<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:45:09.674-08:00</updated><category term='beer drinking'/><category term='pirates'/><category term='white trash'/><category term='classy'/><category term='brain drain a la vet eye doctors'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='adventures in bathroom usage'/><category term='meerkats'/><category term='obama&apos;s communist FDA'/><category term='head bands and dance parties and sidewalk naps'/><category term='sicky'/><category term='separating goo'/><category term='grow'/><category term='fleece'/><category term='rear gurth'/><category term='beach 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show'/><category term='beans'/><category term='societal norms'/><category term='bacon press'/><category term='wanna be asleep'/><category term='pet goggles'/><category term='mona lisa'/><category term='don&apos;t forget to water the carpet'/><category term='tongue gunk'/><category term='grainy'/><category term='isn&apos;t drinking the way to self-medicate'/><category term='mini keg'/><category term='battery zap'/><title type='text'>Ridiculous Product of the Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-5742006907383167583</id><published>2010-11-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:20:37.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho... just in time for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>Again, a sporadic but inspired posting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, lately I've been saying I need to go jeans shopping. The thing is... no one likes to go jean shopping. It's not fun like buying a new dress for an event, and jeans are rarely super flattering (often too long, too loose in the butt, too tight in the waist, too whatever in the whatever depending on the brand). I think the core reason is they're so mundane. It's like buying socks. No one gets excited to buy new everyday socks (hiking socks and fun colored knee socks are clearly exceptions). No one gets excited buying bread either - the every day things are generic and boring. Lucky for me... jeans no longer have to be boring. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember 1998? Remember how jeans were really low and shirts were not tunic length? Remember how this combination made high school administrators flip out and yell and how most guys had no complains over how you could see every girl's thong sticking right up out of their pants? Well... no need to break out your 10 year old thongs, ladies. Whale tales of denim are here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I introduce to you.... &lt;a href="http://www.sannas.jp/main/en/pants-jeans/bikini-pants.html"&gt;Bikini Pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/TOySE29-zHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pftidBfdkCY/s320/Bikini%2Bjeans%2Bho%2Bmy%2Bgod.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542965853558852722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho My God. Brasil... I expected nothing less from you really... but perhaps a little better. Lord this is a terrible terrible thing - in all possible colors. Please, seriously, do not buy these for Christmas, or Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate. Just say no. Or HO NO. That'll work too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-5742006907383167583?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5742006907383167583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho-just-in-time-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5742006907383167583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5742006907383167583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/11/ho-ho-ho-just-in-time-for-holidays.html' title='Ho Ho Ho... just in time for the Holidays'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/TOySE29-zHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pftidBfdkCY/s72-c/Bikini%2Bjeans%2Bho%2Bmy%2Bgod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-6611379734429944727</id><published>2010-09-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:42:00.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead...</title><content type='html'>Though generally I have abandoned this blog for www.lettersfromlia.com ... I think for this one product, I had to make a new post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's really not much that needs to be said about the Snazzy Napper (www.snazzynapper.com)... so I'll let this video speak for itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="275"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MthSUD8cMqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MthSUD8cMqk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, a nap burka? Really? I like that in some of these scenes she's at an airport... so a. You look muslim, which I've heard makes air travel tons o'fun, b. you're telling everyone you're sleeping and cannot see at all... not even a little bit... so feel free to take my bag, or place bombs in it, or whatever. Please, by all means, go for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This says nothing of how stupid you look. Though I do like the cloud and sheep touch... adorable. Perhaps this could be used as a baby blanket? But I'm not asking for one for my Christmas travel plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-6611379734429944727?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6611379734429944727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6611379734429944727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6611379734429944727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-1678717872295933028</id><published>2009-12-25T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:23:20.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protection you need at the Holidays</title><content type='html'>First, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wow it's been a long time. Sorry guys - grad school is apparently time consuming or something. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I made it through my first season in Minneapolis, and my first semester of school, and here I am back in Georgia for a week for Christmas before I head to Boston for New Years! I have found that when I'm in Georgia, it becomes a bit easier to find dumb products to write about. Perhaps it's just luck, or my keen eye for the absurdities of the South (I love it... but it's true)... and this week has been no exception. But this one, this one could certainly come in handy this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of you, you have been celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus with your family this week. You've exchanged gifts like Nintendo Wii's, expensive jewelry, and of course cold hard cash (just as the Magi's gave Jesus in the manger). And you may be thinking... how can I protect these assets? I mean, sure, I live in a quiet cul-de-sac in a gated community, and we have motion sensor lights and an alarm system on my mini-mansion. Or alternately you think, I live in the middle of the country side, where very few people can even locate my camouflage patterned trailer in the woods, but I feel unsafe every day in this socialist America... either way, you know more must be done to protect your new Christmas treasures. And it should definitely involve a shot gun (at least for the 30 million households that already have a shot gun in the home... and probably more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how? If an intruder were to burst into my home (perhaps even through the chimney), how would I ever get to my rifle fast enough to protect my new iPhone and toy hampsters? It's just too far all the way under my side of the bed! I would have to get out of bed to reach it! The horror!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.the-backup.com/"&gt;The BackUp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_grdTestimonals_ctl02_lblDescription"&gt;Although America is the greatest country in the world, the frightening reality is that Americans are not safe in their own homes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r3B0bi4_Iw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6r3B0bi4_Iw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can intimidate, and even shoot intruders from the lying position. If you remain under the covers, this will surely protect you from any grotesque blood spatter, as well as any psychological scarring that would surely occur otherwise if you were in less relaxed stance. In addition, you can be sure to free up space on your night stand for your Jack Daniel's bottle and Fox News celebrity bobble head collection. As a bonus, your shot gun will be extremely accessible when your remote dies as you're flipping past those liberal media stations like CSPAN and ABC and would rather just destroy the TV than watch that until more batteries can be located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, will be purchasing a Back Up for all my friends and family this year for their birthdays. My hope is that this will usher in a safer, more communist free America in 2010, and inspire millions of gun owners to realize the best place to fight for freedom and justice for the crazy minority is right from the comfort of their own beds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-1678717872295933028?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1678717872295933028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/protection-you-need-at-holidays.html#comment-form' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1678717872295933028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1678717872295933028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/12/protection-you-need-at-holidays.html' title='Protection you need at the Holidays'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-8795471643183671205</id><published>2009-10-27T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:21:11.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homegood-home=good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head bands and dance parties and sidewalk naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheet sets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groupie hippies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake street rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBR and clove cigarettes'/><title type='text'>Homeless by Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;So after getting back my accounting final today (I scored a sub-par 64 of 104)... I decided that perhaps I should just plan my life around being unemployed. And then I thought, hey, why not go all out? I should start prepping now for homelessness. I already have a collection of strange and heavily warn t-shirts from high school that I've been wearing as gym/pj shirts for years now (classy, I know). But what about bedding? Certainly my navy and white geometrically patterned duvet will not do on the streets. Nor will my gloriously rust colored sheets with small eyelets around the seams. They just won't do. But wherever can I get homeless appropriate home goods?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dutchbydesign.com/ukSoft-Furnishings/products-Home-Duvet-Cover-King_LC-2007003.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This UK company has me all set up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SudgcKEdYbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ntjjUiv9MPw/s320/LC-2007003_1_Zoom.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397388715282489778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So this is a 'cardboard box' patterned duvet. It can be partnered with accompanying pillow cases (as shown), as well as sheets in a lovely stone sidewalk pattern, as seen below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SudgxAklqsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IoDNly-LU14/s320/trottoir18_1_Zoom.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397389073510148802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can only imagine how bad ass this is to hipster teenagers in England. I mean, what makes passing out drunk and unbathed in your skinny jeans while listening to the Clash show more awesome dedication to the hipster, punk rawk lifestyle? AND some of the profits go to charity! So you can 'keep it real' and give your capitalistic proceeds to the less fortunate. Now you're a green/socially forward thinking hipster. OMG. You will be getting ALL the skinny hippie groupie girls into your homeless dude bed in no time. Fail proof plan really. Every self respecting girl on heroin has been begging to sleep on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sidewalk for years now. It's way better than passing out on a real one, I'm sure of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I can't judge. It goes to a 'good cause,' which I'm a sucker for, of course. But really? Who did the product design on this? I do also admire that it addresses the quality of the image and print quality saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This high quality flat sheet features a photographic print of a pavement. This produces an extremely sharp image that stays flexible because the ink is printed directly in the cotton. The image will stay crisp after frequent washing.'&lt;/i&gt; *PHEW* I mean, I plan on washing my homeless person sheets ALL THE TIME. Just like the homeless do. I wouldn't want my cardboard box duvet to fade after I wash out the smell of clove cigarettes and PBR and replace it with the scent of mom's Downy fabric softener and dirty white kid dreadlocks. That would be horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-8795471643183671205?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8795471643183671205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/homeless-by-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8795471643183671205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8795471643183671205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/10/homeless-by-design.html' title='Homeless by Design'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SudgcKEdYbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ntjjUiv9MPw/s72-c/LC-2007003_1_Zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-584456167313007069</id><published>2009-09-28T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:08:30.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beverages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight creepery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama&apos;s communist FDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biting'/><title type='text'>Solution to chronic anemia?</title><content type='html'>I'm coming out of pseudo-grad-school-induced-hiatus for this one. Seriously. Ever see that really creepy kid in high school who appeared as though they'd never ventured out except to sneak through the woods to their house to play Dungeons and Dragons? Ya, the one with severe vitamin D and K deficiencies... ever think they were a vampire? No? Ok... ever think they WISH they were a vampire? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Because vampires are the hippest, sexiest things since fake boobs and crop tops in the early 90's and matching poofy bangs and sleeves in the 80's. Vampires, and their blood drinking ways, have grasped America by the throat (perhaps only figuratively... for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some logical people might think that it's borderline irresponsible to even humor vampire emulation in adolescents. These people are anti fangs and neck biting and Twilight vampire family incest. But those people are boring. And clearly not going to make huge sums of money from milking (or bleeding) this trend for all it's worth. Luckily, the company who made this was not made of such logical, reasonable, overly conservative folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SsFcMlKRscI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vssQe0NtM9c/s1600-h/true_blood_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SsFcMlKRscI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vssQe0NtM9c/s320/true_blood_bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386688000515224002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Blood Energy Potion will be on the market January 2010. You can pre-order this punch flavored blood-replica for $6 a pouch. Blood replica you ask? What does that mean? Oh, just that ingesting this concoction will give you the same 'nutritional' value of real human blood. Protein, iron, electrolites... and the same consistency as blood. Advertised as giving you the "real blood nutrients without that real blood taste!"MMMM just what I was looking for in my next refreshing beverage! Although I honestly can't wait to see middle school bus floors littered with IV bags... I'm sure that won't alert the 'zero tolerance' police at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too alarmed, the company assures me it's not real blood, just synthetic. In case we were worried that Obama's communist dictatorship made the FDA release human blood... we're assured they did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't see myself purchasing this one, you never know. If I'm ever in a vampire costume triathlon, this might be just what I need to get through all that sun exposure. Could come in handy for practical jokes as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-584456167313007069?