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The blog is taking a short working vacation to EAA AirVenture 2005 in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, starting Wednesday morning. Expect normal posting to resume Monday unless we happen to have Internet access at our temporary domicile. “We” being the folks I’m going with as part of the official contingent from work. Yes, I’m getting paid about a hundred bucks a day to go hang out at an air show/convention. I love my job.

This one’s a doozy.

I think CS graduates have a better chance than most rappers at calculating and devising hitherto unheard rhyme pairings. 50 Cent has dance clubs and oral sex; we have awesome video cards.

— MC Frontalot, as reported by Wired, via the best Slashdot story so far this year.

The War On Terror, As Seen By The Bourne Shell

(via Matt via Adium, the world’s bestest AIM client)

As most of my readers know, I’m using SpamLookup as my primary means of fighting blog spam these days. As I’ve written before, I luuuuurrrve it.

It’s a darn good thing Brad thought to add regular expression matching as a minor feature, though. There’s a lot of crap that would otherwise get through as the spammers get more sophisticated. That regex matching has one key feature that Jay Allen’s MT-Blacklist sorely lacked: it checks the e-mail address, too.

See, I have this guy who thinks he’s Socrates.

Socrates@euthyphroed.com, in fact.

He has lots of drugs to sell.

He loves to post about it here.

“Euthyphroed” is now in the SpamLookup “block” wordlist. He’s tried over 300 times since I added it, but he hasn’t succeeded yet.

Go ponder that for a while, Socrates.

Hey, Tim, let’s fire up the DC-8 and go pop some water balloons in zero gravity!

(via Slashdot)

Driving to work this morning, I was passed by a Hummer H2 going about 85 MPH. The driver’s New York state vanity licence plate: “1 MPG”.

Brock Yates, is that you?

My friend Trish showed me Dancing with Cats tonight. There is also an excerpt available, as well as an official Web site.

Yeah.

Just go ahead and click that.

I dare you to think of something to say.

People scare me.

Today’s award goes to Darrell Patterson, who thought riding on the trunk of a moving car was a good idea.

He fell off.

He is now dead.

Congratulations, Darrell. You win the prize.

Red Forman Dumbass Rating:

From Matt comes this BoingBoing gem.

Also on the page: BustedTees. Although they don’t sell the “I HEART MIDGET PORN” shirt the unfortunate drunk was wearing in his mug shot, they do sell some absolutely hysterical T-shirts. Gotta love Prose Before Hos.

Authorities and West Michigan residents are left wondering: what ate the calf and attacked its mother?

My vote is for El Chupacabras.

Again from our friends across the pond at the BBC:

Clinton wades into GTA sex storm

That’s Hillary, not Bill, you dirtballs.

Jimmy Franklin and Bobby Younkin were killed in a mid-air collision yesterday at the annual airshow in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. I was just helping Jimmy with his plane last week in Battle Creek. Little did I know it would be his last airshow.

These two legends will be sorely missed. Kyle and the rest of the Franklin family, you’re in my thoughts and prayers. Be well.

The esteemed drunkenjournalist has posted some pics of The Cow in Israel, courtesy of a reader. The photos are nice, but the gem of the piece is this:

I don’t care that Jon uses Windows, and I doubt Jon cares that I usually gravitate towards Macs or Linux, but we both like technology and both think The Cow is amusing.

Chances are, we’d both enjoy a drink together too, and chances are while drinking we’d find out more things we had in common while laughing about what makes us different, and there’s probably something important in there somewhere.

In tonight’s episode of “Cooking with Dave Thomas,” we’re going to make honey.

Erm, I mean, “Honey Sauce.”

I was at Wendy’s for lunch today, and because they anticipated a long wait for my spicy chicken sandwich, they offered me a free order of chicken nuggets, which I accepted. When the lady asked what sort of sauce I wanted, I said, “Honey, please.”

I didn’t get honey. I got “Honey Sauce.” The ingredient panel for this honey-like substance:

Honey, high fructose corn syrup, sugar, corn syrup, natural flavoring, caramel color

Uhhh…

Why not just give me honey-flavoured chemicals and call it good? Maybe I should give Morgan Spurlock a call.

From Germany comes this amazing feat:

A German pilot and driver escaped unhurt when a one-seater plane landed on top of a speeding car at a little-used airport, police in the western town of Bitburg said on Wednesday.

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The driver was racing at 160 kph (100 mph) with 11 other members of a local Porsche club at the airport, a former U.S. air base, when the single-engine plane accidentally landed on his roof. The shocked driver slammed on the brakes, sending the plane crashing to the ground.

Maybe German regulations are a little different from U.S. regs, but if that happened on an open runway here in the States, the pilot certainly wouldn’t be at fault — the drivers would be the ones getting arrested.

Of course, the pilot is an idiot for not noticing it in the first place, too.