Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Dung - Dung - Dung - Dung

excreted by the Associated Press©

Meadow muffins. Guano. Feces. Doody. Caca. The words for poop are endless, but the Miami Metrozoo has another term to add to the list: educational.

Now on display is a 5,000-square-foot exhibit on excrement titled "The Scoop on Poop," which invites visitors to explore the science of scat. The exhibit is filled with photos of animals in some of their most indelicate moments. Stool sample models abound: haylike football-sized balls (elephant), kidney-bean-looking pellets (porcupine) and coallike lumps coated with fur (black bear).

Beyond the "ick" factor, however, zoo officials and the exhibit's creators say there is a lot of information being imparted. Visitors can smell the stench of flowers that mimic dung to attract flies for pollination. Videos include one of a hippo spreading its droppings around to mark its territory.

Simple games include "Who Dung It?"

"We didn't want this to be a gross exhibit for shock value," said Chad Peeling, who helped create the display. "Our goal with the exhibit was to make people think, kids especially, about the science in all aspects in life and this thing that adults don't like to talk about."

Miami is the exhibit's second stop after opening at a Virginia museum in May. Created by Clyde Peeling's Reptiland _ whose namesake is Chad Peeling's father _ in Allenwood, Pa., it is based on a 2001 book of the same name. After the exhibit closes at the Metrozoo in January, it will make stops in Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and Redding, Calif.

The exhibit is not the first to feature feces, however. An exhibit called "All the Poop" toured Japan in 2001 and another in England showcased scat samples.

On a recent afternoon one woman cheered "go, go, go" as two children raced model dung beetles at a station in the Miami exhibit. Students on a class trip posed in a cutout of a person sitting in an outhouse. Others examined slides of parasites found in dung using a microscope, while classmates weighed themselves on a scale designed to tell them how long it takes an elephant to poop their weight.

"I don't think it's that disgusting," said Bruno Cazarini, 13, of the exhibit's topic. "I think plenty of people get the wrong impression."

Cazarini, who was visiting the zoo with a school group, said he knew about dung beetles, some of which burrow inside dung to eat and rest. But he did not know about its uses as a type of waterproof plaster for the homes of Masai people in East Africa, which he learned from information at the exhibit.

Adults have had fun with material, too. Some volunteers and zoo employees have started wearing plastic poop pins that look like the real thing. Zoo personnel have also brought out a bowl of chocolate- covered candy, inviting visitors to take one if they dare.

Elephant keepers, meanwhile, were charged with weighing the amount of elephant poop one of the zoo's Asian male elephants, Dahlip, produces in a 24-hour period. The total: 540 pounds. Meanwhile, a commercial for the exhibit, which will begin running shortly, has already shown up on YouTube. (I'll sure be on the lookout for that!)

One couple, who are zoo donors, even called to offer to loan the zoo a scat sample of their own. The pair has a lump of excrement from 1973 Triple Crown winner Secretariat enclosed in a glass globe, which the zoo plans to put on exhibit within a few weeks.

Monday, October 30, 2006

The Demise Of An Entire Species

The original version of the plastic flamingo may be singing its swan song after inspiring countless pranks - and being alternately celebrated as a tribute to one of nature's most graceful creatures and derided as the epitome of American pop culture kitsch.

Union Products Inc. stopped producing flamingos and other lawn ornaments at its Leominster factory in June, and is going out of business Wednesday - a victim of rising expenses for plastic resin and electricity, as well as financing problems.

The small privately held firm has been in talks with a pair of rival lawn ornament makers interested in buying the molds and resuming production of the flamingos, designed in 1957 by local son Don Featherstone.

"We think the flamingo will go on," Keith Marshall, Union Products' chief financial officer, said at the company's aging brick factory, where just a few years ago more than 100 employees churned out flamingos by the millions.