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/584456167313007069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/09/solution-to-chronic-anemia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/584456167313007069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/584456167313007069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/09/solution-to-chronic-anemia.html' title='Solution to chronic anemia?'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SsFcMlKRscI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vssQe0NtM9c/s72-c/true_blood_bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-5045716594955839505</id><published>2009-04-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:56:53.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini quiche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frou frou drinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XXXL tshirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misleading visual images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfortunate situation'/><title type='text'>Because plunging wasn't fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I admit it, I like some good bathroom humor from time to time. I may have the maturity of a 10 year old, but to me, farting is still funny and any story where someone is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by being accidentally and/or suddenly naked is hilarious. Judge me if you must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But this is why THIS thing looks both disgusting and awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metro-products.com/jjMain.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Johnny Jolter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jnkproducts.com/images/metro/powerplunger.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 277px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.... so imagine you have a nice dinner party. Everyone is mingling, socializing, sipping on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frou&lt;/span&gt; drinks and eating teeny weeny quiches and stuffed mushrooms you pretended to make from scratch but really just bought frozen from Trader Joe's. You even may have managed to start having a good time at your own party (which is no small feat, in my opinion). But then a guest approaches you and whispers about a dark, evil, and unfortunate circumstance. The main toilet is clogged. This guest, of course, 'doesn't know who's fault it was' because 'it was like that when [she] went to use it.' But fault is not going to help anyone. The party cannot go on for much longer without a working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commode&lt;/span&gt;. Only dirty frat parties, and about 2 of every 5 bars in Boston,  can do without proper bathrooms. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well... most people put a giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XXXL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt; over their cocktail dress, or roll up their oxford sleeves and grab the plunger. It's a gross, smelly and all around unpleasant job, but it must be done. Suction cupping the toilet it is. But what if you had another way? A way that involved a gun like object? This does sound more fun... and you could definitely convince your 10 year old to come down from playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; upstairs and try to shoot water at poop (... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;, it sounds stupid, but you totally know its true. Boys love to shoot things. Especially gross things). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I have a few questions. One... why is this ladies' toilet so weird? Does your toilet go straight down??? Ya... mine neither. Two... does it sound like an  incredibly poor idea to anyone else that this product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Draws water into its cylinder" from the said clogged toilet? Uh... gross! Thankfully this last one is remedied because the Johnny Jolter (after you draw in water, and blast down the 'clogging item,' if you will) can be full disassembled for cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So... basically you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. draw up poo water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. shoot poo water forcefully (possibly numerous times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. get the fun job of washing this thing by hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Something tells me if this picture were of, well, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; clogged toilet, or if it was of step 3, this lady would not be so pleasantly smirking about this process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ya know, as cool as a toilet gun may SOUND... I think I'd rather just put on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;XXXL&lt;/span&gt;, plunge it, wash my hands and get back to eating my mushy mini quiche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-5045716594955839505?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5045716594955839505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-plunging-wasnt-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5045716594955839505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5045716594955839505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-plunging-wasnt-fun.html' title='Because plunging wasn&apos;t fun...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-651914918400854745</id><published>2009-04-21T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:17:15.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacon burgers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pig emblem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking with gas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bacon press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen gadgetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water boarding'/><title type='text'>If I had an iron, I'd iron my breakfast meats...wait, what?</title><content type='html'>So, as you may know, I'm a huge proponent of cooking. And I lust after kitchen gadgets like frat dudes on spring break. Seriously, it's bad. My level of resistance to new pans/pots/measuring cups/pizza stones/pot holders/garlic presses (you see the problem here...) is quite low. If I read a blog about a kind of cake, I want to try out making this cake and I must buy the new pan for it. But even I have my limitations and today I found it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While perusing Surlatable.com (I was looking at pretty canning jars for storage and cast iron skillets), I found a bacon press. A bacon press? Wait... what? You can iron your bacon? Yes... yes you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Se4BHwNEyJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7xEsM28KeY/s320/baconpress.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327196641936328850" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the biggest tragedy in breakfast foods and bacon-added sandwiches is the wrinkles of the bacon. And a regular old grill press (see &lt;a href="http://http//www.surlatable.com/product/kitchen+%26+bar+tools/specialty+tools/meat+%26+poultry/cast+iron+grill+press.do?search=basic&amp;amp;keyword=cast+iron+skillet&amp;amp;sortby=ourPicks&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ...they use them at restaurants to cook your burgers faster) will not do. No no no. What if we need to cook our bacon and the burger at the same time??? We cannot press them both! And I cannot possibly eat one more sandwich with wrinkly bacon that cracks ununiformly when I bite it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, clearly bacon needs to be reminded that it used to be a pig. And that now it has been stripped, salted and now pressed into submission as my food. So we like to remind it with a cute little piggy emblem that will sear onto the bacon. Hahaha take that. It's like the waterboarding of meat products - gotta show them who runs this kitchen !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like 3 please. My birthday is July 25th, just in case you didn't already have it highlighted on your calendar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-651914918400854745?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/651914918400854745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-had-iron-id-iron-my-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/651914918400854745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/651914918400854745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-had-iron-id-iron-my-breakfast.html' title='If I had an iron, I&apos;d iron my breakfast meats...wait, what?'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Se4BHwNEyJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q7xEsM28KeY/s72-c/baconpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-9171025289527535953</id><published>2009-04-13T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:40:34.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free rent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprons and bathing suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal ads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='met your dad on craigslist while i was busy being sketchy'/><title type='text'>Double Trouble in Apartment Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SeNTYMuF1JI/AAAAAAAAALg/o6UsSsVOXqQ/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an unconventional ridiculous 'product'. Here's a little back story... so I'm moving to a new city in August (Minneapolis to be exact) and I'm trying to find a place to live. Now, this is awkward for a few reasons. One, I cannot go look at places to live in person. Two, I want to live with a roommate (living by myself is boring/lonely), but again, cannot go up and meet people. So craigslist and phone chats it is. And for the most part people are pretty honest - they want a good roommate as much as I do. But I've found this odd sect of people (*cough* guys) on Craigslist who have decided it's a good idea to combine their dating post with their housing post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A few examples: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;$400 Room for rent at my house (Minneapolis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Date: 2009-04-12,  11:03PM CDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have a room for rent in the Cleveland neighborhood of  Minneapolis. Its a great neighborhood near the park system and near the busline.  Its about a 7 minute drive downtown and $12 cab ride downtown. My house is a 4  bedroom 3 bath. The room is on the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$400/month includes  laundry, Internet, Cable TV, Heat, Water, grabage, and electricity. The house  has lots of storage space, remodeled kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a  dishwasher, central air conditioning, and a ping pong table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room could  be furnished if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have attached some pictures of myself and the  place. You can also look me up on facebook. I am an intelligent, ambitious,  tall, single male in my late 20s. I work in the IT field and am a real estate  broker. I am busy socially and professionally. I like to play basketball and  exercise quite frequently. Rent can be month to month if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me  know if interested. Feel free to reply or call. I am a bit busy, but will  respond within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (yes, he did put his full name on Craigslist, but I feel wrong reposting that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;612-***-**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(again, yup... we could call him for a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;cats are OK - purrr  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;dogs are OK - wooof  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Location: Minneapolis  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial  interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image 1119552045-0" src="http://images.craigslist.org/3n53m53pdZZZZZZZZZ94c7eb1a65b3e09111b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SeNTYMuF1JI/AAAAAAAAALg/o6UsSsVOXqQ/s320/bath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324190859678569618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image 1119552045-1" src="http://images.craigslist.org/3nc3p83o6ZZZZZZZZZ94c140a29a123af198b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image 1119552045-2" src="http://images.craigslist.org/3n73m33laZZZZZZZZZ94ca5bb888c78c7188e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So 3 pictures of the house... and one shot of him. Now.... why do i  need to know if he's tall, or single? I am looking for an apartment. Not a bed buddy. If I was looking for someone to share my life with... I probably wouldn't want my own room. Just saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.craigslist.org/js/jquery.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.craigslist.org/js/postings.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Another option... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;female companion...almost free (mpls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Date: 2009-04-12, 2:17PM CDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am a 30s single liberal male with an extra bdrm. I am looking for a sexy open minded female to join me at my 3 bdrm nicely furnished upper duplex in uptown. The room is available today, and I am open to all possible offers or arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Location: mpls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Great! This doesn't sound dangerous or stupid at all! No info on the space at all. No pictures of the apartment or the person. No name even. Sounds great - can I movein  tomorrow? Really you're just a live in maid/prostitute in this situation I'm pretty sure. But lastly... man, this is a class act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;$475 seeking younger stoner female roommate! (South Minny/Richfield) (map)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Date: 2009-04-01, 1:05AM CDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have a 2br house to myself. Rent is negotiable. I don't really NEED a roommate, but figured if a cool cat came around that needed a spot, i'd be willing to rent it. I am 27 single, and don't have peeps over much. Not home a lot. Both neighbors are good friends of mine. The house is a duplex, and the neighbor i share walls with is a DJ. So applicant may want to be partial to electro/house music:) To be entirely frank, I have a maid come once a month, and the last time they came they stole some shit. Now I don't have a maid... Not implying that my roomy would take her place, but i'd be willing to deduct rent if that was assured. I'm quite busy and rather lazy. Not gonna lie. Just gonna put it out there for ya. If this seems like something you'd be interested in, email me a lil about yourself and we'll talk. Cheers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58th at Blaisdell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://maps.google.com/?q=loc%3A%35%38th+at+Blaisdell+minneapolis+mn+US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;google map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://maps.yahoo.com/maps_result?addr=%35%38th+at+Blaisdell&amp;amp;csz=minneapolis+mn&amp;amp;country=US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yahoo map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Location: South Minny/Richfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table summary="craigslist hosted images"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3na3m23ofZZZZZZZZZ93v7b21a20c6ada13b5.jpg" alt="image 1101747789-0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.craigslist.org/3n53mf3o7ZZZZZZZZZ93v73e6ba94d9b41fb6.jpg" alt="image 1101747789-1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ya, I'm emailing this dude RIGHT NOW. Uber classy, clearly. And totally my type. Mmmm look at that blue steel pout. And house music? I LOVE house music; that will really help me study for my MBA courses too. To heck with what I said. This is a great way to sell yourself and your home together as a package deal and to shop for other people who see themselves as commodities! I'm posting my listing right now... of course I will include pouting pictures and me in soemthing maid like... perhaps a bikini and apron? I'll have free rent and no self respect in no time! TADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="userbody"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-9171025289527535953?