Jeez, I should really be using my 15 minutes better.
I look like a maniac! (but that's not your fault, is it?) Thanks for posting me, dude.

Oh, Lawd. Publicizing the existence of these people will lead to two things, first, someone will decide that their land looks good, and try to take it. Second, the bible thumpers who insist on bringing Jesus to everybody will dispatch a missionary to convert the unsaved heathen, and probably accidentally give them a disease or three that their isolation has given them no resistance to. Welcome to the "modern" world. Its happened before, so many times, and its gonna happen again.

Uh, don't you think that whatever product you kept in this jar would eventually seep into and corrode at least some of the lower "lid"? Try storing a jar of jelly upside down sometime and you'll see where I'm coming from. It's a great idea, but some serious kinks need to be worked out to make it feasible. These kinks are, of course, not insurmountable, possibly with the use of plastic lids.

Oh, you are all so wrong. This is an antique surgical instrument. It is a little or unknown fact that one in 250,000 or so children are born with a completely flat bottom. It's True! (I read it on the internets.) Well, this tool is a surgical creaser, used to impart those unfortunate children with a, for lack of a better term, butt crack. I'm surprised that there isn't a telethon for this disorder.

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From experimental demonstration gone horribly wrong file:

In my college "Physics for Poets" class, which we always called Physics for Idiots, we were doing an experiment about the propagation of waves, I think. I'm not too sure, as you will see, I've blocked the experience out from my memory as much as I can. The professor had a large section of o-ring gasket, used to seal oil tanks, I believe. This was stretched across the front of the classroom, struck at one end, and we watched the wave propagate back and forth. Now, this classroom was not too big, so it was hard to see the effect that the professor was talking about, so he asked for volunteers to take the gasket out into the hall and duplicate the demonstration, joking how dangerous it was. I jokingly volunteered a friend, and the professor said, okay, so my friend volunteered me right back. We brought the gasket into the hall, stretched it the length of the hall, probably 70 to 100 feet, with two people behind each of us, sort of like a really clueless tug-of-war game. The professor stood at the other end of the hall from my team, and struck the gasket with a ruler. The wave propagated back and forth along the gasket a few times, very impressively, and the next thing I knew I was laying on the ground with a whole bunch of rubber gasket piled up against my guts. The sheer absurdity of the situation, combined with the extreme pain I was in caused me to, when I got my breath back, to laugh very literally hysterically. When the ashen faced professor came up to me, I was able to choke out the words "I'd better get an A for this lab.", which I think I did. I went to the school nurse, who agreed that although it looked really awful to have huge purple bruises, let us say between just above the knees to just below the navel, I did not have any serious internal injuries. The horrifying bruises took about a month to go away completely. Oh, the things I wouldn't do for SCIENCE! Top that!

Why it's a clockpunk Speed Racer knife-gun buzzsaw combination. What else could it be? He used it in his big fight vs. Snake Oiler. (Best Bad-Guy Name Ever)

For those of you old enough to remember Old School Sesame Street, it's the thing that "Cowboy X" used in the cartoon of the same name, marking everything in town, until a young boy asked him to stop. Then he said "From now on, I'll be known as cowboy O", and marked everything with an O. The punchline, which sticks with me is:

So the people of the town lived happily ever after....
because they really weren't very smart.

Britney Spears' new bodyguard was not popular with the papparazzi, but adored by every other human being on the planet.

This may be obvious, but wouldn't it be much easier to list the few bones he didn't break?

IM UNDER YUR BED
DRINKIN YUR KOFFE

"Take this, go home and put it under your bed. Then everything will be fine. I have more in the truck. Why not take one for each member of your family?"

What is it? WHAT IS IT?
It's Grade A Nightmare Fuel, that's what it is!
I can't imagine something that looks like that is used for something pleasant. No idea, actually.

The most important piece of advice that can be given to any child comes down to one word. Wander. Don't have a destination, just go and keep going. Try to remember the way back home, but don't act like you're trying to remember the way back home. Wander through woods, over streams, through industrial areas, along railroad tracks (abandoned ones if you can manage it), through graveyards, around unknown neighborhoods, up mountains and down again. On foot or on a bicycle, alone or in a group. The times many people remember the most are of the times when they had an adventure they weren't planning. Sometimes this may involve some small peril, falling into a stream or pond you were'nt intending to fall into, or scraping your knees, elbows or palms. Shake it off. That which does not kill you makes you stronger, or so they say. These memories are priceless, and someday you'll thank me for this. Now get out there and live, before you're old like me and all that you can do is to give advice to young people who don't want to hear it. Now I'm gonna go take a nap.

Excellent information. I have been fighting the last one (you only use 10% of your brain) for years. It was all started by some textbook stating authoritatively that we only understand the specific functioning of 10% of the brain, which at the time, was true and accurate, but it did not say what people wanted to believe it said, that we only USE 10% of our brain, so the could say that the other 90% were the domain of mysterious paranormal abilities. Even back then, it was understood that the 90% of the brain that we do not understand the specific function of has been proven to be the domain of long term memory, mostly. When that part of the brain is damaged, long term memory is what is lost, along with associated problems that naturally go with massive brain injury. I think this 10% myth persists because people want to believe that they are special, and that they have hidden abilities that no one can understand but them. Then they attribute the mysterious abilities to the 90% unknown. Actuallly, the 90% unknown is probably chiefly the domain of the mystic ability of self delusion. Sorry to be mean about it.
Mel