Comments on: study the gruesome https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/ tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness Mon, 01 Apr 2013 19:01:43 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.5 By: oggy bleacher https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/comment-page-1/#comment-9846 oggy bleacher Sun, 18 May 2008 20:07:59 +0000 http://myrobotispregnant.com/?p=1847#comment-9846 The place is filled with well displayed ephemera of the 20th century. (trailer park dispersement in 1956 with lights and sound effects of flushing toilets) Come down this summer and we'll check it out. The place is filled with well displayed ephemera of the 20th century. (trailer park dispersement in 1956 with lights and sound effects of flushing toilets) Come down this summer and we’ll check it out.

]]> By: Rolston https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/comment-page-1/#comment-9841 Rolston Sun, 18 May 2008 07:59:12 +0000 http://myrobotispregnant.com/?p=1847#comment-9841 Next time I'm down there I want to check that place out. Thanks Oggy. Next time I’m down there I want to check that place out. Thanks Oggy.

]]> By: oggy https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/comment-page-1/#comment-9840 oggy Sun, 18 May 2008 06:37:15 +0000 http://myrobotispregnant.com/?p=1847#comment-9840 Embalming Fluid? That can't be good for your vocal cords. Embalming Fluid? That can’t be good for your vocal cords.

]]> By: al https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/comment-page-1/#comment-9822 al Fri, 16 May 2008 20:51:14 +0000 http://myrobotispregnant.com/?p=1847#comment-9822 the new thing in boston is soaking your joints in embalming fluid and smoking them, its called “wet” “fry,” and “illy, people are breaking into funeral homes and stealing the fluid..... the new thing in boston is soaking your joints in embalming fluid and smoking them, its called “wet” “fry,” and “illy, people are breaking into funeral homes and stealing the fluid…..

]]> By: oggy https://myrobotispregnant.com/2008/05/15/1847/comment-page-1/#comment-9818 oggy Fri, 16 May 2008 07:25:19 +0000 http://myrobotispregnant.com/?p=1847#comment-9818 That castle exists. It's called the Museum of Jurassic Technology...in Los Angeles. http://www.mjt.org/ An excerpt: "The fungus continues to consume first the nerve cells and finally all the soft tissue that remains of the ant - one of the very few ants to produce a cry audible to the human ear." "And, the practice of telling of the bees of important events in the lives of the family has been for hundreds of years...as soon as a member of the family has breathed his or her last a younger member of the household, often a child, is told to visit the hives. and rattling a chain of small keys taps on the hive and whispers three times: Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead. Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead. Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead. A piece of funeral crepe is then tied to the hive and after a period of time funeral sweets are brought to the hives for the bees to feed upon. The bees are then invariably invited to the funeral and have on a number of recorded occasions seen fit to attend." (Jon, go tell the bees you lost your wallet. Remember the poem.) The site is a good, but the actual museum will inspire great awe, unless you are already hopelessly twisted. My personal favorites were the 1919 version of spam email and the Dogs of the Soviet Space Program exhibit. That castle exists. It’s called the Museum of Jurassic Technology…in Los Angeles. http://www.mjt.org/
An excerpt:

“The fungus continues to consume first the nerve cells and finally all the soft tissue that remains of the ant – one of the very few ants to produce a cry audible to the human ear.”

“And, the practice of telling of the bees of important events in the lives of the family has been for hundreds of years…as soon as a member of the family has breathed his or her last a younger member of the household, often a child, is told to visit the hives. and rattling a chain of small keys taps on the hive and whispers three times:

Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead.
Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead.
Little Brownies, little brownies, your mistress is dead.

A piece of funeral crepe is then tied to the hive and after a period of time funeral sweets are brought to the hives for the bees to feed upon. The bees are then invariably invited to the funeral and have on a number of recorded occasions seen fit to attend.”

(Jon, go tell the bees you lost your wallet. Remember the poem.)

The site is a good, but the actual museum will inspire great awe, unless you are already hopelessly twisted. My personal favorites were the 1919 version of spam email and the Dogs of the Soviet Space Program exhibit.

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