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9171025289527535953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-trouble-in-apartment-hunting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/9171025289527535953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/9171025289527535953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-trouble-in-apartment-hunting.html' title='Double Trouble in Apartment Hunting'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SeNTYMuF1JI/AAAAAAAAALg/o6UsSsVOXqQ/s72-c/bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4121951015334780044</id><published>2009-04-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:28:47.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faux ropes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skip it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jump rope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='informercial love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stair master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxer fitness brigade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese inventions that already exist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puddle jumping'/><title type='text'>Jump, Skip, and Hop... don't do it without help!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so if you've ever been to the gym with me (*ahem* Jules) and gone to a class where jumping rope is required... you'll know I'm not that coordinated at it. I like to blame it on the length of the rope usually... but it's kind of just that I'm spazzy. I can hop until my face turns blue but trying to coordinate that with my arms some how doesn't go so well. It's really not a huge deal. I just hop in place for that portion.  But a solution exists! It's somewhat like the skipit from way back in the day (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SduYaLB9QAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/S2Eqp1rDfxg/s320/skipit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322014960073392130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Here is the new fancy infomercialed... &lt;a href="http://jumpsnap.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;JumpSnap (this one is in the pink package!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SduY5FzSGvI/AAAAAAAAALA/0qrrfFeOXa4/s320/details_pink.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322015491245611762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soooo basically you get these pink, padded, 'special'  wii remotes/hair brushes/sticks that you hold while you fake jump rope. And you can get training DVD's with them... um... to show you how to jump successfully with things in your hands. I'm guessing they count your jumps/rotations? I didnt' get more than 10 seconds into the silly infomercial on their website before laughing at that poor girl on the treadmill looking miserable. It does tell you that jump roping is why boxers are so fit. Which isn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;accurate (i'm pretty sure the actual act of boxing does have some input there), but we'll go with it. I also like that they promote how fun these are. As if you can't just jump outside in a puddle and have more fun than holding these and watching a skinny twit in a sports bra instruct you through your tv. Whatever makes people happy - but this does NOT seem worth the 40-100 dollars to just use your legs. It's like buying a stair master when you can just move to the 4th floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4121951015334780044?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4121951015334780044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/jump-skip-and-hop-dont-do-it-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4121951015334780044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4121951015334780044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/04/jump-skip-and-hop-dont-do-it-without.html' title='Jump, Skip, and Hop... don&apos;t do it without help!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SduYaLB9QAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/S2Eqp1rDfxg/s72-c/skipit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7955303121045195561</id><published>2009-03-31T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:16:39.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wannabe animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marsupial tendencies.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furry'/><title type='text'>Marsupial Momma (or Pouch Papa)</title><content type='html'>This... this is just an interesting product. It's hitting all the blogs now, so you may have just seen it. But I'm going to cover it anyway because, well, it's a horrible take on a great idea. May I introduce to you... the &lt;a href="http://www.mom4life.com/catalog.php?item=1290"&gt;Peekaru&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SdJwr5C_PtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PZ9HwiyPMdY/s320/kangaroo.jpg" /&gt; or... &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SdJzOP8S2xI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wKutEhvR820/s320/peekaruVest_grey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in Malawi, women carry their kids (although on their back, not front) in large fabric wraps called chitejes. In fact, this is pretty common all over Africa and traditionally  a very normal way to carry kids in nearly all cultures. I get that. Your arms get tired. I've even seen the front packs for little ones. Hilarious but awesome. My deal here is... why must this a) be fuzzy fleeze. b) be a vest c) be as long as the child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be extremely hot. And that baby on the left looks terrifying. It's like you've never birthed the kid. It's just peaking out a little window in your belly that now holds a 3 year old. I just don't get why we need all these strange contraptions. For thousands of years we've made a sling out of cloth and been on our merry way. Now we want to be marsupials or something. We're not marsupials. If God wanted us to have a pouch, we would have one (and weird fat flaps when you're obese is NOT what I'm talking about). We dont' need to turn ourselves into furry pouched creatures to love and care for our kids. Stay strong moms - stay human and carry your kids a similar manner. I believe in you... fight those strong marsupial desires and tendencies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7955303121045195561?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7955303121045195561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/marsupial-momma-or-pouch-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7955303121045195561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7955303121045195561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/marsupial-momma-or-pouch-papa.html' title='Marsupial Momma (or Pouch Papa)'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SdJwr5C_PtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PZ9HwiyPMdY/s72-c/kangaroo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4702558965678892662</id><published>2009-03-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:01:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Japan... you are great</title><content type='html'>Wow I've gotten lazy. I swear, soon I will return to my sarcasm and mockery of products. But for now, I'll share this.   &lt;a href="http://www.oddee.com/item_96451.aspx"&gt;Top Ten Crazy Japanese Products&lt;/a&gt; (as if anyone could REALLY pick 10... but they're ones I haven't seen, so they're worth a look). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm frolicking in the midwest for the next 2 weekends, and working in between, but hopefully I'll get some posted next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4702558965678892662?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4702558965678892662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-japan-you-are-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4702558965678892662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4702558965678892662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-japan-you-are-great.html' title='Oh Japan... you are great'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-1508001625857326204</id><published>2009-03-24T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:45:02.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Making math fun!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been very good at posting as I've been all scattered... and today is no different. But I will share a sample from a website I particularly like called &lt;a href="http://www.morenewmath.com/"&gt;New Math.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Sckp53-uOgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zUBjV-PUjVw/s320/154.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hehehe... check out the site. There are a ton of good ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-1508001625857326204?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1508001625857326204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-been-very-good-at-posting-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1508001625857326204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1508001625857326204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-been-very-good-at-posting-as.html' title='Making math fun!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Sckp53-uOgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zUBjV-PUjVw/s72-c/154.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-6874774172195712448</id><published>2009-03-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:59:16.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang you out to dry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godfatheresque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative uses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headline reads neck adjustment ends in accidental suicide'/><title type='text'>More relaxation from SkyMall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, first, here's Fox News' &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,509673,00.htmlhttp://"&gt;list of top dumb inventions.&lt;/a&gt; I generally don't trust Fox News for much information, but this seems like something they might be alright at ranking. There are a few good ones (I like the battery powered battery charger myself). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none of these are as good as SkyMall relaxation tools. We had the mind spa. Now, onto the...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sportstherapyconnection.com/neckpro-cervical-traction-device-neck-pro-traction-device.htmlhttp://"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NeckPro Traction Device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/ScE-EaHpXEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kBRR5sDGZzM/s1600-h/neckpro-overdoor-cervical-traction-device.4395.1.300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/ScE-EaHpXEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kBRR5sDGZzM/s320/neckpro-overdoor-cervical-traction-device.4395.1.300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314597280725687362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't need to say much about this, do I? Basically, you hook up this jock strap around your chin and neck. Then you hoist the attached cord over a pulley connected to a door. Then you pull. OH! Be sure to grab a chair (not included). Otherwise, you'll probably get a really great neck adjustment and also hang yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty morbid, but I'm thinking they should sell this in black, with some studs no it. Really draw in that emo market/goth rock market in.. um...neck adjustments....or something. Was that insensitive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've been brainstorming about what else this could do if you weren't feeling remarkably suicidal but had bought this product because, well, you were before. Maybe it would be a decent neck/ear warmer for skiing. Or.. um... a dog walking harness for your shitzu. Or... you could fashion it into some kind of brace if you twisted your ankle hiking. That's it really. I can tell you, that is NOT on my wish list for my birthday. Although, if you got it for me, it sure would send a clear, Godfatheresque message that we were no longer friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-6874774172195712448?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6874774172195712448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-relaxation-from-skymall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6874774172195712448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6874774172195712448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-relaxation-from-skymall.html' title='More relaxation from SkyMall'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/ScE-EaHpXEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/kBRR5sDGZzM/s72-c/neckpro-overdoor-cervical-traction-device.4395.1.300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4275005334005510220</id><published>2009-03-13T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:21:47.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jet engine volume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LSD laser show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droning frequencies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tripping out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orb lights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skymall glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>Relax, it's the weekend... for only $349.95</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now some people have a nice drink to relax. Maybe watch a movie and cuddle on the couch.  Even with a major trip behind you, and lots of jet lag, many would just sleep at the correct time, eat right, and exercise to readjust. But really - is this good enough for you? Aren't you better than that? I know I sure am. Which is why I'm expecting you all to buy me one of these for my birthday (which is July 25th for all you who don't have it on your calendar yet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102838067&amp;amp;c=http://"&gt;The Mind Spa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.skymall.com/images/products/HAM/102838067d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.skymall.com/images/products/HAM/102838067d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another genius idea from SkyMall... this is the end all be all in personal relaxation. But honestly, it's pretty ambiguous about what the heck it does. But here are a few features:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"includes a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pair of glasses that have 12 white LEDs embedded into the inside face, surrounding your orbital lobes with an array of gentle, pleasing light"&lt;/span&gt; ... so the most relaxing thing we can think to make ourselves view is our own UFO sighting? I don't think bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;pulsing patterns will help me relieve stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lights and the soundscapes are set to match four frequencies--beta, alpha, theta, and delta--which oscillate between 1-30 Hz to help improve concentration" &lt;/span&gt;K... so now we have these programmed light/audio sets that last up to 25 minutes in different frequencies? So I see pulsating orb-y lights around my temples and hear droning pitches for half an hour ... at decibels loud enough to drown out jet engines? And again... I'm relaxed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure this thing would just make me trip out. Now, I've never done any hallucinogenic drugs, but I'm pretty sure I could get some for less than $350. And really, this is just your own personal LSD riddled laser show I'm pretty sure. Man, you SkyMall hippies. You would think of this. You would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4275005334005510220?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4275005334005510220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/relax-its-weekend-for-only-34995.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4275005334005510220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4275005334005510220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/relax-its-weekend-for-only-34995.html' title='Relax, it&apos;s the weekend... for only $349.95'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-6272258226185442017</id><published>2009-03-12T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:26:54.