Friday, May 25, 2007

Oompah Loompahs Are Good Eating If You Do Them Just Right.

Dammit dammit dammit all to hell! Soon, I will return triumphantly to this arena, despite the filth and the old cumstained bleachers. I will return. Can't a guy catch a break?

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Dig These New Jams! Get Your Ass On the Dance Floor! And Wax It, Monkey Turd.


Wow. So anyone in close proximity of my life is undoubtedly aware of all the crappage that I have been dealing with over the past week and a half. Good crappage, but crappage still the same. In fact, I would call it sweet smelling crappage.

Hiatus begone!!

And to commemorate the day, I give you some of the dumbest shit you can find. It might not be a prime example of people doing innane things (For that I would check out Salt Lake City) but it does represent something that strikes at the heart. I give you...Astronaut pee. Courtesy of the BBC.


How do you 'go' in space?

A tour of a space facility in the US apparently prompted Prince Philip to ask how astronauts deal with "natural functions" in space. So how exactly do they go to the toilet (or should that be the loo)?

It's all to do with air flow. On earth, in the West at least, your standard toilet is a water-flush affair, that takes waste and washes it down a pipe.

THE ANSWER
Space toilets use air flow as water flushes have drawbacks in zero gravity
Adult nappies are used on space walks and during take-off and landing
The lack of gravity on the shuttle and the space station mean a water-flush system is not an option. You don't need a particularly vivid imagination to see the potential problems.

Instead, on the shuttle, urine and faeces are carried away by rapid flow of air.

The unisex toilet resembles a conventional loo, but with straps over the feet and bars over the thighs to make sure that the astronauts don't drift off mid-go. The seat is designed so the astronaut's bottom can be perfectly flush to make a good seal.

The good news for fans of convenience is that, on the shuttle at least, urinating standing up is possible. A funnel-on-a-hose contraption is included so that astronauts - both male and female - can urinate standing up. Or sitting down if they prefer. They just attach it to the toilet using a pivoting bracket.


I would wait for 10 hours and then once back inside get someone to help me off with the suit and rush to the bathroom
British astronaut Piers Sellers to Prince Philip
The system separates solid and liquid waste. Solids are compressed and remain on-board to be unloaded after landing. Liquids are released into space. Nasa hopes one day to recycle waste productively.

Researchers at the University of Guelph in Canada have said such recycling will be key to tackling any future mission to Mars in order to feed the astronauts.

The air used in the space shuttle's toilet system has to be filtered to get rid of the smell and bacteria before it is returned to the living area.

Incinerated waste

On the International Space Station, the fundamental principle is similar. The fan-powered air-flow toilet system stores waste. Urine is sucked up and stored in 20 litre containers which are dumped into the Progress resupply craft. The ship is later ejected into the atmosphere, where it burns up.

A regular feature in the BBC News Magazine - aiming to answer some of the questions behind the headlines
For solid waste, a plastic bag covered in holes is placed inside the toilet. Air is sucked through the holes so everything ends up in the bag. The elasticised top closes and the bag is pushed into a metal container. A new bag is popped in for the next visitor. Again the waste heads off to Progress.

Space toilets have come a long way. In the book The Right Stuff and its film adaptation, an astronaut on an early mission feels the need to urinate during a massively delayed take-off. With no facilities provided - and no adult nappies, as used today during take-off and landing - he is eventually allowed to urinate in his suit, causing his sensors to go haywire.

And Prince Philip is among good company in wondering how astronauts attend to their bodily functions.

A spokesman for Nasa confirms it is a question much asked by children and journalists alike.


Prince Philip wants to know if he can get a girl into space and have her pee on him standing up. This is the BBC.

A long mother fucking article about urination and feces. And I refer you back to the last line of the article. Journalists are children. Not that there is anything wrong with children. Them be tasty eatin'. And not that there is anything wrong with pee. It's sterile and is a natural thing unless you eat a whole lot of asparagus. Then you in trouble. I'll have something better for you later.

My little noggin hurts with a pulse like a monkey I once saw beating off in a zoo. Rapid fire. Noisy. Verging on explosion.

Friday, May 4, 2007

Dude. That Totally Fucking Blows My Mind. I Relate In So Many, Yeah. It's like the 4th Dimension or Something. Time Passes Like...Relatively.

Whoa, this is like total bogus, you know. It's like. damn...can you really? I don't...Wow...yeah totally. Uh huh uh huh, I see what you.. yeah, you're hitting it right on the, yeah uh huh, that's it right. cool cool..I see what you're...no, totally yeah yeah.

Have you ever caught yourself saying something along these lines?

Shame on you.

Swamped. Back in a few.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Uno de Mayo Mayo Mayo Mayo Vinegar and Eggs. Mayo Mayo Clinic. Mayo My-O, My O is Long Since Gone.

It is May. That means spring. My heart feels like spring. Warm and fuzzie like. I was spinning in circles in a giant field. It was magical. And these little peaches with little arms and little legs come dashing through the orchards to rub their fuzzies all over me. We touch cheek to cheek. And dance to the song with a similar name. They look like butts. They might be humping my leg with their fuzzie parts. I eat them. And ignore the little screams escaping their fuzzie lips. And I weep. Blood.

Happy May!

More to follow...eventually.