Just Say No to broken typography!

From the local fishwrap:

Anti-drug ad

"The New South Wales Police: We Can't Even Get Kerning Right."

("Oh, man... I was sooooo high when I made that ad. Look, it's all screwed up, man! It's hilarious!"

I particularly like the new letter Overlaid N and Y. It should be the logo for a New York rave, or something.

I am also intrigued by the choice of the picture of two adorable little girls.

Are we to presume that little girls are being called upon to stop messing around with dolls and step up to do their part in the War on Some Drugs?

Perhaps dealers are using them as runners. Who'd suspect little girls in school uniform?

(You would, citizen, now that you've seen this ad!)

No, wait! Perhaps there's a way to turn little girls into drugs!

See also: "Nuclear-Powered Xenomorphic Paraphilic Combat Weasels"

How can you not love a game that's called "Supersonic Acrobatic Rocket-Powered Battle Cars"?

OK, they're not actually all that "supersonic", as far as I can see. The game actually looks as if it's got something of an "R/C cars" feel to it, but there is of course nothing wrong with that. And c'mon, they're playing soccer!

(Here's a page where you can download the high-definition version of the above trailer.)

The drowned fly goes past every two minutes

I like to think that even when I was a small child, I would have viewed a chocolate fountain with grave mistrust.

I mean, is there a filtration stage in one of those things?

Without such a filter (which, if not very large, would surely enormously impede the flow of the high-viscosity pseudo-chocolate liquid), anything that lands on the chocolate while it's flowing over the large surface area of the fountain is, I think, pretty much there to stay.

Until someone eats it, of course.

I regret to say that I might, as a small child, have seriously countenanced the idea of finding a cigarette butt and flicking it surreptitiously into the fountain.

I'm certainly thinking about it now.

(This may, or may not, be an example of the security mindset.)

"Sweet fancy Moses..."

Continuing the theme of Unwholesome Things Rendered in Lego:

FF Prime - in Lego!

Oh, yeah.

FF and his prey.

That's right, baby.

FF Prime attacks!

Flee, humans!

Lots more here.

(For them as ain't hip, here's pretty much the whole NSFW saga of the Fruit, um, Lover. Or, perhaps, try this.)

(Via this announcement.)

Things Cats Don't Do, Part 2735

Not Always Right ("Funny & Stupid Customer Quotes") is one of those unaccountable hearsay blogs. Readers of, say, Photoshop Disasters, almost always have a good way to see that the mistake being claimed actually occurred. But there's no way at all for even the operators of Not Always Right to tell whether any of these events actually transpired. Let alone people who only read the blog.

If you just completely invent a terrible tale of customer craziness, then unless you insist that the customer was fifty feet tall and eradicated Cleveland with radioactive fire-breath, there's no way for Not Always Right to tell that you're lying.

Sometimes, though, the tales are so off-kilter that they're either definitely true, or the work of a seriously talented writer. Either way, they're worth reading.

Viz.

The polite term is "developmentally delayed"

A reader brought my attention to Cracked's 6 Retarded Gas Saving Schemes (People Are Actually Trying). I've could make a couple of minor technical complaints about it, but overall it's great. The more people point out the idiocy of things like running your car on water and magic gasoline pills, the better.

I got a kick out of the Khaos Super Turbo Charger (KSTC), which apparently made as big a splash in the Philippines as Firepower did here in Australia. The KSTC has its very own page on fuelsaving.info; there's another page about air-bleed devices in general.

Fuel scammers often seem to take the thirty-something per cent thermodynamic efficiency of internal combustion engines to mean that sixty-something per cent of the fuel isn't being burned, when the actual amount of fuel that escapes the engine unburned or only partially combusted is a few per cent, at the very worst. For most vehicles today, it's well under one per cent, as I noted when Firepower tried the same line on me.

Cracked's number one Retarded Gas Saving Scheme is "Water4Gas" from one "Ozzie Freedom". It's a particularly elaborate kit of parts - including various aquarium components, and not one but two jam-jars - that's meant to let you run your car at least partially on, that's right, water.

I mention this in hopes of attracting some more of those hilarious Google ads from the several other water-fueled-car companies out there, all of which have mysteriously failed to make the trillions of dollars you'd expect.

(This is, of course, because of The Conspiracy. Which somehow doesn't stop these people from selling their ridiculous kits to soon-to-be-disappointed customers.)

Oh, and meanwhile it's come to light that the list of people to whom Firepower promised money and never delivered includes the Liberal Party of Australia.

At this stage I'm surprised that Tim Johnston - who in the photo accompanying the article has a hairstyle that looks not unlike a Brylcreemed ballsack - didn't go door-to-door slipping IOUs into people's letter boxes.

Eeew of the day

The other day I was reading, as you do, the Wikipedia entry for "entomophagy". Which means, of course, the eating of insects, on purpose or... otherwise.

The "unintentional entomophagy" section of that article is all about that schoolyard gross-out favourite: The allowable levels of insects, insect eggs and "insect filth" in common foodstuffs.

As the US FDA says, "it is economically impractical to grow, harvest, or process raw products that are totally free of non-hazardous, naturally occurring, unavoidable defects." Like bits of bugs. So certain levels of bug-bits are OK with the FDA.

They have determined, for instance, that no health hazard is presented by fewer than five fruit-or-other-fly eggs per 250 millilitres of canned citrus juice. And they also prohibit, I'm happy to say, any maggots at all in that juice.

You're allowed to have an average of no more than 60 insect fragments per hundred grams of chocolate; no more than 30 per hundred grams of peanut butter.

And on it goes, until the entry for hops - the bitter green flowers used in beer brewing.

The Wikipedia article said that ten grams of hops can have two thousand five hundred aphids, and still be considered acceptable.

This struck me as a clear example of subtle Wikipedia vandalism, so I had a little look around. But I'll be darned if the FDA's Center for Food Safety and Applied Nutrition Food Defect Action Levels list did not say exactly that.

The hop aphid, Phorodon humuli, is fortunately a tiny little creature that probably weighs about the same as a similarly sized ant - about 0.1 milligrams.

(It may mean something that the question of what an ant weighs has previously commanded my attention.)

So even if there are 2500 such aphids in ten grams of hops, that's still only a quarter of a gram of aphids. Hops outweigh aphids by a factor of forty to one.

But this blogger's estimate of 528 aphids being permitted to go into a single sixteen-fluid-ounce (0.47-litre, 0.83-Imperial-pint) can of not-especially-hoppy beer, however, remains valid.

It's not really that bad, of course. As the Action Levels document also says, typical contamination levels are generally far lower than the maximum permitted level.

I think the "2500 aphids" figure might actually be pretty much picked out of the air, since I think it's likely that even if you just stirred buckets of aphids into your beer-wort instead of buckets of hops, the resultant beverage would probably still present no danger to human health whatsoever.

(And, given some previous evidence, a certain segment of the market would probably demand more aphids.)

But this sort of sensible disclaimer has no place in the schoolyard gross-out arms race, or indeed in similarly themed conversations during the big game's ad breaks. 2500 aphids per ten grams of hops are, indeed, allowed.

Drink up!

Intersection area approaches epsilon

There is a post entitled Announcement: Alex Sells Out! on The Daily WTF which includes, in deference to the site's purpose, an announcement that ads will be appearing on the site almost four years after ads started appearing on the site.

But it also includes what may be the best Venn diagram ever drawn.