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acupuncture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocked qi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shock therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battery zap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isn&apos;t drinking the way to self-medicate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='needleless needle sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-diagnosis'/><title type='text'>Whole new meaning to 'Grandma does needlepoint'</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back. In fact, I've been back for a couple days. But they've been VERY eventful, so I didn't blog. I've been busy getting into graduate school and getting scholarship and the like. So that's cool. Of course, the same day I got a merit based scholarship, I lost one of my gym sneakers in my apartment and have yet to find it (after more than an hour of digging through my room...) so my real intelligence is still up for debate. But nevermind that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, I've been doing a little flying. And when you fly, you get bored of sitting. Inevitably you look in the seat pocket in front of you, ignore the barf bag and the safety card (which one serves to freak you out that you're a few miles in the air), and pick up SkyMall. SkyMall is fabulous and full of silly things. The next few posts will be dedicated to the glory of Sky Mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102104461&amp;amp;c=10645&amp;amp;v=&amp;amp;ddi=/products/fd/15/06/102104461gx1.jpghttp://"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Aculife Therapist Deluxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be your own acupuncturist. Diagnose and heal yourself and your family"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SblZXSYm0jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/S0sZdbo8fL0/s320/aculife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One might guess that in a SkyMall magazine, I could scan right past this. It looks generic and harmless. It could be an mp3 player, an insulin tester, a travel alarm clock... no big deal. But the tag line. Does this seem like a good plan? Not only are you being a therapist of something you have no training in, you are being TOLD to diagnose yourself. I mean, alternative medicine is one thing, but skipping out on all trained doctors all together? Doesn't seem smart. Or safe. And why am I being told this while I'm on a plane? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, this doesn't involve needles. Which I'm pretty sure is the point of acu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puncture&lt;/span&gt;. Mostly I get this from the puncture part of the word. This is more acupressure. Or acu-shock. Since that's what this gadget does. It helps you relieve blocked 'qi' but finding your 'qi spots' (with hand map sent with kit) and zap them with a charge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SblhjiAZg3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fJ7zsdWV5N4/s320/handqi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya know, I could just blow up this hand picture in the magazine, get my hand damp and stick a 12 volt to it right? Clear up my 'Qi' real fast. Done and done. Equally as dumb and probably equally as healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-6272258226185442017?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6272258226185442017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/whole-new-meaning-to-grandma-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6272258226185442017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6272258226185442017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/whole-new-meaning-to-grandma-does.html' title='Whole new meaning to &apos;Grandma does needlepoint&apos;'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SblZXSYm0jI/AAAAAAAAAKI/S0sZdbo8fL0/s72-c/aculife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3733899628860990526</id><published>2009-03-04T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:12:37.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPF 50'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parking lot surfing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sandy toes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sun kissed face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach tent'/><title type='text'>Beach Shelter</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to Florida tonight and I cannot wait to play in the sun at the beach. If I'm not playing paddle ball or swimming around, I'm probably napping in the sun or making innappropriate jokes with the girls. All good things. You know why these are fun to do at the beach? Because it's sunny and warm, and there's water to play in. You know what destroy's the entire point of being at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shadeusa.com/beach_cabanas.htm#GO-ZEBO"&gt;Tent bigger than my bedroom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309411042241133666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Sa7RNmNRvGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nE3OSHedzdc/s320/gozebo_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPF 50 roof. 11' by 11' large. You don't touch the sand. You don't feel the sun. You close the screens and you can't even really feel the wind. Sooo... basically we could just pick you up, put you in a parking lot (bonus: less screaming children and lifeguards whistling in the parking lot), and you'd be happy. And we pay 1000's of dollars for beach front resorts etc. just so we can be 'inside'? Why not just stay inside, crank up the heat and pretend you're enjoying some summer fun? Of course, this tent won't even fit in my apartment it's so big... so perhaps I'll just bring it out to my parking lot out back. Maybe I can get the tent towed for 'parking' in someone elses spot even. That'd be an awesome adventure.... possible asphalt burn though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I will not be using a full beach tent this weekend. I'll be actually feeling the sun and wind and sand.... man, I've become pretty badass in my love of nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3733899628860990526?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3733899628860990526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-shelter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3733899628860990526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3733899628860990526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/beach-shelter.html' title='Beach Shelter'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/Sa7RNmNRvGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/nE3OSHedzdc/s72-c/gozebo_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7143387970166396939</id><published>2009-03-02T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:36:46.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cashforgold.com meltdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='investment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liatard: saving our nation from dumb celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3Gem network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budgeting'/><title type='text'>Bling Bling</title><content type='html'>So I've been looking around for phones lately. I don't need it... my phone is fine. But as I'm prepping to go to business school, I feel I can't go get an MBA without a fancy blackberry or iPhone. I know it sounds dumb... but I've been looking anyway. My issue... budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came across THIS one, and I knew I'd found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.taragana.com/index.php/archive/most-expensive-iphone/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apple iPhone 3G Kings Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SayiTFV9vUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KSadhT14ZCQ/s1600-h/12349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SayiTFV9vUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KSadhT14ZCQ/s320/12349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796509498490178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Austrian jeweler has doctored up this little ditty for us. Yellow and White Gold. 160 diamonds. Over 6 and a half carats. Clearly my 'budget' issue is all wrong! I can't find a good phone that's affordable enough... I need THIS one that's completely ridiculous! I mean, if I'm going to take out student loans to pay for a new computer and a new phone... why not up it to get a 2.5 million dollar one? And really, it's an investment. In 2 years, a 2009 3G iPhone won't be worth much. But 6.6 carats in diamonds? Ya... maybe still valuable. And the yellow and white gold? According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cashforgold&lt;/span&gt;.com I can get more than I expect for my gold! And the prices are rising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sold. I'll skip the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crock pot&lt;/span&gt;. I'll skip the moss bathmat. I'll even skip that convenient pee funnel that would bring gender equality to the universe. I'm gonna stick with the diamond encrusted phone. As long as I can set the ring tone to go "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And hey - maybe I can lure Paris Hilton or Lindsey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lohan&lt;/span&gt;, or Taylor Swift to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shininess&lt;/span&gt; and slyly make them fall into a hole and not resurface anytime soon. It'd be for the benefit of the universe really. Think of all the dumb celebrities I could save our nation from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7143387970166396939?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7143387970166396939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/bling-bling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7143387970166396939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7143387970166396939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/03/bling-bling.html' title='Bling Bling'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SayiTFV9vUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KSadhT14ZCQ/s72-c/12349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-8427272802318541445</id><published>2009-02-27T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:05:26.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat dudes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truffle Shuffle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jersey has waxed pecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spanx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euro chic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confinement for beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muffin tops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer gut'/><title type='text'>Man Oh Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First, I'm bad at this daily thing. I should've named this blog "Ridiculous Product of Most Days"... alas, I did not. Nothing I can do now. However, if I'm feeling a little down and need a good pick me up, I CAN put on some control top panty hose and strut my hot stuff. It always makes a girl feel better to look awesome (even if it means being a bit confined). Lucky for you gentlemen, or dudes if you're more of that persuation, this option is coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a flubby tummy? Maybe even a muffin top? *gasp* No longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://international.equmen.com/index.htm"&gt;Core Precision Undershirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307519074998668338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SagYem_nzDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HQN7zSCYzHU/s320/styles-benefit-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya, this tummy-tucking man girdle shirt makes you SO sexy that girls will not be able to keep themselves away from you. Of course, it's entire job is to conceal that gut you've acquired from downing a 30 rack of Budlights every weekend (I know, it's light... it's not weightless and we both know it). So I'm not really sure that this photo really shows you a good representation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know who SHOULD be modeling this product? NFL defensive linemen. That dude from King of Queens. The kid who did the Truffle Shuffle in The Goonies. Peter Griffin. Or these dudes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8sCoeYDrPY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xfebd01" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Putting this shirt on a lean, muscly guy is just about as scientifically significant as putting Spanx on Giselle. I can be honest, I have a bit more tummy to keep in than she does. That's fine. Put a normal, softer woman on the ad to convince me that this product will make my tummy flat as a board. Same goes here. Don't show me a 6-packed dude to prove it can make my guy svelt. Put it on a round belly and see if it does the job (or at least makes an improvement). That's a real test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although honestly guys, would you realy wear this? I've found men don't like to be confined. I doubt that most guys even care about having a slight gut. Hot girls date pudgy guys ALL the time. Only pretty dudes from Long Island and Jersey would even consider these... and this would interfere with showing off their waxed and tanned pecks (gag me). I don't see this flying. Of course, it's a British product... so maybe those Euro dudes will sign on, but I'm betting it doesn't take off in the US. We love our fat dudes fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-8427272802318541445?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8427272802318541445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8427272802318541445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8427272802318541445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-oh-man.html' title='Man Oh Man'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SagYem_nzDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HQN7zSCYzHU/s72-c/styles-benefit-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-2971584349141114919</id><published>2009-02-25T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:10:10.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini keg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open a window'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese lemon fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poisonous cleaning products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kill grandpa'/><title type='text'>Airing out, without fresh air</title><content type='html'>Wooo life's been busy. My consistency here has been lacking. And just as a heads up, I won't be posting next Wednesday-Friday because I'll be basking in the warmth of FL sunshine (sorry... no time for blogging on vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course for those of you stuck in cold weather areas, you may be dying of stale smelly house stuff (apparently this happens...?) and you won't want to open your windows and let even a smidgen of cold (yet fresh) air in... right? Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-solutions.hsn.com/thermax-mini-max-air-freshener-and-fragrance-2-pack_p-5382563_xp.aspx?ocm=hpr"&gt;Mini-Max Air Freshener &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306831101944517650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SaWmxTpl1BI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y6FPH7kxU1g/s320/minimaxair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No, these are not mini kegs, or salt and pepper shakers. Nope. These are alternate "plug-in" air fresheners (can't you tell?) At only 4 1/2 inches tall, these little buggers are water-based air filters. You fill them up and they pump your air through them. So you get the alluring sound of bubbling water (who doesn't love that going in every room of your house), as well as the chance to look at the dirty water once it's been filtering for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm actually just petrified of the 'scents' that come with this. Any lemon-fresh scents made in China will not be circulating around my house. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; actually smell good, or fresh. I'm also kind of puzzled how circulating smelly air through crystal light scented water will serve to freshen my house with out making me unbearably nauseous. Whatever happened to opening a box of baking soda, or hell, just sucking it up and opening the window for five minutes. And I can't even begin to speak of the health hazards these could cause if senile grandpa thinks they're the salt and pepper (which they do look JUST like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this product has convinced me that if we ever see a bio-terror attack, the terrorists may utilize our bizarre love of 'freshness' to distribute the poison. Poison Febreze, poison Lysol, poison scented Tilex spray... watch out you lovers of 'fresh' scents. Stick with the open windows yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-2971584349141114919?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2971584349141114919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/airing-out-without-fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2971584349141114919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2971584349141114919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/airing-out-without-fresh-air.html' title='Airing out, without fresh air'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SaWmxTpl1BI/AAAAAAAAAJI/y6FPH7kxU1g/s72-c/minimaxair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4667285790851835656</id><published>2009-02-23T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:58:20.