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January 4, 2005

Lucy Can't Dance

now you're looking for God in exciting new ways
i say trust Him at once which is something these days
lucy can't dance to the noise but she
knows what the noise can do


Came across this today:

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At the funeral, in an act of desperation, Jeff decided that he would not let Lucy leave him. "I called the cemetary caretaker and explained my feelings. I spoke with the authorities and got special permission to take my wife home with me. They thought it was strange, but I was allowed to take her with me. I'd rather have her at home than seven feet under ground. Lucy had a great sense of humor and I'm sure she would appreciate being my coffee table." Jeff ordered a special glass casing that eliminates the decomposition of a dead body. "It cost me about $6,000.00, but it was worth it."

Hmm. Seemed a bit fishy to me, so I googled the names and look what turns up at Snopes.com:

This one is just a macabre but silly story. Every state of the U.S. has laws governing who can transport dead bodies and how they can be disposed of, and "The husband would like to take his wife's corpse home to keep in his coffee table" doesn't pass muster in any state, no matter how much a "cemetery caretaker" might sympathize with the bereaved, and no matter what influential "authorities" might grant permission. Nor would a glass case (even an airtight one) keep a body entirely free from the effects of post-mortem changes and decomposition.

February 24, 2005

Maybe It Was The Fuzzy Dice?

CBSNews:

Military police are investigating a cruel hoax in which a man wearing an Army dress uniform falsely told the wife of a soldier that her husband had been killed in Iraq. ... Fort Stewart officials would not identify the Army wife who reported to military police that a man posing as a casualty assistance officer came to her door Feb. 10.

"Right off the bat, she noticed some things were not right," [ Fort Stewart spokesman Lt. Col. Robert] Whetstone said. "The individual's uniform wasn't correct - there were no markings or name tags. Plus, the person was alone, and she knew one person does not make (death) notifications."
...
Military police described the suspected hoaxer as being 6-feet, 1-inch tall and about 180 pounds with black or brown hair and a pale complexion. He was reported to be driving a blue or green pickup truck with chrome wheels, oversized tires and a Georgia license plate.

Gee, that sounds like an authentic Chaplain Death Wagon to me. Wonder what gave him away?

If they catch the creep, they should turn him over to the troops for a bit of friendly bayonet practice.

Via NealeNews

June 1, 2005

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

i have run
i have crawled
i have scaled these city walls

u2

u2_55Hours before U2's May 21 gig at Madison Square Garden, the band did an impromptu rooftop concert for hundreds of delighted (and some skeptical) fans.

Except it wasn't the real U2; it was a group of improv comics who specialize in guerilla theatre and practical jokes. And this was a big one, with probably a hundred people involved in the planning and execution before the police arrived to shut it down.

Cop: So you were supposed to be Bono? Slocum: Yes. Cop: (looking up and down at 1st generation Korean-American Agent Jinn): And who were you supposed to be? Jinn: The Edge.

Hilarious write-up of it here. There's also a video (Quicktime).

July 3, 2006

Is Your Refrigerator Running?

Back some years ago, the local library system was taking its first steps to integrate with the Internet. It also installed something called Elvis, which was the acronym for an automated reminder service. Basically, Elvis would phone you up to remind you that your books were due, or that something you had put a hold on was now available, etc.

But then something in Elvis broke (I think it was his troubled marriage to the photocopier) and he started spraying out random calls to people who weren't even on his list. You'd pick up the phone and this creepy mechanized voice would pronounce (for example) Oct. O. Ber. Six. Teen. and then hang up.

Naturally, most people concluded that it was the Grim Reaper, announcing the date for their rendezvous with oblivion. I mean, what else could it be?

We can't hope to reproduce that level of panic among the populace; we can only do our part.

I originally didn't want to use this link -- it was flaky, and it disappeared altogether over the weekend. It's back now, though, and seems steadier.

Basically, it's a script that someone's written that allows you to enter some text and have a machine read it to any phone number (only in the US or Canada).

This is what you fill in:

Number To Call: xxx-xxx-xxxx A ten-digit (with area code) number.
Number on Caller ID: xxx-xxx-xxxx Same deal. You can use a real number or just make one up.
Name on Caller ID: Whatever you like.
Voice: A drop-down list with 11 different male and female voices.
Text To Say: Whatever you like, but no obscenities or threats, please. (The program records IP numbers and repeats them at the end of the message. It blocks messages sent from behind proxy servers.) You're also limited to 25-30 words.

You can put in your own phone number to be on hand when the fun begins. The program queues the calls for five or ten seconds, which will allow you time to get back and pretend to be studying your fingernails when the phone rings.

My mother, sister and 7-year-old niece were over when I gave it a try. I sent a message something like: "Claire [my niece] gets to stay up all night long and watch as much TV as she wants and eat all the candy she likes."

My mother answered the phone and you really should have been there to appreciate the look on her face.

Needless to say, Claire was thrilled by this unsolicited advice. My mother and sister were more suspicious, wondering if it was a wrong number. But as my sister pointed out: How would they know her name?

Sensing that this was spiralling out of control, I confessed to my role in the matter. Or I would have, if I'd been able to catch my breath, because I was doubled up in convulsions by then. I have a theory that laughter, like intestinal gas, must be released immediately, lest it damage major organs.

Link to the program here. (If it goes down again, you can get it here, from Google's cache.) Or you can go directly to the page that it feeds and which actually places the call. (The instructions are a bit more complicated, but you can operate from there.)

If you're at a loss what to say, here's a message thread on Fazed (from where I got the original link) that'll give you some ideas.

A couple of the commenters on Fazed were convinced that this was some sort of scam to get phone numbers for telemarketers. I rather doubt it. There are easier ways to harvest large amounts of valid numbers. Though there is some connection to telemarketing -- the calls come from demos of software intended for that purpose.

December 7, 2006

Case Closed!

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I had my doubts, but this looks pretty conclusive.

Via Museum of Hoaxes

December 22, 2009

Up On The House Top

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Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after two days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down.

First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by.

Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn’t realize that it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of the many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn’t take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard.

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