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Archive: July, 2005

“The Passing Out Game”

CNN.com – Boy dies playing ‘passing out game,’ officials believe – Jul 13, 2005:
Boy dies playing ‘passing out game,’ officials believe

Younger kids don’t know that they can die from this, that it’s a very dangerous activity.
– Dr. Lawrence Shapiro

BOISE, Idaho (AP) — A 10-year-old boy was found dead, hanging from a tree, apparently killed while trying to get high by playing the “pass-out game,â€? authorities said.

Dalton Eby may be the second Idaho child killed in recent months while playing a choking game, trying to cut off the oxygen supply to the brain to achieve a type of “high.�

Dalton’s mother reported him missing last Thursday when he failed to return home after visiting a friend. Search and rescue crews found his body Friday in a tree near his Island Park home, the Fremont County sheriff’s office said in a statement.

How can a child NOT KNOW that they could die from this?

Harsh as it may seem, this is definitely Darwinism in action.

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The Price Is Wrong

About a week ago, “Your Moment of Zen” on Jon Stewart’s Daily Show was a video clip shot from a helicopter.

As the helo flew past a HUGE Antarctic (I’m guessing) glacier, you’re immediately struck by the size of it, and just how beautiful it is.  The shot pans from left to right, and as you’re looking you notice some dirt encrusted in the side of it, and your first thought is of what kinds of information geologists could glean from it, when all of a sudden the entire face of the glacier sheers off, accompanied by this:

We’ve been laughing at that all week at work. And now, any time something unfortunate happens to someone around us, we mimic this sound.

Strangely enough, it hasn’t gotten old yet.

That’s right, bitchez!

Pimp JuiceI went to fill up on gas the other day, and needing some cash, I went into the station’s store to get a new tree (for the smell-good feel) and to hit their ATM.  On the way in, there was a HUGE poster on the door for a product called “Pimp Juiceâ€? w/ some hip-hop lookin model on it, and I thought, “Nah:  can’t be a real product.â€?

After I picked the scent of the week for mine and wifee’s rides, I had to investigate this alleged “Pimp Juiceâ€?, so I grabbed her a bottled water and started searching.

Sure enough:  it wasn’t a joke.  They have, indeed, finally made a drink product that I can get behind.

Pimp Juice.  Bitchez!

Idiotmobiles

On my way to work this morning, I saw a Hummer on lifts. 

Stop and think about this for a second:  I’m talking about a hulking vehicle (5500 lbs) that’s already so big that it’s not required to report it’s gas mileage on it’s window sticker…. on lifts.  This vehicle was jacked up about another foot over top of it’s already higher-than-average height, riding on HUGE dubs…. probably 26′s.

Big deal:  lots of people customize their vehicles, right?  Sure — I don’t have a problem w/ custom rides, but my issues is that this f’ing vehicle was so damn high that it’s lower bumper edge was level w/ my head while I rode by it in my coupé.  This pisses me off for two reasons:

  1. In a collision, this fucking monster would completely flatten me.  Combine it’s mass w/ the fact that my car’s ENTIRE defense systems would be completely by-passed (impact reinforcements, air bags, crumple zones), and I have to take offense.  In my state, the legal limit for ride height is 28 inches — I KNOW this car had to be at least three feet.
  2. I can’t see around today’s taller STOCK vehicles:  when you lift it another 8 or so inches, I have no hope at all of seeing around you.  When I drive, I like to look past the car in front of me so that I can get an idea of what you’re going to be doing — pretty common practice, I imagine.  W/ trucks, SUV’s and mini-vans, however, I can’t do that — I can’t see around/through them.  Worse yet, drivers in these types (especially mini-vans) tend to be either in no rush at all, or completely distracted by a car full of screaming children.  Let’s face it, even if your children are angels, you’re not completely focused on driving:  some part of you is concerned ever what your little angel’s up to back there.

About five years ago I coined a term for vehicles like this (ones that I can’t see around):

Idiotmobiles.