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multifunctional jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a ringing that won&apos;t wake you up in the morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softer side of bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forehead imprints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all day would be pillow talk'/><title type='text'>Monday Afternoon Delight... not like that, sickos</title><content type='html'>Well, perhaps you're as tired this afternoon as I am after an eventful, but not restful, weekend. If so... I have something to add to your purchase wish list. And thanks Adam for the product suggestion... I know you'd like one of these too some days. I want like 4... one for each finger, like brass knuckles, but squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pilopilo.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pilo Pilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SaMjamI_n9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/s_mznDxbhHE/s1600-h/pilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SaMjamI_n9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/s_mznDxbhHE/s320/pilo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306123725794418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you're in class, or at your desk and it's about 1:30 and you get the post-lunch snooze button blues. Well, you might think about hiding in the bathroom (yes, I've been known to take a 2 minute shuteye break in the restroom... don't judge), or you could just lay under your desk... but it's a little obvious. But what if you could just lay down on your arm and have a plush little pillow to catch you? It would certainly make day dreaming quite comfortable (and cute... since you can get these pillow rings in any color under the sun). This softer side of bling is pretty cute actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, logistically, this is perhaps a little much. I don't have $30 so that I can relax at my desk better. Obviously one can't fully sleep like this (even without considering that other people might not like that you're trying to sleep at work). I'm much better off putting my head down on the keyboard and just letting the imprints of the E through I keys linger on my forehead for the next hour or so. At least that way I can hide all the way behind the computer while I sleep. But it's a cute idea and the rings are actually pretty adorable. So it's not quite as outlandish as some other things we've seen out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4667285790851835656?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4667285790851835656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-afternoon-delight-not-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4667285790851835656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4667285790851835656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-afternoon-delight-not-like-that.html' title='Monday Afternoon Delight... not like that, sickos'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SaMjamI_n9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/s_mznDxbhHE/s72-c/pilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-1153806230716503410</id><published>2009-02-20T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:01:32.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peelin' Out</title><content type='html'>So first, I apologize for the lack of posting yesterday. Work got hectic near the end of the day and I plain just forgot about posting. Oops! But luckily, today's product is weird enough for two days of weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get right to it, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://checkout.primetimesolutions.net/handypeel.com/web/"&gt;Handy Peel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4xw8dJkicI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0xfebd01" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First, this is one of those AMAZING info-mercials which makes you realize just how hard you work as an upper middle class suburban adult. Man, peeling foods IS hard. I get blisters and cuts and open wounds all the time from the knife when peeling all those hundreds of pounds of potatoes for each meal for my 2 person family. And who even owns a peeler? So expensive! So hard to find in the kitchen! So untrustworthy! (probably invented by terrorists.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clearly you see the need for the Handy Peel. I have gloves to use when cleaning the bathtub, and gloves to use when I'm skiing, and gloves to protect my hands from hot pans in the oven, and gloves for doing the dishes (similar, but NOT to be mixed up with the bathroom gloves)... why not gloves for food preparation too? We love gloves here in America. And we love potatoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what could go wrong about having a pair of gloves covered in small grating devices that can take the skin off of root vegetables? No one could get hurt there. Also, who doesn't want hands that look like Hell-Boy? I mean, if the kids are annoying you while you cook... a small "love pat" with one of these will quiet them I'm sure. Or leave years of very small scars... maybe both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I'll pass on these too. I can use a peeler just fine (even if it is a terrorist weapon), and this set really just seems dangerous. Imagine confusing this pair with your hot mits... you'd scratch AND burn stuff. Also, the peeling of the carrots comes across (as some on youtube have noted) as a bit too sexual in nature for a TV ad. But it sure is funny. This is why America is great. And why I will never run out of junk to rave about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304955889689956514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZ79RloWEKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xgMIMMGD2xw/s320/handy+peel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-1153806230716503410?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1153806230716503410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/peelin-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1153806230716503410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1153806230716503410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/peelin-out.html' title='Peelin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZ79RloWEKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xgMIMMGD2xw/s72-c/handy+peel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7199864402740632263</id><published>2009-02-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:54:19.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan of Arc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not really breast cancer awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal hygiene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urine funnel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeing on pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacajawea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop a squat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures in bathroom usage'/><title type='text'>When Feminism Just Goes Too Far</title><content type='html'>So some people have proposed products I should write about that are... how do I put this... extremely personal in nature. And perhaps in the future I will address these (I better, right Christine?)... but for now, perhaps this will ween us into the idea of talking about these very personal habits and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be confused with Go-gurt (which is also funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-girl.com/"&gt;Go Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304228317681460786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZxnjUr4pjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xyNUjpaG4oY/s320/GoGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To clarify, yes, this a funnel so that girls can pee standing up. Yup. That's it. A disposable funnel. You pee in to the cup, while standing, and now you're as free as a man. Right? Right. (please take a moment here to be glad I spared you any instructional videos, both for marketing and usage.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think perhaps that even more than the absurdity of this product, I love the website. Just from the homepage is a favorite... when addressing the question of, well, who the heck would use this item? This is who: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you camp, you’ll love GoGirl. If you ski, you’ll love GoGirl. If you boat, you’ll love GoGirl. If you travel, you’ll love GoGirl. If you just want to avoid the germs you find in nasty public toilets, you’ll love GoGirl."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooo, well then I'll love GoGirl! My thing is, if you love to ski and can't manage to find a bathroom (man or woman)... you have issues. And if you boat... jump in the water and pee til your heart (or bladder) is content. And if you camp, well, then you learned how to squat a long time ago, like billions of women over the last few thousand years have. Do you think Sacajawea or Joan of Arc needed a GoGirl to do their business out in the wilderness? Probably not. I'll side with them over a pink funnel I think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My other question is the marketing of this product. Tag line... &lt;em&gt;"Because life's greatest adventure shouldn't be finding a bathroom."&lt;/em&gt; Well of course not. In fact, if you need one of these, you're probably already on a much more fascinating and enjoyable adventure. Also, it's actually quite more adventurous to just try to 'go' outside without a gadget. In addition - pink. Why pink? Why not just plain old white. Or yellow? Or green - is it 'green' friendly? I dunno, probably not due to it's disposable nature. It makes me think of breast cancer awareness ... and I don't want to pee on a cancer fundraising item. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, this is an interesting idea. I suppose it does make some things easier. Certainly less gross in certain port-a-potty situations. But if you haven't learned to hover and squat by the time you're a grown woman, well, you need to slap your mom. These skills are part of the very few things EVERY mother much teach their daughter. I guess I'd probably skip this one, but if you're a germaphobe this may be the way to go. Just don't let anyone open the port-a-potty door on you. It would be totally weird to see a 'lady' standing up to go and not assume...well... you know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7199864402740632263?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7199864402740632263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-feminism-just-goes-too-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7199864402740632263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7199864402740632263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-feminism-just-goes-too-far.html' title='When Feminism Just Goes Too Far'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZxnjUr4pjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xyNUjpaG4oY/s72-c/GoGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3557923092494899189</id><published>2009-02-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:08:57.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet goggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind debris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t let your pet party with Michael Phelps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain drain a la vet eye doctors'/><title type='text'>You'll Poke Your (pet's) Eye Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First, hope you all had a fabulous President's Day. If you didn't have the day off.... well... sorry. Sucks to be you. I sat on the couch watching the History Channel (about the presidents, obviously) most of the day and it was wonderful. But alas, we're back to the grind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I've talked about stupid pet products before. And I usually don't like to harp on the same thing too often, but I actually saw someone who used this product the other day and it astonished me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a background, let me say, it has been QUITE windy in Boston lately. And with all the salt/sand stuff they toss down when it snows, the roads are just covered in grit now that most of the snow/ice stuff has melted. Dirt and sand everywhere + wind = ouch! It really does whip up, and it really does hurt your face when it hits you. And you really should close your eyes. Luckily... your body automatically does this on its own. This is a basic mammalian instinct. So why dogs need help with this, I'm not sure. But one little Bostonian pooch did, and it was stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doggles.com/eyewear.html"&gt;Doggles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303881237025933714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 285px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZsr4kfKSZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/loVXP4EWZAM/s320/Doggles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I chose this picture instead of the more regal lab picture they have on the website because THIS is more similar to the type of dog I saw on the streets of Brighton. It also had a rain coat like get up on.. but we'll ignore even that for the purpose of mocking these doggie goggles. Now, I don't wear glasses. And I rarely even wear goggles when swimming (I'm still getting used to them)... and I seem to keep my eyes in tact just fine. I haven't poked them out, nor have I gotten any debris lodged in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But according to the site, you NEED doggles for a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;Unlike ordinary sunglasses for dogs, Doggles actually protect dog’s eyes from&lt;br /&gt;foreign objects, wind, and UV light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - wind? really? you need to be protected from air? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;"Dogs have a much wider nose bridge than humans, along with protruding eyes.  You&lt;br /&gt;need a goggle designed specifically to fit a dog's unique face structure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - oh, so this is for all of you dog owners who have previously been SO consumed with protecting your puppies eyes from wind and sun that you've tried to latch a pair of swimming goggles on him... only to probably injure and annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;"Vets and Vet Ophthalmologists all around the world&lt;br /&gt;recommend our product."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;  - Ok, so there are Vet Ophthalmologists? Some of the brightest minds of our generation going to school for years upon years to look at your golden retriever's eyes? Really? We haven't cured cancer or AIDS or even world hunger and we have a whole career path based on the eye sight of pets? I dunno if I'm disgusted or amazed.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Berlin Sans FB Demi;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px;font-size:20;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3557923092494899189?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3557923092494899189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/youll-poke-your-pets-eye-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3557923092494899189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3557923092494899189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/youll-poke-your-pets-eye-out.html' title='You&apos;ll Poke Your (pet&apos;s) Eye Out!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZsr4kfKSZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/loVXP4EWZAM/s72-c/Doggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-8890274975545184598</id><published>2009-02-13T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:14:10.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother of pearl spoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chili Cheese Crepe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat your jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caviar ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t eat local'/><title type='text'>Sweeter than Sugar... should be for a grand</title><content type='html'>So for you 30 Rock watchers, this will make much more sense (if you don't watch, you should. Not home on thursdays? Watch it on Hulu.com whenever you like) Well as I was watching I wondered... could I really buy (and eat!) a dessert worth $1000? The answer... yes. Yes I can. In fact, about once a month someone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.serendipity3.com/main.htm"&gt;Seredipity 3&lt;/a&gt; in NYC sells the sundae that is pretty directly alluded to in the most recent 30 Rock. And it's almost as silly as Jack says it is (although no, they haven't managed to have edible 25 carat gold.... only 23).