Log log log (log, log, log)

The Log Song from Ren & Stimpy
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor’s dog?
What’s great for a snack and fits on your back?
It’s Log, Log, Log!
It’s Log, Log, it’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood.
It’s Log, Log, it’s better than bad, it’s good!
Everyone wants a log! You’re gonna love it, Log!
Come on and get your log! Everyone needs a Log!
This post was inspired by the dearth of search results for “log log log”. I want that top spot, baby!
(lyrics via)

How to escape wind

The most effective way, according to this Japanese TV show, is to slap your butt while shuffling away sideways. I liked the “dancing prawn” technique, though.

Do I need a Boston Terrier?

Please tell me.
I saw this photo and fell in love with her:

The thing is, her markings are dirty and she looks like she has an eye problem. Check out the page of photos her sellers put up here.
Another issue is that I really don’t want to support a puppy mill by making a $200 purchase from them, but there seems to be no good breeders selling Boston Terriers in Thailand.

Predators vs. Prey

Everybody was linking to this clip last week but I had to wait for it to come out somewhere else, because YouTube is still blocked here (and proxies are a pain).

Airbag Story

On Saturday. I went to my homeboy Ot’s shop, Wattana Sound, to get a bigger horn put on the car since it seems to be the only deterrent to the 50,000 students haphazardly riding motor scooters on the local roads.
His worker takes off the steering column cover and leans under to examine wiring bundles. He uses a tester and checks each wire and then inadvertently triggers the driver’s side airbag… POW! The airbag catches him square in the eye and is louder than a tire blowing out (I know this because I was across the street when it happened).
So eventually I return to the shop and Ot is waiting for me and shows me the problem… I make sure the worker is all right (he has a very small cut over his eye) and Ot assures me he will cover the cost for replacement at the Nissan dealer. I tell him that it’s more than just the airbag since the collision system is tied into the seatbelts and active head restraints via computer (actually, it turns out there’s a spring loaded system in the rear seats as well); Ot breaks out some cans of Beer Lao and starts making calls.
Somewhere in Bangkok, the steering assembly for an A33 Cefiro is placed on a truck bound for Mahasarakham, where we will have it installed on Monday.
On Sunday morning, I am driving Nam to work when I hear this curious vibrating noise between my seat and the car door. I reach under to see what it is and my hand comes back up holding a U-shaped wire hair holder-thingie. Nam immediately demands to know who’s it is, and I’m hard pressed to answer, because I just have no idea… She’s has no reason to be suspicious, really, but then again, neither of us has any idea how the hell a girl’s hair thingie got in my car.
I thought about it all day and a weird scenario evolved in my head… I told Nam about it and she thought I was totally bullshitting, but we went to confirm my theory – we went back to Ot’s car shop. The worker who had been doing the wiring has long hair, and the force of the airbag deploying in his face knocked the hair thingie clear off his head and under the seat. Awesome!
Yesterday we got the car fixed, so all’s well that ends well, I guess.

My Only Phobia: Sharks

I have always had an irrational fear of sharks. Even in our pool, when I was little, I was afraid of swimming alone at night and would imagine fins following me from the shadowy depths… Like I said, irrational. It has gotten better over the years, but I still like being around others when I wade in the surf or swim out a bit farther when at the beach… That said, I know the importance of sharks in the food chain (and that’s not to say they belong in Chinese soup bowls). And that said, I found the recent run of anti-shark and other underwater weapons over at Wired very interesting:
SEALs v Sharks 1: Bang!
SEALs vs. Sharks 2: Darts!
Splash, Splash, You’re Dead: The Military’s Next-Gen Water Gun

Tea in the Sahara

Is it just me, or is it totally mind-blowing that the Police are touring again? You have to read this report by Stewart Copeland: Our First Disaster Gig!
Synchronicity is a damn good “speeding down the freeway” song/album.
(thx Lek)