Featherstone, who wrote a 1999 book about his creation called "Pink Flamingos: Splendor on the Grass," studied art before Union Products hired him in 1956 to expand a line of lawn ornaments that consisted of two-dimensional renderings of animals. Featherstone sculpted his 3-D flamingos from clay, working from photos of the birds in National Geographic.

The ornaments hit the market in the late 1950s when the color pink was in vogue, and America's exploding population of suburbanites sought to add flair to their lawns, said Kevin McCarthy, a retired University of Florida professor and author of several books on Florida's history and culture.

But the birds also came to symbolize bad taste. They became the namesake of the 1972 John Waters film "Pink Flamingos," an epic to excess that celebrated a wide range of perversions. Some residential developments even banned flamingo ornaments.

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Sunday, October 22, 2006

The True Story Of Chik Picker

This is a collaberative tale written by the good members of the FDP

The story you are about to hear is true. The names were changed to protect the innocent.

Once upon a time there was a chick named Chik Picker sitting at her house in the middle of a piney wood in a little town called Toad Suck. She was sitting in front of her PC feeling kind of bored so she thought she'd start a story. All she had been teaching the little children of Toad Suck lately was story writing and she was sort of in the mood to see if her friends wanted to have some fun and see what kind of story they could write together.

Well all of the sudden in came Pyne E. Wood. Well Pyne E. sat down and after several Oktoberfest beers and... and.. and....said, "My what big toads you have in this town."

Our hero, Pyne E. , lights a cigarette, looks up with steely eyes and says...while pointing directly at our intrepid author (Chikpicker)

"How much for one them toads? Can I get it flame broiled - or do you just eat 'em raw down here"?

Since we have so many toads here, Pyne E...you can have one for free,but if you want the legs cut off and fried it will cost you $12.95 at any fish house in town.

The toad said, "I'm NOT for sale!"

Just than a grasshopper stood up and said i can sell you a cricket cheap. keep him as a pet or eat em i don't care.

"Toads and crickets aren't my bag Sunshine" said Pyne E. "Tell me where I can get a cheesecoke and maybe I won't kill ya when the deal goes down."

The only place I know that you can get a good Cheesecoke in town would be that new Dole-a-bucks Psychodelicatessin they just put in next to the highway...its a chain now,you know, replied the toad.

"Oh great, drum circles" Pyne E. thought and says,"I'm not as think as y'all drunk I am. Honest."

"Wart else is new?" said the toad.

"I yam what I yam and I yam not under the affluence of incohol." Pyne E. said as he lumbered toward his bike, dodging a few of the valuable young nemotoads. Just as he fired up the machine ....And took off toward the local "Dol-a-bucks" for that hot bubbley "CheeseCoke" to wet his whistle.

And someone shouted,"Mr. Wood, If'n yer goin'down t'the Dol-a-Bucks, don't miss the all-you-kin-lick Psychedelic Toad Bar..."

To which, Pyne E. replied, "I'm not allowed to go back in there because once upon a time, a toad kissed a princess and then the princess cried ....KISS ME TOADIE!!!!! *reeling in a drunk stuper* She turned in to a 300lb. guy named Earl. Yeah that's the reason, I think. Heck I don't remember."

Just then, Powdered Toast Man burst onto the scene and...(Powdered Toast Man?..thats kinda crummy isn't it) and sprinkled all the guys that play pink guitars with fairy toast dust. And after that they were again allowed into the local Dol-a-bucks to lick the psychodelic froggys and drink unlimited cheesecoke for only $8.99.

But the fairy toad dust made the people who play pink guitars angry. And they picked up their pink guitars and loudly played a C chord and launched into Stairway to Heaven. Infuriating Earl who was still love struck from the kiss and ran up and grabbed a pink guitar and sang in a voice hoarse from drinking too hot cheese cokes, "Froggin went a courtin"

When suddenly...An evil man with a red guitar appeared in a cloud of smoke. His presence was like rain on a picnic. In a loud, thunderous voice, he said......"Has anyone seen my pink tutu?"