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Opulence Sundae&lt;/span&gt; (the $1000 guilt trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chocolatebytes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 496px;" src="http://www.chocolatebytes.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/sundae.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the rest of the menu is pretty modest. $9 appetizers, $20-35 entrees... not so bad. But once a month or so, someone calls 2 days in advance (yes, this is required) to require this dessert that costs more than my car is worth. The sundae is covered in 23-carat edible gold leaf  (ya... for real. Can't get some jewelry from your husband for v-day... drown your sorrows by EATING it). And if you're not doing the whole "eat local" thing, that's good because it also has vanilla and chocolate from Tahiti, Madagascar and Venezuela (ooo international).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't think you're eating this out of grandma's icecream dish with a spoon licked by other patrons. No no. First it features a mother of pearl spoon of caviar. But you dont eat with this (God forbid... who eats caviar with icecream anyways? Ew). You eat your international ice cream out of a Baccarat crystal goblet (that you get to keep... in case you wanna plop some $4 Ben and Jerry's in it tomorrow) with an 18 carat gold spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm all about a little indulgence in the dessert realm. I may actually eat some cheesecake for dinner tonight (man that sounds good on my sore throat... maybe not for my diet though... hmmm). But $1000? Eating gold? Would that even be tasty? What wine do you order with gold? And I can't imagine getting it after an $11 BLT on Challah bread or a $14 "Chili-Cheese" Crepe. I don't think the metal would settle well. It certainly would give me wallet indigestion. I'll let you know how it is though when I marry rich, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy commercial love day everyone - have a good weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-8890274975545184598?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8890274975545184598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweeter-than-sugar-should-be-for-grand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8890274975545184598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8890274975545184598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweeter-than-sugar-should-be-for-grand.html' title='Sweeter than Sugar... should be for a grand'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-2435135996198188997</id><published>2009-02-12T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:38:18.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepperoni love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines for fat kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart burn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='societal norms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch your tears in a pepperoni'/><title type='text'>Hunka hunka burnin' love... meatlovers style</title><content type='html'>It's been under great discussion lately what it is about Valentine's Day that convinces so many people to play into it. Is it just the hype? Does it play upon our insecurities that we aren't loved as much as the next person? Do flowers and teddy bears and wearing heels and dresses out to an expensive dinner prove anything about the quality of our relationship? There's a lot of serious societal questions here. But one this is for sure... no matter why it happens, there are A LOT of Valentine's Day themed items out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart shaped paper clips, and candles, and notepads. Heart shaped wallets, and pillows, and of course candies. You can even go out to a nice dinner and order a heart shaped cake to stick your pretty little heart shaped diamond ring in if you're gonna pop the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the pervasive shaping of our culture on Feb. 14th does not stop there. Wanna stay in with your honey on V-day? Or single and want to mope on the couch while watching When Harry Met Sally and crying quietly into your crappy delivery dinner? You can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papajohns.com/index.shtm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heart Shaped Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301991727495415938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZR1Yo9siII/AAAAAAAAAIY/5dF6T06CeQ0/s320/feat_1a_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you can't read it... that's TWO heart shaped pizzas for $20 OR you can get dessert with a heart shaped piza for $15. Not a bad deal. I think I'm gonna buy one just so I can say I dissected a heart this weekend! Also, if you burn your tongue, you can just say you got heart-burn. Man, so punny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you're too sad over your break up to cook... careful about ordering this lovey-dovey option. It's thin crust so it may not be able to hold up to your flood of tears. But it would be really fun to offer it to a friend by singing a little janis... 'take another little piece of my heart.' Too bad that "Pizza will not be cut to preserve novelty of Heart Shape."... man that's gonna be hard to eat in one big piece. Hahaha. Dumb, and I totally want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-2435135996198188997?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2435135996198188997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunka-hunka-burnin-love-meatlovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2435135996198188997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2435135996198188997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunka-hunka-burnin-love-meatlovers.html' title='Hunka hunka burnin&apos; love... meatlovers style'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SZR1Yo9siII/AAAAAAAAAIY/5dF6T06CeQ0/s72-c/feat_1a_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-1277841768375986171</id><published>2009-02-12T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:27:28.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus for the day...</title><content type='html'>So I think I'll be posting about a product later... but I wanted to offer you loyal readers a little bonus site to peruse of ridiculous foods. I'd suggest going through the entire site. There's only about 6 or 7 pages... but they are chock full of amazingly absurd foods and food combos... &lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! Enjoy! (Not to be consumed with Baconaise or Happy Meal Pizza... well.... maybe just ONE slice of Happy Meal Pizza...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-1277841768375986171?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1277841768375986171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonus-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1277841768375986171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1277841768375986171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/bonus-for-day.html' title='Bonus for the day...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3709776720881959821</id><published>2009-02-11T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:46:16.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd conference swag bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coy fanning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensitive information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian fan girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapstix sounds dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapvertise it up gurls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay pride parade flirtation'/><title type='text'>Stop looking at my laptop!</title><content type='html'>So these days I'm getting a lot of  'private' emails  from graduate schools involving all kinds of 'sensitive' information from my social security number to my GPA to just about every thing I've ever done in my life (those applications are thorough!). So I can understand why one wouldn't want the guy in the next plush chair at Starbucks reading everything on your screen. And we can't all have those extra screens like at the clinic (have you seen these?) where everything looks blurry unless you're perfectly square to the screen. They seem a bit bulky. But this... man oh man... NOT a real invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lapstix.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lapstix.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lapstix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.radiocool.lt/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/lapstix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.radiocool.lt/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/lapstix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you remember those paper fans that little girls played with when you were 7? The ones that were usually covered in Japanese ladies and cherry blossoms and broke when you moved them? Ya... so imagine you designed a couple of these with whatever design you wanted (ooooooo...) and then had a company print 2 of them up for you so you could parade around with that pretty design hooked to your laptop! OR... imagine buying a bunch with your company logo on them and giving them out in some weird nerd conference swag bag (as if you'd know what size to buy everyone for their laptop... eh, probably just the 15" macbook pro is a good bet) and then when they use them, your (and I quote from the website) "logo will be the size of a   grapefruit" and you'll be 'lapvertising' (btw... careful, the verb 'lapvertise' is a registered trademark of the Lapstix company, not something that may or may not happen at really low budget strip clubs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. It's what I've always wanted to carry around in my laptop case and be infinitly careful not to crush. Although on a day I want to look both rainbow colored and coy... in case I'm flirting with a hot individual at a gay pride parade (which I don't think would work out so well for me)... these would definitely come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3709776720881959821?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3709776720881959821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-looking-at-my-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3709776720881959821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3709776720881959821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-looking-at-my-laptop.html' title='Stop looking at my laptop!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4086644231124433814</id><published>2009-02-10T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:11:36.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumb workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackberry addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my BFF Jill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I declare a thumb war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpal tunnel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thumb sling'/><title type='text'>Text-eriffic Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First, thanks for bearing with me during these last few days I've had to take off from making fun of the world. Apparently being sarcastic and cynical all the time doesn't prepare you for viruses of death. But alas, I'm coming around finally. And thanks to some of y'all (ya, that's right, I said it), I have some great product suggestions stored up. (today is thanks to Will... I can't believe you actually got these as a gift). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.awethumb.com/Default.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Less than) Awe-thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9VWjRHYNO4w&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... so this product is to help you text. In case you're getting horrible pains from those 15,000 messages to your BFF Jill (or Rose... whichever), this will solve your problem. Instead of just putting down the freaking thing, you should slide on these rubber thumb slings and tap away. I think it's kind of like an ace bandage brace for your thumb. It's just to hold everything in place so you don't strain yourself. Which is great, because goodness knows there's a lot of straining and reaching to get to that 'Q' key on your blackberry. *Phew* what a work out! No need to go to the gym now, you've burned at least negative 2 calories texting for the last thirty minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited that now we can 'unleash the power' of our technological devices. This doesn't sound terrifying at all. Just saying, if you use these 'awe-thumbs' and your blackberry attacks you in your sleep, it's probably your fault for unleashing it. Very dangerous. Personally, I think Ill keep my devices well leashed, and perhaps, if I'm getting carpal tunnel from texting, i'll just turn off the phone and go talk to people in person. I know - I'm a radical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really - if you need a brace for your texting, how are you EVER going to win a good old fashioned thumb war? Lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4086644231124433814?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4086644231124433814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-eriffic-tools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4086644231124433814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4086644231124433814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/text-eriffic-tools.html' title='Text-eriffic Tools'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3778721907058859525</id><published>2009-02-09T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:56:18.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still under the weather... whatever that means.</title><content type='html'>Well, I was awake for a total of 16 hours this entire weekend and I'm still not well. That sucks. With such, I'm doing a half day at work, but will actually have to do a lot of work while I'm there. So, alas, another day without posted sarcasm :( However, I am opening this up. If you're just itching to mock some dumb item being hocked to the American (or really any) public, and you want to guest write. be my guest. Email me your write up at liabia@gmail.com and when I need a day off, you'll get a guest spot. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the delay. Hopefully I'll be back on my game tomorrow. Til then the only product I'm frequenting is Dayquil... ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3778721907058859525?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3778721907058859525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-under-weather-whatever-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3778721907058859525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3778721907058859525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-under-weather-whatever-that-means.html' title='Still under the weather... whatever that means.'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-8011230770177587571</id><published>2009-02-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:32:05.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phlem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coughing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanna be asleep'/><title type='text'>Executive Veto Power</title><content type='html'>As I am the president of this blog, I am vetoing today. I'm sick, kinda bummed out in life, and at work. Therefore, today doesn't exist according to this blog. Aka, I'm not posting. Stupid germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-8011230770177587571?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8011230770177587571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/executive-veto-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8011230770177587571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8011230770177587571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/executive-veto-power.html' title='Executive Veto Power'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-2263393244090889146</id><published>2009-02-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:37:22.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floaty pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrinkly ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocket protector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living simply is for sissies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloons with hooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanger hoarding troll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane gadgets'/><title type='text'>Whatever happened to hitchhiking with a simple napsack?