> ...and my technical analysis of the situation was absolutely incorrect.... 15:49 < Pats-Sox> and the IS THE SINGLE MOST REPULSIVE THING I have ever seen in my life 15:49 < Pats-Sox> and I am a farely demented individual
So jackie wants to take her recipes and build an open cookbook sorta thing. I’m not sure how all of this is gonna play out, but I’ve set up the dev environment for it. I’ll try to make notes about it when I can.
Here’s a story from Christmas that I almost forgot to share. Every year we get together- my parents, brothers, aunt and uncle, cousins and grandparents. We go through dinner, do the present thing, then the grandparents leave. That’s when things usually degenerate below the average level of stupidity.
The incident started when my brother Jamie (24) and cousin Walker (29) were talking about getting high from nutmeg. I don’t think Jamie believed it, so Walker offered to eat a tablespoon of nutmeg for $10. My aunt was very vocal about them NOT doing it, so of course they headed to the kitchen to look for spices. The discussion moved from whether or not it would get you high to whether or not you could keep it down.
Since they couldn’t find nutmeg, they needed to find a suitable substitute. I suggested they try Cinnamon instead- it was roughly the same type of powder, and we had a big jug of it available. I laid down $10.
The bet was that Walker couldn’t keep it down- the cruelty came when we said he couldn’t drink water for 30 seconds. So we took a 1 tbsp. measuring spoon, filled it full of Cinnamon, and headed outside.
My youngest brother Brian (21), Jamie, Walker, and I stood outside as he shoveled the spoon into his mouth. The powder instantly dried his mouth like a fistful of chalk. As those around him laughed, he coughed a bit, sending a bit of cinnamon into his lungs, causing him to cough harder. A plume of brown smoke rolled from his mouth. He coughed again, releasing another cloud of smoke. This is when my brother’s and I began roaring with laughter.
Moments later he began the dry wretching. Then came the vomit- he vomited up probably 1/8th of a pound of roast chicken with all the sides, mixed with a thick brown paste. My dad was pretty pissed that he yacked on the sidewalk, so he took a snow shovel and began dumping snow on the vomit to keep the dogs from eating it.
All in all, he lasted maybe 15 seconds. While Walker is a pussy, I don’t think many others could do much better.
So this brings me to the purpose of this post: are you man enough to take the Cinnamon Challenge?
Apparently there’s a whole section on youtube dedicated to this.