For just a moment, all the toads stopped and stared in dazed disbelief that this evil man with the red guitar...didn't have any pants on and was really looking for his pink tutu..just then the evil man with the red guitar looked up and saw Willie Nelson's tour bus pull into the parking lot. Willie,....Who was actually wearing a pink tutu. But he was wearing cheap blu-blocker sunglasses and the tutu looked white to him.

The evil man with the red pointy guitar stroked his evil goatee with his long evil fingers and said, "Gee,Willie sure is pretty in that white tutu...wonder if he has a rollin' paper or another tutu. "We'd make a lovely duo."

Through squinty eyes, Pyne E. watched this odd scene unfold before him and yelled, "Get the rope!"

Just then Willie and the Evil one launch into an impromptu version of the Pirates of Pezance on banjo and accordion after sampling some of Willie's "Private Reserve" and a band of gremlins joined in, all wearing pink tutus, until the evil man with the red guitar said, "I'll never smoke weed with Willie again".

"Pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry,
Fill, O fill the pirate glass!
And, to make us more than merry,
Let the pirate bumper pass!

For today our pirate 'prentice
Rises from indenture freed;
Strong his arm, and keen his scent is
He’s a pirate now indeed!"
...sang the thououghly stoned pair.

With a wild flourish, the evil man brandished his pointy red guitar and let loose with a Gdim7th over a 5th of Gin7th.

Weedley, weedley, weedley, weedley...

All the sudden the Toad Suck police showed up and witnessed the goings on and they said "...arrrgh ya bunch of landlubbers. None of the likes of ya are fit to wear a tutu. You call yourselves Toad Sucking Pirates."

So the Toad Suck Police all in blue tutu's joined in for it was "donut :30" and we all know at donut :30 anything goes...except for them darn pointy red gee-tars!

"Lock that man up", barked the Sergeant. The young officer stuffed the last of the maple bar into his mouth with his fat, sticky fingers, and reached for his handcuffs.

To his surprise ...the guy with the pointy guitar quickly plugged in his DistortoShreddomatic pedal and rolled all his amp knobs to 11 with the heel of his hand and let loose a blur of 80's style shredding, which made the ugliest old pirate pull out his shiv and make threatening noises and says "ef, i ear one you buggers play "Satisfaction" 'll slice you up faster than you can say, 5 strings, 2 fingers and 1 f hole.

"F hole?!", the evil man shrieked. "I've got yer f hole right here!!"
Everyone stopped and stared as the evil man gestured at his pointy red guitar. Sure snough, his guitar had an f hole - two of them, in fact.

To prove his point, now that the crowd stood stunned and speechless, Mr. Evil slowly turned with a wicked grin and rolled up his guitar volume knob and faced his mighty amp.

"Hee hee hee!" He said, evilly. "This wall of feedback will knock them out long enough for me to escape. I saw it in a Star Trek episode".

The feedback roared as the bystanders grabbed their ears and crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain.

A single shot from the Police Sergeant's service revolver rang out and put an end to the terror being inflicted upon the kind people of Toad Suck.

And everyone except the guy that died lived happily ever after. Except one of them wasn't quite dead. Until Shadoe grabed the sarge's gun and made sure.

Someone yelled look out Shadoe has something in her hands. But all were releived to see it was only a gun and not a gardening tool.

"Do what you have to, Shadoe," said the Sarge, as he sucked contentedly on a toad.
Shadoe put down the gun and got busy with the most deadly weapon at her disposal... The dreaded weed whacker.
And in come BJD with a force of toad suckers.

"Where is she, where is she?...oh there you are." "Kiss me and you'll see what pleasure I will bring Mon!"

Chik Picker bought a bag of popcorn and a coke and kicked back on a park bench to watch the fun. She though, "It looks like it's gonna be a showdown at the toad suck corral.