</title><content type='html'>Traveling light may still be en vogue, but long gone are the days of traveling simply. Oh no no. We cannot travel with the things we already own (gym duffels for suitcases etc)... no. That is entirely un-American in it's conservationism. We &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; own traveling gear, obviously. Things specifically for travel, whether it's suitcases or carry-ons, or travel-sized toiletries with accompanying baggies and neck pillows for the airplane etc. etc. The list goes on. You know what I'm talking about. And in fact, there is an entire industry built around these travel accessories. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I think these two take the idea of travel 'convenience' a bit far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organize-it-online.com/itm_tiecaddy.html?cmpid=Froogle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tie Caddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299369821740400658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYskxo5DABI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V6Seg4HUav0/s320/tiecaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, ya, wrinkly ties are a huge problem. When at home, this is usually remedied by the frequent washing/dry cleaning of them after a day's use. And traveling/sitting in an airplane chair is really hard on the tie..... wait. No, it's not. And no one dry cleans their ties that frequently... meaning they must not get that wrinkly from normal use. And it's not like people usually store ties somewhere that they're going to get dusty or dirty... unless you have mud floors in your closet, in which case I think you have bigger issues than dirty ties. This is just dumb. You don't need a tie-protector. Put it in the garbage with your pocket protector...nerd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baggageforless.com/proddetail.asp?prod=708LnC&amp;amp;zmam=6253695&amp;amp;zmas=1&amp;amp;zmac=2&amp;amp;zmap=708LnC"&gt;Inflatable Hangers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299376476947501666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYsq1BeEUmI/AAAAAAAAAII/TRYa9t-neEU/s320/trchangpuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, so basically, for $6 (plus S&amp;amp;H of course) you get hanger shaped balloons with hooks on the end. Fine. Two things though... one, are hangers SO big you can't pack a couple? Not even 2? What are you squishing in that bag that you can't fit in 2 plastic hangers if you really need them. Second... um... where are you going where you &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; hangers but they're not provided? Is your mother-in-law a hanger hoarding troll? Are you bringing your Armani that MUST be hung but staying in a hanger-fre motel 8? I'm puzzled. Every hotel I've been in has hangers available and NO ONE ever uses them. My only idea for these is that if your kids get really bored, you could fashion them into floaties with some duct tape and throw them in the pool for a bit. Oooo and the hooks could make them pirates... that'd actually be pretty awesome. Other than that  - no go. Need a hanger? Walk to a dry cleaners and grab a few for free. Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-2263393244090889146?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2263393244090889146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-happened-to-hitchhiking-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2263393244090889146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2263393244090889146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever-happened-to-hitchhiking-with.html' title='Whatever happened to hitchhiking with a simple napsack?'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYskxo5DABI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V6Seg4HUav0/s72-c/tiecaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7167526401572245004</id><published>2009-02-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:30:50.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biker hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert e. lee bomber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lay away sports apparel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bass pro shop bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumerism holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive crap'/><title type='text'>Things he doesn't want...</title><content type='html'>Well my favorite holiday for stupid consumerism is fast approaching... Valentines Day. Don't think I'm bitter. I'm not, I think love is grand. However, I have an issue with using a day as an excuse to a)ask someone on a date (suck it up and just do it when you like them) b) flowers costing WAY more than they already do. c) dress up and go somewhere fancy when you'd be just as happy cuddling at home after eating Wendy's. Just saying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with this lovely annual event comes great gift-giving ideas. I mean, you JUST figured out what to get your significant other for Christmas. Even if they didn't make you return it, you're certainly out of good ideas. But msn shopping has some suggestions for him and for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose to check out the "For Him"... and if you have some money, the "Over $100" section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there are some decent gifts here. However, these three, no. Just no. If you want to buy this, don't. Just give your man a check for $100 instead. Or buy him $100 in beer. Something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collectiblestoday.com/ct/product/prdid-104241001.jsp?cm_ven=Shopping&amp;amp;cm_cat=MSN&amp;amp;cm_pla=Datafeed&amp;amp;cm_ite=104241001&amp;amp;ClickType=Shop"&gt;A collectable of course&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298996014812544274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 276px; height: 263px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYnQzNkcvRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GMpOS-dbKd8/s320/budwatch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beer watch. A watch dedicated to BAD beer none the less. It could only be worse if you wanted to pay nearly $150 for a Keystone watch. Also, this is a huge waste of funds for your Bud-loving hubby. This could buy about fourteen 12-packs. That's 168 beers. Any dude would trade a watch for that many beers, but especially one so dedicated to the cause of drinking. This also does not say 'I love you' or 'Please romance me' - not one bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, next up is this &lt;a href="http://www.collectiblestoday.com/ct/product/prdid-106838001.jsp?cm_ven=Shopping&amp;amp;cm_cat=MSN&amp;amp;cm_pla=Datafeed&amp;amp;cm_ite=106838001&amp;amp;ClickType=Shop#"&gt;lovely leather jacket&lt;/a&gt;. Which, if the 'artwork' was not included, might be a nice gift for your badass man. But this... man, this is why I don't miss the South somedays (just SOME days). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299004017653758626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 319px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYnYFCeeuqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p1ReqhcjI9w/s320/confedjacket.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to give you the lovely artwork view. The rest just looks like a leather jacket. But this - this epic airbrushing of Robert E. Lee, loser of the Civil War... man, beautiful. Nothing says I'm so glad we have a bi-racial president like the support of the confederacy. Of course, perhaps your biker hubby has a giant pony tail, in which case, this might be obscured a little. And we can't just go hiding freaking Robert E. Lee under a tuft of nappy biker hair. SO... getting him this jacket may actually encourage him to get a hair cut. If so... I guess you can buy it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, and my most favorite valentines day gift for him... this lovely &lt;a href="http://www.collectiblestoday.com/ct/product/prdid-1000007.jsp?cm_ven=Shopping&amp;amp;cm_cat=MSN&amp;amp;cm_pla=Datafeed&amp;amp;cm_ite=1000007&amp;amp;ClickType=Shop"&gt;sportsman ring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299016262786750306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 290px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYnjNzJsF2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/r5uu0_JQHHc/s320/fishin+ring.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO many good things about this. First, YOU might be expecting a nice piece of jewelry on V-Day, but you can bet he's not. What a surprise! Second, if he punches someone, they'll get a bass imprint on their face. Alternately, if his finger swells after that huge brawl, he will have "Gone Fishing" on his finger... backwards. Just as cool as a tattoo. And really, what doesn't say success like a HUGE gold-plated ring with onyx inlay with a jumping fish on it? And (I quote) it "also features raised relief treble-hook lures on each side of the ring." AND it's available in 3 easy enstallments of $45 each. A lay away fishing ring. Why is this not at every Wal-mart worldwide?&lt;br /&gt;This ring has so many benefits. And not one drawback I can think of. This is the mens Valentines Day gift of 2009 for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7167526401572245004?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7167526401572245004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-he-doesnt-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7167526401572245004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7167526401572245004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-he-doesnt-want.html' title='Things he doesn&apos;t want...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYnQzNkcvRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GMpOS-dbKd8/s72-c/budwatch.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4792588641562390818</id><published>2009-02-03T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:53:48.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translucent skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skin bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange glow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christina Aguilera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home shopping network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STD-laden frat boys'/><title type='text'>Disposable Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, if you're like me (and odds are you're not because I'm remarkably unique... or weird, or something), you're gearing up for spring. And spring means trips away from the snowy cold and down to the beach (woohoo!) However, you're probably REALLY pasty from hiding indoors for the last, oh, 3 to 6 months. You may even feel that you've gotten so pale you have become translucent. But luckily, totally fixable in an extremely silly and convenient way. Don't fret, another Home Shopping Network treasure awaits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beauty.hsn.com/tantowel-half-body-plus-15-pack_m-10034008_xp.aspx"&gt;TanTowels (or really, towelettes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298676333659504866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 256px; height: 272px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYiuDUeLQOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UIFpoPfrBeA/s320/318063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, orange is a poor packaging color. We all know of this infamous orange glow (and I don't mean the As Seen on TV cleaning kind). This is not the thought you want to put in your consumer's minds when they're buying FAKE TAN. We don't want to look like... well... this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYiupk0y8mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AJ9xRwzypo4/s1600-h/CA+tan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298676990884377186" style="width: 200px; height: 158px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYiupk0y8mI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AJ9xRwzypo4/s200/CA+tan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It also should be noted that this doesn't last very long. It takes 4 hours and you have to reapply every couple days? How am I supposed to fit in my twice a day gym runs on a tanning schedule like that? Man, I'm never gonna hook up with a hot STD-laden frat boy like this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also, is it necessary to have all this packaging? I mean, I know it stains, so I kind of understand the disposable wipe thing. You'd end up throwing away whatever you use anyway (unless you just keep a tanning towel... not a bad plan), but the individually wrapped-ness of it? Dumb. These should not be packaged like other items, such as baby wet naps, condoms, or Emergen-C . Just saying. It would NOT bode well if confused with any of those options.... ew. Don't use your imagination.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In the end, this is apparently a horrible product. All reviews say it sucks and call for the return of the 'silver packet' ... whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; might be. But if it makes me all shiny and glittery - i'll take it. At least then no one in sunny Florida will be able to see me in my bathing suit because they'll be blinded by my skin bling. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4792588641562390818?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4792588641562390818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/disposable-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4792588641562390818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4792588641562390818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/disposable-sunshine.html' title='Disposable Sunshine'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYiuDUeLQOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UIFpoPfrBeA/s72-c/318063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3568784068750758188</id><published>2009-02-02T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:22:22.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The basics of Tailgating</title><content type='html'>Well, football season is officially over. Not that REAL football season hasn't been over for awhile (*cough* college sports are infinitely better than pro *cough*... man, what a cold I've got!). But that just means that the seasons are changing. We're in the good part of college hockey (Beanpot! If you don't know what this is... wiki it or something... and Go Huskies! We have to win sometime, right?) and baseball season is right around the corner. And really, it's never too soon to be gearing up for the restart of college football (even if the Bulldogs are gonna suck because loyalty to teams is at an all time low - stupid selfish quarterbacks.). So in this vein, today is all about two products you're going to need to tailgate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're an amateur tailgater, let me explain. In some places (mostly where it's warm, but not necessarily), we like to go somewhere hours and hours before a game, get a decent parking spot, maybe a patch of grass or area in a parking lot, and we like to set up shop. I'm not talking a few lawn chairs. No. I mean full grills, tents, coolers, games of tag football, small-town socialization with those that you always meet at your set tailgating/parking area. So... to do this, we have some help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One, the &lt;a href="http://www.cruzincooler.com/"&gt;Cruzin Cooler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298278662234230498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYdEXy-AzuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JFjL76pECk4/s320/kb%2520ride4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For one, Ellen featured this on her show. So that's cool. Second, this is an awesome way to make Grandma carry the beer. (well if she's gonna drink it, she should carry it, right?) If you're parking far away from your party site (perhaps you're joining friends with a bigger grill and better looking connections) this is a great way to get around. Favorite part? The acknowledgement you have to click on to get to the actual products on the website. You acknowledge, basically, that this is a cooler/powerwheels and not a real motor vehicle and that you shouldn't be an idiot on it. But if you are, you can't sue them. Bummer. But you can go 13 mph for up to 15 miles... on the electric (gas run cooler... ya, you heard me, gets up to 15 mph... on a cooler). BTW - don't let these run out of juice. They're like 60-100 lbs... Grandma certainly could not carry that home if the battery dies cause junior rode it around like a bronco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THIS might be why your friends bought the scooter cooler. To get to your party if you're packing this kind of tailgating heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigwoodycampers.com/"&gt;An entire outdoor kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298280593227525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYdGIMesLxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wmNy66fyT30/s320/outdoor_beers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So... here it is. The full get up. Need a kitchen at your tailgating space, check. Also good if your wife kicks you out for being a drunken idiot, and you have to live in the backyard. Because you know what's behind that kitchen section? A door. To a sleeping area. That's right. Slide that futon mattress right in (no seriously, this is what they tell you to do) and rest comfortably. Just like in the 1950's when divorce was super taboo. How did Aunt Mertle put up with drunken Uncle Bob? She didn't. She put him in his camper cage and let him sleep it off. I particularly like the decor of it. Very retro. Almost cool even. And great for tailgating. I mean, sometimes you get sleepy pre-game. Perfect nap nook. Grill, eat, drink, nap, football - Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3568784068750758188?