Monday, August 15, 2011

Remix Of The Day: Bacon

Ask and ye shall receive, Siress Yorkie.

News Story Of The Day: Woman Likes To Eat Dead Husband's Ashes

I'm no shrink but something is amiss here. From Asylum UK.

Widow eats dead husband's ashes

(Aug 12th 2011) It can be hard getting over the loss of a loved one, and for 26-year-old Casie it was no different when her husband Shawn died after suffering a sudden and severe asthma attack.

Well actually that's not strictly true, we guess it is a little different... because Casie consoles herself by compulsively eating her dead husband's ashes.

That's right, the young widow says she can't stop herself from dipping her finger into her husband's urn and taking a lick of his remains.

It all started when she was transferring the ashes from a temporary cardboard box into an urn and spilled some of them on her hands -- not wanting to "wipe him away" she licked the ashes from her finger.

After this initial tasting she began to munch on Shawn's remains more and more often, claiming to find comfort from the odd behaviour -- something which earned her a spot on the reality TV show, My Strange Addiction.

And just in case this behaviour wasn't strange enough, she also takes Shawn everywhere with her. Whether she's popping to the supermarket, going to the cinema or even a restaurant, she takes the ever decreasing ashes with her in an unwieldy black box.

(There's a video at the link if you really must know more)

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Oh how I would love to see the reactions from some of you if your husbands tried this.

The 10 Most Worthless College Majors

From Kurt and

College is a great place to learn and have fun. But let’s not kid ourselves, some degrees are as useless as the plot in a Michael Bay film. Here’s ten that may be interesting, but do jack shit for you in the real world.


Why It Won’t Help You Get a Job: With an art history degree you could maybe curate an art gallery or work at a museum or….yeah, that’s it. That’s all you can do. And seeing as how every art gallery and museum I’ve ever been to has exactly one dude sitting quietly at a desk reading a New Yorker and eating a food that requires chopsticks, I’m going to go ahead and assume there’s not a lot of positions open in the field.

What Job You’ll End Up With: After your parents boot your ass from your bedroom, you’ll wander towards the nearest coffee shop and get a job there, which will allow you to meet artists who put fliers by the cash register to inform people of their upcoming show featuring “the combination of art and flute.”


Why It Won’t Help You Get a Job: This isn’t ancient Greece: no one is going to pay you money, or allow you to sodomize their attractive son, in exchange for your knowledge of existence. Never has there been an employer who’s said “Man, we’re having all kinds of problems, I wish we had someone on our team who could reference and draw conclusions from the story of Siddhartha that would pull up our fourth quarter numbers.”

What Job You’ll End Up With: Thanks to your extensive knowledge of philosophy, you’re now self-aware enough to know that most jobs out there will make you totally miserable. So most likely you’ll wait tables part time and hope someone starts paying you for the bi-monthly entries on your blog.


Why It Won’t Help You Get a Job: I didn’t even know this was a major until I found it on the Appalachian State website. According to them, “Music therapy is the scientific application of the art of music within a therapeutic relationship to meet the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual needs of individuals.” Which is a big, fancy way of saying “We’ll teach you how to make a mix tape.”

What Job You’ll End Up With: After realizing that yoga studios and elderly homes don’t pay people just to come in and set mood music, you’re going to end up putting your degree towards burning a fire to keep warm because you are homeless.


Why It Won’t Help You Get a Job: Despite what “Dancing with the Stars” and “High School Musical” may tell you, there aren’t a lot of dancing jobs out there -- so you better be good, because there really aren’t any gigs for mediocre dancers. Outside of New York or LA there is absolutely nothing you can do with a dance degree that doesn’t involve actually dancing for money. And since the Des Moines interpretive dance movement hasn’t really taken off yet, you have a better chance landing a job as an 8-Track repairman or a member of the Beatles.

What Job You’ll End Up With: After moving to New York and trying out for Hello Dolly! or Damn Yankees or any of the other seven Broadway plays that want dancers and not landing a single one because you got your dance degree from Ball State, you will find ample opportunity to show off your choreographic skills at one of the city’s many strip clubs.


Why It Won’t Help You Get a Job: Not only does no one speak this language anymore, but we already have all the Latin that exists in the world. There’s no new Latin that’s hot off the presses that needs immediate translating. I’m no business major, but majoring in a language that doesn’t exist anymore doesn’t sound so good for job security.

What Job You’ll End Up With: Since you majored in something that doesn’t exist, you’re going to have two jobs. Your first one will be as the annoying pretentious guy who gives everyone the Latin etymology of every big word he hears at every dinner party he attends. Your second, and most lucrative job, will be as a Subway Sandwich Artist.

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