Willie backed away, looking pale at the sight of the weed whacker! You see Willie really likes his weed. I mean, he really likes it.

Just then, tires were heard crunching up the dirt road (they're all dirt in Arkansas, right?)

It was an old Plymouth, with a busted out rear window and a shadowy (Shadoey?) figure inside wearing a trench coat. His fedora was pulled down low to hide a black eye.

He got out with a limp and a groan, surveying the scene with a street-wise glare. He lit a fresh Chesterfield King and exhaled before saying, "The name's Dick Gumshoe. You might remember me from the Dime Store Detective thread a while back. I'm still looking for that dame Shadoe!"

Pointing to the still-hungry Pyne E., the Toad said, "There she is!"

And then Gruveking showed up and yelled, "Shoot him!"

Gruveking thought, "Who knew this place even @#$% existed??" Then without another word, GK swung 'round with his beat-up, full-o-mojo, stench of a thousand gigs, P bass and laid down the deepest, fattest groove imaginable.

Meanwhile the glow from Chik Pickers LCD softly illuminates her face, as she leans back thinking about a time gone by, a time much simpler, a time before pointy guitars existed...in the before time...before...she knew she was gonna have to bail Shadoe outa jail after this...a time when toads could suck in peace, a time when a man in a pink tutu actually looked out of place.

Shadoe used her one phone call to tell Chik Picker to take her time. She was having more fun than she ever could have imagined

So after the phone call, Chik Picker decided she'd hop on Willie's bus just to have a look and low and behold it was her good buddy friend from Nashville "Mr. Busdriver".

And all the toads were dancing to the rhythm of the music. They were having a toadown!

Willie turned to Chik Picker, winked and said, "Thanks for the tale."

Chik Picker turned to Willie and said, "Gee,Willie no problem...have a cheesecoke."

Some gang! An Indian ranch hand, a drunken gunfighter, a sex maniac, and an uncle!

"Chik Picker, get me out of here!" Shadoe had convinced the Chief of the Toadsuck Police to give her one more phone call since she had such a great wireless rate.

"Guess it's time to go get Shadoe outa the pokey" ,thought our heroine.

"Willie...think you can give me a lift to the gray bar hotel?"

And off they went in a blaze of glory....with checkbook in hand...

"Yeah, it's all over in Dodge,Tombstone, Cheyenne and Deadwood too. All gone. All dead and gone. Why, the last time I came through Tombstone, the big excitement there was about the new rollerskate rink that they had laid out over the OK Corral." says Willie while braiding his hair with some pink hemp bows.

..Shadoe and Chik Picker headed out to the west coast to try to stir up some trouble. And, man, did they ever.

The first thing they ran into on Venice Beach was the most amazing studly California toad.

"Wart are you two doing here?" he said.

"Some gang! An Indian ranch hand, a drunken gunfighter, a sex maniac, and an uncle!", said Lance (who? wait...back up a sec. Which one is Shadoe? Now back to the story...)

"Dudettes, it's me...I'm, like, Cali-toad-alicious...you two hotties can call me Stu", the toad said in his stoned-surfer-boy accent.

Then along came Deputy Greene and said "Alright, who shot the sherrif?"

Shadoe and Chik Picker ran for the fence while the deputy whipped out his Big Green Egg and made smokey toad stew out of Stu the toad...which, on the surface, sounded pretty good. But the side-effects of Smokey Toad Stew were more than Chik Picker and Shadoe had bargained for.

When they came out of their haze in yet ANOTHER jail, the deputy gave them a little insight on how they had angered the other women in town because all the men knew what the color of their eye's were.
To that the girls exclaimed, "How is that OUR fault"!!"

"I'm sorry, did you girls say something?" asked the sherriff.

Excuse me!..up here!..I'm talking to you! said Chik Picker..How did this land us in jail??"

"I'm sorry young lady but we were protecting you from the town drunk, Gruveking." said the apologetic sheriff. "Once he has a few in him, there's no telling what he'll do."

