Exit the Noid

[…]Then, right at the height of his popularity, the Noid endured perhaps the worst mascot PR in history.

On January 30, 1989, a man wielding a .357 magnum revolver stormed into a Domino’s in Atlanta, Georgia and took two employees hostage. For five hours, he engaged in a standoff with police, all the while ordering his hostages to make him pizzas. Before the police could negotiate with his demands ($100,000, a getaway car, and a copy of The Widow’s Son – a novel about Freemasons), the two employees escaped. In the ensuing chaos, the captor fired two gunshots into the establishment’s ceiling, was forcefully apprehended, and received charges of kidnapping, aggravated assault, and theft by extortion.

The assailant, a 22-year-old named Kenneth Lamar Noid, was apparently upset about the chain’s new mascot. A police officer on the scene later revealed that Noid had “an ongoing feud in his mind with the owner of Domino’s Pizza about the Noid commercials,” and thought the advertisements had specifically made fun of him. A headline the following morning in the Boca Raton News sparked a talk show frenzy: “Domino’s Hostages Couldn’t Avoid the Noid This Time.”

via The Downfall of Domino’s Mascot: The Noid – disinformation.

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Renaissance Babies Who Can’t Even

39 Renaissance Babies Who Can't Even

This baby just can’t anymore.

They simply cannot. Via Ugly Renaissance Babies.

via 39 Renaissance Babies Who Can’t Even.


China bans wordplay in attempt at pun control

From online discussions to adverts, Chinese culture is full of puns. But the country’s print and broadcast watchdog has ruled that there is nothing funny about them.

It has banned wordplay on the grounds that it breaches the law on standard spoken and written Chinese, makes promoting cultural heritage harder and may mislead the public – especially children.

The casual alteration of idioms risks nothing less than “cultural and linguistic chaos”, it warns.

via China bans wordplay in attempt at pun control | World news | The Guardian.

 


Truly L’enfant Terrible

After awhile, they began referring to him as “L’enfant.” The young one. The little boy. “L’enfant called 20 times today,” they’d say. “That was L’enfant on the phone.”

It was a way to maintain sanity, a weird sense of levity, in the midst of an insane situation. Even today, almost a decade after the thousands of phone calls began, no one at the Marrakesh Restaurant knows who L’enfant is. All they know is nearly every day since 1983, someone–and perhaps more than one person–has called this popular Moroccan spot and harassed its employees.

L’enfant demands money. He threatens people with death, screams obscenities and babbles in pornographic terms. In the mid- to late-’80s, when the calls were at their height, they took an especially bizarre turn. L’enfant would call, imitating a range of voices: a young girl, a small black child, adults with Middle Eastern accents. Sometimes the callers would carry on crude conversations or begin abusing whomever answered.

static.squarespace.comvia A Chain of Terror : For Nearly 10 Years, a D.C. Restaurateur Has Lived in Fear, Harassed by Anonymous Calls He Thinks Are Linked to His ’74 Abduction in Beirut – Los Angeles Times.

This story is completely nuts. Seriously, go to the link & finish it.


to B or not to BnB

What’s Yours Was Mine: An Airbnb Review: By

[…]Which brings me to your day planner, in the poorly locked top drawer of the desk. Who is “Q”? You and s/he sure seem to have had a lot of dinners last month, plus that long weekend in the Pfalz. And “N”? To be honest, Elfriede, you seem kind of overcommitted. There are all sorts of people out there, not all of whom will understand you. Take, for instance, the dark-chocolate-orange Häagen-Dazs in your freezer. It’s my favorite flavor. And my choice refreshment is the Lagavulin that I see you’ve stored behind the stylish garments in your closet. Coincidence?

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via What’s Yours Was Mine: An Airbnb Review – The New Yorker.

Smart little ditty that encapsulates why Airbnb gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I finally used AirBnB as a guest for the first time a little bit ago. The hardest thing for me was not trying on the person’s shoes. I understand that sounds gross & weird, because it completely is. She just had a lovely collection that kept staring at me from the hallway. I pointedly ignored the faint, raspy whispers.. “Liiiiiisa. We’re just your size. I bet we’d be cuuuute on yooou. We just missssss feeeeeet.”

Asshole manipulative adorable shoes. I didn’t touch them, thank god, because I don’t need to be that person. We actually had quite a perfect Airbnb experience, so I highly recommend it (and by it, I really only mean one person’s apartment in Brooklyn, because that’s all I know).


Gashadokuro

In Japanese folklore, Gashadokuro, (がしゃどくろ) literally “starving skeleton” (also known as Odokuro), are giant skeletons that are fifteen times taller than an average person. If a Gashadokuro sees a human, it will grab them and attempt to bite its head off with its giant teeth to drink the spray of blood. Gashadokuro are created from gathering bones from people who have died of starvation. The only way a Gashadokuro can be detected before it appears is by hearing a ringing in one’s ears. They are said to possess the powers of invisibility and indestructibility; though Shinto charms are said to ward them off.

People who are being targeted by this mammoth- sized skeleton hear extremely loud bells ringing throughout their ears. Gashadokuro targets people when they are alone. It roams about after midnight.

via Gashadokuro – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

 

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9 Private Islands That Cost Less Than An Apartment In SF

 

South Saddle Caye off the coast of Belize has abundant coral growth along the eastern and southern shore lines and sparkling blue water, and no old naked men on street corners.

This house way out in Bayview is OK. It comes with a ceiling fan.

via 9 Private Islands That Cost Less Than An Apartment In San Francisco.

 

ouch. this one hurt.