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The folks over at Memention, in combination with Nitrozac and Snaggy’s well-known geek comic Joy of Tech, have introduced what has to be the best iTunes plug-in ever:

Jumping Steve, an animated Steve Jobs who dances around like those old-fashioned paper dolls in music boxes. The download includes Real Steve and iPod Silhouette Dancer Steve.

(via MacMinute)

The award is shared among three teenagers from Troy, Michigan, for their brilliance in being found in contempt of court.

See, what happened was this: last May, the three were among a group of several teenagers who got drunk on their way to prom. Big surprise. Well, they got to prom and started stumbling around, and school authorities had them breathalyzed. The resultant court proceedings found them in various sorts of legal trouble, but nobody spent any time in jail.

Yet.

Well, three of the girls didn’t think it was very fair they weren’t allowed to flaunt their disrespect for the law at their prom, so as soon as they got to college, away from pesky hometown judges, what did they do? Start partying. Again. With a digital camera. And a Web site. Oh, and they took photos of themselves flipping off the camera and posted them to the site with an obscenity-laced caption directed at the judge.

The judge who had sentenced them to probation found the site.

Two of the girls spent the holidays in jail. Geniuses.

Red Forman Dumbass Rating:

ScienceDaily:

Post-crash fires, darkness or bad weather greatly decrease the likelihood of surviving an emergency medical service (EMS) helicopter crash, according to a study by researchers from the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health’s Center for Injury Research and Policy and Johns Hopkins School of Medicine.

Gosh, who ever would have thought that fire and bad weather might be detrimental to the health of aircraft crash survivors?

The British get way cooler commercials than we Americans do.

(via Autoblog)

As in Larry Brown, head coach of the New York Knicks. In the immortal words of Will Hunting, “How do ya like them apples?”

A ramp worker in El Paso was killed today when he was sucked into the right engine of a 737 during a maintenance check.

With 119 people on board the plane.

Oops.

ESPN is running an article saying that Carson Palmer’s knee injury suffered in Saturday’s game against the Steelers has the potential to end his career. The descriptions of the damage are pretty gruesome. It’s amazing that his knee blew up as badly as it did, especially considering a) the hit didn’t look that bad and b) he was wearing a brace.

MacBook Pro?

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Also, you nuked the internal modem, the PC card slot, and the FireWire 800. The first two wouldn’t be such a huge deal individually, but right now, there are no ExpressCard wireless modems (and a quick Froogle search turned up zero ExpressCard wired modems, too). How the **** are mobile professionals supposed to connect to the Internet when they’re not near a wireless connection? Even Podunkville Island has analogue fone lines!

I will not be buying another Mac laptop until the internal modem returns to the product line, or the robber-baron cell fone providers lower their data prices (and Apple includes a wireless modem in the product line).

It’s that time of year again. In light of the events of last fall, perhaps public support for this holiday could be rekindled? You know, as a holiday honouring the nation’s history and the city Jackson saved with a few hundred squirrel hunters 191 years ago today.

Combining 2/9 of a radial aircraft engine with some Boeing 767 tires gets you a Leonhardt V-twin custom, which is taking the whole “theme bike” thing to a new level. I love it.

(via The Kneeslider)

Fire has destroyed the Pilgrim Baptist Church in Chicago, the birthplace of gospel music in the 1930s.

Pat Robertson was quoted as saying, “The black devils brought this on themselves by destroying the purity of the Aryan race!” When are they going to learn to keep that nutjob caged up and muzzled?

Blizza Blizza salutes you, Trevor Corneliusien, for doing what the rest of us largely sane people would not: handcuffing your ankles together in the desert, and then losing the key.

Mr. Corneliusien then hopped 12 miles into the nearest town to get help, where sherriff’s deputies probably laughed uncontrollably before “accidentally” losing all their spare handcuff keys.

Red Forman Dumbass Rating:

(via Dave Barry)

Dave Barry reminisces on the year gone by, and finds it mostly sucked.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.