"Oh,yea...I met him back in Toad Suck""Trust me his bark is way worse than his bite and we ain't a skeerd of him...he's really harmless" said Chik Picker.

"You're free to go girls but if you're looking for Pyne E., there's a guy named "Reubens" in the 4th aisle of the old movie theatre. He might know where he is. Reubens is the one with the box of popcorn on his lap" said the sheriff.

"Ewww!" ,said the girls as they left....

And again, the girls exclaimed "Ewwww!".

Wary of the ever-smelly Gruveking, and the not-to-be trusted Pyne E., our heroines wound their way through the crud-encrusted streets. Finally, they reached their destination - The place they had been searching for so long The Fountain of Not-quite-Youth, where they drank and imbibed and made merry and collected all the coins from the bottom of the fountain...

"We're rich!" "We're rich!" chorused the girls, as they shovelled up the coins."Las Vegas here we come"!! exclaimed the pair as they headed down the road toward sin city. I mean where else can you go with all that loose change.

"What are we going to do when we get to Sin City?" asked one of the girls. "Go see Sigmund and Freud!" exclaimed the dumb one.

"You mean Sigfried and Roy.." the smart one corrected.

"Right.. Sorry.. Fruedian Slip..."

"Uh oh, we're out of gas" said Shadoe as the car bucked to a stop. "It sure is dark out here" Chik Picker said with a tremble in her voice.

As the girls looked around they noticed a small, dimly lit shack about 500 feet from where they stood.

"I guess we'll have to ask for help from whoever lives there" said Shadoe as they turned and wondered what kind of mess they had gotten themselves into.

Feels kinda "Texas Chainsaw Massicare" to which Shadoe say, "Let's use the cell to call Gruveking...he'd come get us in a rainstorm...

"...crud, no service out here. Now WHAT! Shadoe", says Chik Picker.

And all of a southern a strange sound comes rolling across the desert night blackness.

The deep, rumbling sound enveloped the car as Shadoe and Chik Picker stared at each other with wide-eyed terror. Their look of panic turned to comforted grins as they realized that the strange sound was none other than the booty-shaking thunder of Gruveking's bass. Their hero had come.

"See...i told you he'd come get us in the middle of the desert"...exclaimed Chik Picker.

Shadoe, knowing better exclaimed, "Who's that imposter? But what, or who, is causing the booty-shaking thunder?

"I don't know" said Chik Picker. "Looks like a kangaroo to me!"

"Kangaroo?!?", exclaimed a confused Shadoe, "I can see the resemblance, but we're in Nevada!

"Well", replied Chikpicker, "at least it's carrying some refreshments. See that keg hanging from it's neck?".

"That's no keg", snorted Shadoe. "That's a big old.."Accordion!"

"...Aaaghhh!!!", screamed Chikpicker". "The very tool of the devil!!!"

"No worries", said Shadoe, coolly. "I just happen to have the very thing that can netralize that accordion. Check out this. A Banjo with a pick up on it!! Everyone knows thats the most hidious sound ever.

So Shadoe plugs into her battery powered banjo amp and starts to play....But Shadoe doesn't even know how to hold a banjo, much less play one. The sound emitted called forth that Devil that went down to Georgia that Charlie Daniels sang about. And the devil knew that the kangaroo with the acordion was like acid to his skin. As soon as he saw the beast he went back to where he came from.

Just then the kangaroo hopped off from the sounds of Shadoe on her banjo.

"Shadoe,you saved us" exclaimed Chik Picker.

Just then from out of nowhere as if an angel had been summoned, a hot young guy driving a wreaker drove up and said "Can I help you ladies?"...

The pair looked at each other with a cheshire grin and said in unison "you bet you can"(hehe)

And then.....Pyne E. pulled his banjo out from under the seat of the truck and said, "Care for a duel?"

