The Heights Of Human Weirdness Know No Upper Bounds

Have you ever wanted to embed a server in the corpse of a frog, wire up the frog’s legs so that said server can activate said frog’s leg muscles via a galvanic reaction, suspend the whole affair in a tank of mineral oil, hook the server up to the Internet, allow users to activate the frog’s legs remotely while watching the contraption on a webcam, install the whole affair in a gallery and call it art?
Well, thank goodness, humanity has you covered, should the thought ever arise.
(“Und next on ‘Germanys Most Disturbing Home Videos’, ve haf a grown man in a diaper running through a sprinkler…”)

Ahhh, The Memories: Trivia, Laughter, Double Entendres

I happened to stumble across the other day and was instantly transported back to my freshman year of college wherein countless nights were spent with hallmates laughing our way through the various incarnations of “The Jack”, as it came to be known.
And now it’s available. In episodic form. On-line. For free.
Be still, my pattering heart.

The Web Is Awash In Wiki-Related Geekery

To wit:
Exhibit A: Wookieepedia, the Star Wars Wiki, possibly one of the geekiest Wikis out there.
Exhibit B: Wikipedia Brown and the Case of the Captured Koala, a piece which should make old-school readers’ hearts jump for referential joy. It begins:

Mr. and Mrs. Brown had one child. They called him Leroy, and so did his teachers.
Everyone else in Idaville called him Wikipedia.
Wikipedia is a web site giving information on all branches of knowledge. It allows visitors to add, remove, or otherwise edit and change its content. It is therefore possible for large number so f people to create articles and update them quickly as new information becomes available.
Leroy Brown’s head was like Wikipedia. It was filled with facts he had learned there. He was like the entire Wikipedia web site walking around on sneakers. Simon Baron-Cohen had written a paper about him.

If you aren’t overcome by a wave of potent nostalgia and the scent of pink rubber erasers, well, I’m assuming you never participated in a Scholastic Book Fair. You philistine (pfeh!).