Zombie Jello Mold

Teach your kids to never, ever eat Jello again with this creepy Jello mold.

Don't blame me if you're up all night, calming the anxieties of your youngsters who awaken to visions of the undead crawling across their plate in search of mashed potatoes and brains.

Zombie jello mold , via Boing Boing

Why We Stare

One of the hardest things to teach young children is the practice of not staring at something that's unusual, especially as it relates to other people.

Kids are naturally open and curious, soaking up new information, so when they see a person that's not exactly like them, they treat it as an educational opportunity.

As it turns out, staring at facial deformities is the brain's way of determining if being in close proximity to that person is safe or unsafe.

When the pieces you supply match nothing in the gallery of known facial expressions, when you encounter a person whose nose, mouth or eyes are distorted in a way you have never encountered before, you instinctively lock on. Your gaze remains riveted, and your brain stays tuned for further information. So looking is completely normal.

Now if we could just teach them not to comment on what they see in a voice that can be heard for miles.

Why it's hard not to stare at facial deformities, via BoingBoing

Video Games Make for Dirty Americans

This is why the rest of the world hates us - all we do is sit around on our fat American butts, playing video games and launching Predator drones while the sweat and grime build up on us.

There's even a rumor that the term "ugly American" is being replaced by "stinky Yankee".

If only there was something that allowed us to be near to our gaming yet provided a way to cleanse our crummy bodies.

Fear not - it's Tetris soap! And Space Invaders soap! We're saved!

I can't wait to scrub my ass with a little Donkey Kong, followed up by a spritz of Eau de Frogger.

Why Do People Hate "Moist"??

Via Boing Boing, a posting on the words that people like, and the words that people hate.

"Moist" surprises me as a word to be hated. Why "moist"? What did "moist" ever do to anyone, other than make them, well, moist?

Many people feel quite strongly about moist — there's even a Facebook group called called "I HATE the word MOIST!" with more than 300 members. One Facebooker calls moist "possibly the worst word in the English dictionary," while another says, "I despise the sick, repugnant word!" It's hard to top the aversion felt for moist, but some other Visual Thesaurus "least favorites" can provoke similar reactions: panty/panties, vomit, ointment, and slacks.

I'm just happy when people use full sentences that are grammatically correct. I'll get around to nebbing on their choice of words later.

Moist, and other words people dislike

Arm Slings as Accident Art

BoingBoing has the details on arm slings that are accident-explanatory. Tired of telling everyone you bump into how you hurt yourself? One of these slings will do the trick nicely, thank you.

I can foresee some injuries that are best left unspoken, so perhaps a generic line of "broke my elbow bailing out of a flaming jet fighter" slings could be launched as a sort of accident alibi.

Accident-explanatory slings

Music and Fashion Walk the Plank

Captain Hook and his crew single-handedly plunder Christian music for kids and send pirate fashion to Davey Jones locker. Arrrrr!

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye - like each of the children and the creepy puppet, judging from the album cover.

Captain and Mrs. Hook's LP of Music for Christian Pirate Children , via BoingBoing

Pig Flu: Cure Worse Than The Disease?

So last night my President told me to stop coughing on people and to wash my hands frequently as I became a foot soldier in the coming Aporkalypse.

I saluted smartly, turned sharply on my heel, and dashed to the bathroom to scrub up.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! Tiny baby-hand soaps!

Oh, the humanity.

I suppose it's ok to have scores of toddlers running around holding their binkies with hooks as long as I don't spread the pig flu, but perhaps we should examine a different solution.

Ward off pig-death with soaps shaped like baby-hands

Wii Remote Cufflinks

For those occasions when you need to come out of the basement and wear a French-cuffed shirt (??), I bring you Wii remote cufflinks.

Why? Because I refuse to use the term Wiimote, for the same reasons I won't order a grande or venti drink at Starbucks.

But seriously, folks. What's the fashion message we're trying to send here? I see Father's Day sales written all over this accessory.

Wiimote cufflinks

Junk Food: Blinded Me With Science

Ever wondered why you seemed powerless to curtail your craving for junk food, even though you know it's so terribly, horribly wrong for you?

As it turns out, it's not an accident. Not by a long shot.

Via BoingBoing, details of David A. Kessler, who has written The End of Overeating: Taking Care of the Insatiable American Appetite. Kessler details how the massive junk food industry very carefully plots and plans to manipulate the diner's brain to want more.

"The food the industry is selling is much more powerful than we realized," he said. "I used to think I ate to feel full. Now I know, we have the science that shows, we're eating to stimulate ourselves. And so the question is what are we going to do about it?"

Neuroscience of junk-food cravings, researched in a Chili's dumpster

Meat Business Cards

Nothing says "remember me" quite like handing someone your name embossed on dried animal tissue.

And they're on Twitter. Fabulous.

Via BoingBoing

Modern Life is Broken - Why?

Via BoingBoing, hilarious video of Seth Godin explaining how modern life is broken and what we can do about it.

Zombies in New Orleans

Boing Boing details an actual zombie incident in New Orleans, and not just one of the typical "2 AM on Bourbon Street" tourist kerfuffles.

A resident of Metairie states that a stranger came up to him on the street, took a bite out of his arm, chewed happily, swallowed, and moved on.

Zowie.

I'm hoping that this is not the beginning of the spring zombie picnic season.

Gentleman in New Orleans Loses Chunk of Arm in Possible Zombie Attack