Que: Dueling Banjos
And they lived happily forever after or at least for about 45 minutes.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Once Again The Page Turns

Question: Why are all the books in former Representative Mark Foley’s library dog-earred?

Answer: Because he likes all his pages bent.

I guess that sexual scandals have been around our Federal Government since the days that Thomas Jefferson said, “I’d like to give you a promotion with a big bonus” to Sally Hemmings.

So the recent scandal involving well known multi-term gay Congressperson and recently recognized pedophile, Mark Foley, doesn’t come as much of a surprise.

Back in 1831, The Petticoat Scandal forced most all of President Andrew Jackson’s Cabinet to hand in their resignations in support of John Henry Eaton, who had been making whoopee with the owner of a Washington D.C. boarding house named Peggy O’NEILL. Mrs. O’NEILL was at the time married to a sailor that committed suicide because of his wife’s adultery.

In 1919, FDR, who was Secretary of the Navy launched an investigation known as the Newport Sex Scandal. It was a look into reported homosexual behavior of the sailors stationed in Newport, Rhode Island.

In the early 1960's the Press was mum about President John Kennedy and Attorney General Robert Kennedy’s numerous affairs, nude swimming in the White House pool with young ladies and potential ties to the wives and girlfriends of men associated with illegal activity.

Brother Ted Kennedy drove his car off of a bridge in Chapaquitic and killed his passenger, Mary Jo Kapetanic. He was never charged.

Vince Foster was linked to Hillary Clinton. Mr. Foster was found dead in a Washington D.C. park and his death ruled a suicide. Any relationship was covered up.

Of course Bill Clinton’s tryst with Monica Lewinsky is well known.

In 1983 we were confronted with the original Congressional page sex scandal. This rocked the House of Representative and caused two members to face censure.

The Congressional Page Program — which has been around for more than 150 years — was overhauled and a board was created to monitor it. A dormitory for pages was created near the Capitol.
Pages are high school juniors at least 16 years old and are sponsored by a member of the House or Senate for either one or two semesters, or for the summer. They serve as messengers, passing notes and delivering documents. They wear uniforms and attend a special "page school" during the school year. It is a paid position.

On July 14, 1983 the House Ethics Committee concluded that Rep. Dan Crane (R-Ill.) and Rep. Gerry Studds (D-Mass.) had engaged in sexual relationships with minors, specifically 17-year-old congressional pages. In Crane's case, it was a 1980 relationship with a female page and in Studds's case, it was a 1973 relationship with a male page. Both representatives immediately pleaded guilty to the charges and the committee recommended reprimand for the two.

However, Rep. Newt Gingrich (R-Ga.) demanded their expulsion. On July 20, 1983, the House voted for censure nearly unanimously, the first time that censure had been imposed for sexual misconduct. Crane, who subsequently apologized for his transgression, lost his bid for reelection in 1984.

Studds admitted "an error in judgment." While Studds has often been reported as having "turned his back on the House" as the House read its censure motion aloud, contemporary reports made it clear that in contrast to Crane, who faced the House as the motion for his censure was read, Studds faced the Speaker who was actually reading the motion, with his back to the other members. Also in contrast to Crane, who left the chamber after his censure, Studds rejoined the other members of the House after his censure was read. He called a press conference with the former page, in which both stated that the young man, who was 17, consented. Studds, who had been 36 at the time, claimed he did not break any U.S. laws in what he called a "private relationship." He continued to be reelected until his retirement in 1996.

Can you believe that! I repeat he was elected for 12 more years!

So now we are faced with an new Congressional Page scandal wherein longtime US Representative from Florida has sent sexually explicit emails to male Congressional Pages.

Foley is a Republican and of course this has generated well-deserved heat from the Democratic party. Thankfully the Congressman resigned, otherwise he probably would have been re-elected.

I find it difficult to imagine that when one reaches such a position in life that you would allow your libido to control you. History teaches us the this is the case.