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3568784068750758188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/basics-of-tailgating.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3568784068750758188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3568784068750758188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/02/basics-of-tailgating.html' title='The basics of Tailgating'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYdEXy-AzuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JFjL76pECk4/s72-c/kb%2520ride4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7663548131554306333</id><published>2009-01-31T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:41:13.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stick swords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not very 007 like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair do&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind weapon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='air gun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sissies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil wins again'/><title type='text'>WMD Alert... Air.</title><content type='html'>First, this is a bit tardy. However - it's with good reason. Newborn babies, especially those bearing my lovely name, take preference over blogging. But luckily today I have some time to make up for my lack of posting yesterday. And it's a great toy I plan to give little Amelia one day. So that she can, well, wind away bullies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sillyasstoys.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=5&amp;amp;HS=1"&gt;Airzooka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYTnPblGhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/atfuVAXVSF0/s1600-h/airzoo_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYTnPblGhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/atfuVAXVSF0/s320/airzoo_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297613313981973570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So basically this is the toy that hippie parents give their little boys. It's kind of sad actually. It touts itself as a toy that will 'blow people away'... but doing things like messing up their hair. No really, that's part of the description... messy hair. I just can't imagine little boys (who can make weapons out of ANYTHING) choosing this for their cowboys and indians or teenage mutant ninja turtle reenactments. An example of this attempt is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy: I'll get you, evil doer. You will pay.&lt;br /&gt;Matty: HA! You can't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Oh ya? I will WIND you to death  *woosh woosh (from the AirZooka)*&lt;br /&gt;Matty:... um... ouch My wind-blow hair? (picks up stick and pretend stabs Billy who falls down dead) Hahaha, evil wins again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, seriously, I'm all about non-violence and whatnot. But if you're going to let your kids play with 'weapon' like things, just let them pretend that sticks are swords or guns. This air gun deal just makes them look like sissies. And it's basically like carrying around a bucket with a piece of plastic and string on it. Hard to conceal until you come upon the bad guy. I mean, how can you sneak past the guards when your weapon of choice is larger than your head? Not good planning really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7663548131554306333?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7663548131554306333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/wmd-alert-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7663548131554306333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7663548131554306333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/wmd-alert-air.html' title='WMD Alert... Air.'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYTnPblGhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/atfuVAXVSF0/s72-c/airzoo_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3677378875907816573</id><published>2009-01-29T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:18:47.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopping Shopping Network</title><content type='html'>So I've been doing weightwatchers lately... to some success. Not that I'm obese, but ya know, it helps me eat better and know what I'm putting in my body. And of course the peak of diet-y health foods is salad. (of course, this doesn't count if you coat your salad in buttermilk ranch and throw in 3 types of lunch meats, eggs and a pound of cheddar... mmmm cobb salad...) anyways, salads. All the diet rage, for obvious reasons , which, if you need to hear all these glorious reasons, google 'eating raw.' Read literature from the crazies that go on about how eating raw foods is the way God intended it to be and how healthy they are... if it doesn't make you go raw and lose weight, it may make you go vomit up that ranch drenched salad because of how hippie ridiculous they are. Either way really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us, there is a tool to make those tragically difficult salads easier. I mean, who can use a knife AND cutting board to make a meal? SO exhausting! And don't you ALWAYS cut yourself trying to cut tomatoes? Me too! What a pain. No one wants bloody tomatoes (unless you often serve vampires, in which case, stick with what you're doing) But for the rest of us the home shopping network's got it covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kitchen-dining.hsn.com/freshprep-toss-chop-salad-tool_p-4385666_xp.aspx?sf=QC&amp;amp;prev=hp%21sf&amp;amp;cm_re=product_carousel*page1_spot1_image*CustomerPicks&amp;amp;ccm=QC&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ccm=QC"&gt;FreshPrep Toss &amp;amp; Chop Salad Tool &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what a mouthful... and we haven't even made the salad yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYJSKq_LRHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bls6zYuQs_w/s1600-h/freshprep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYJSKq_LRHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bls6zYuQs_w/s200/freshprep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296886455032562802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so what we have here is a combination of: kitchen sheers, garden pruners, a scoop and TWO knives. Now I can kind of see sheers... if you're cutting raw meat. But you're not. And the spring is straight from the small hedge trimmers my grandmother prunes her roses with... not kitchen worthy or needed. The scoop? So you can scoop up stuff in the bowl to then chop it, because God forbid we use that $2 cutting board we all own. And the double knives? Well... just for looks really.&lt;br /&gt;I'd HIGHLY suggest watching at least a few minutes of the video on the site though. The best part is how excited they are! Look, it's fun! I've never seen ANYTHING like this! WOW, you can mix and cut in one bowl? Chopped salad JUST like a restaurant! It's really amazing how little it takes to amaze us. Heck, for 17 dollars, plus 6 dollars shipping in handling, I'll just head over to Chili's and have someone chop my salad for me. Problem solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3677378875907816573?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3677378875907816573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/chopping-shopping-network.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3677378875907816573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3677378875907816573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/chopping-shopping-network.html' title='Chopping Shopping Network'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYJSKq_LRHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bls6zYuQs_w/s72-c/freshprep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4437099397986752121</id><published>2009-01-28T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:11:06.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower moisture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grass is always greener'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t forget to water the carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squishy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moss'/><title type='text'>It's not easy being green</title><content type='html'>For me, 'going green' is kind of tough. I mean, I drive a high mpg car (my little '96 civic is still doing just fine), and I use public transportation a lot, and I recycle. Those are easy. But buying greener cleaning products, and using rags and not paper towels (which I then have to pay over $3 a load to wash) just isn't happening right now. It's too expensive. Even just literally 'greening' my apartment I bought all our tiny house plants at Ikea for $2. But ya know, I've always loved the idea of having carpet that is grass (ever since I read Stranger in a Strange Land - read it if you haven't, it's good). And now, I can toss out my nasty bath mats and have just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yankodesign.com/2009/01/09/immaculate-mini-lawn-in-your-loo/"&gt;Natural Carpet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296415795091780850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYCmGqE2tPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wNkaLorz8kA/s200/lawnloo-ed03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't that look plush? Well... it probably is. And mossy. Cause, well, it's moss. It is made of bumps of 3 different types of moss in order to make that aesthetically pleasing pattern of light greens, dark greens and white spots (glamorous and artistic). Sadly, it only works in the bathroom because it needs a lot of moisture (I'd like to keep it everywhere). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I do have one big issue with it... when I get in, it's fine. If I get a little moss between my toes, well, who cares? Feels neat and I'm showering anyways. But what about when you get out? Even if there's no dirt... there is no way I won't get moss stuck to my feet. And that mossy smell too. Ew... I mean, why did I just wash those toes? They're just gonna smell like dirty mold from my rug anyways right? I mean, we have enough problem trying not to traipse snow water and salty sand gunk though the house. Imagine if every time I got out of the shower I walked in mossy mushy green stuff? Makes grass stains look easy to get out of socks, that's all I gotta say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still.... it's very cool. If only we could get that wall to wall carpet grass thing rockin, I'd totally be into it. That way the moss stains wouldn't matter! And hey - you'd know if your boyfriend hadn't been showering regularly if his moss was dying... a good red flag for grossness in a friend. Perhaps a good gift for that dirty hippie you want to encourage to bathe just a tid bit more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(by the way, thanks Adam for the tip... and for your nerdy articles about weird stuff! If I lived in Augusta GA, I'd be bored too...:P)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4437099397986752121?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4437099397986752121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-easy-being-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4437099397986752121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4437099397986752121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s not easy being green'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SYCmGqE2tPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wNkaLorz8kA/s72-c/lawnloo-ed03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-6434054259827815513</id><published>2009-01-27T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:27:44.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost as fun as the old school metal slinky...</title><content type='html'>Today, after a so-so feeling mba interview and doctor's appointment, I'm taking a day off. I leave you with this though, from one of my &lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;favorite websites&lt;/a&gt;. This one's about one of the best products ever invented.... I still love it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/092808/bubble-wrap-the-ultimate-toy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-6434054259827815513?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6434054259827815513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-as-fun-as-old-school-metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6434054259827815513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6434054259827815513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-as-fun-as-old-school-metal.html' title='Almost as fun as the old school metal slinky...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-2148267453251543181</id><published>2009-01-26T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:54:28.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell out with me tonight, Sell Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; So most of you know me, so you know I majored in music industry. And as I'm a temp at a hospital, many of my classmates are merch girls and boys. What's a merch girl? Well, you know that perky girl hocking $25 Kings of Leon t-shirts and giving out promo stickers with the opener's name on it so you remember who the heck they were? That's a merch kid. Generally they work for free and get to hear the show from wherever the table is. Glamorous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the only way this could be interesting if you're selling something weird. And I mean more weird than kids books (a la Dar Williams) or jig saw puzzles (a la Belle and Sebastian). I mean like some of these objects...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://russianlegacy.com/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=35_21_91&amp;amp;products_id=3347&amp;amp;osCsid=1f1d93820bb8eaef81ae22edfc513b9a"&gt;If the Beatles were Russian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295703109832843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4d66mEotI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N8shcO-DjVg/s320/NDM014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know... it's the Beatles. They could have toilet paper printed with an album cover on each square (oh hey - the I already have the White Album on every one of mine!) and people would buy it. And keep it. But you have to admit, this is a bit weird. And the number of 'dolls'? Hmmm... right. Ok. Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://991.com/Buy/ProductInformation.aspx?StockNumber=360180"&gt;People do fall on their 'bullocks' a lot while snowboarding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295704394598453858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4fFsuEEmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xY23811iZpA/s320/classicrock_skateboards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So you're a big Green Day fan? Show it off on the lift. Or the sweet tat-like Guns N Roses get up. Or get the neon yellow Sex Pistols board... which is my personal fave. Are these good snow boards? Well, let's just say probably not. I'm guessing you could find better board to hit the slopes with. But really, if you're old enough to have bought a Sex Pistols or Ramones album when they hit the shelves, you are probably WAY too old to be a good snow boarder without killing yourself. Sorry. (this would also be a pain in the butt to sell as a merch kid... where do you display a snowboard?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockthekitschbar.com/page6.htm"&gt;Making bath time lots of fun!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Man, I love bath toys. And this site has quite a few 'rubber duckies' worth noting. I'm not sure how long this link will be accurate (but I couldn't find a better one) so I'm gonna just show you all the rubber duckies you can buy!!! (James Brown ducky even sings... holla!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295707448595977138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4h3dv0E7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7qMTh2NzzwU/s200/CELEBRIDUCK-SNOOPDOGG%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Snoop Duck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295707383766920834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4hzsPXLoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X3LeLEFH2RU/s200/CELEBRIDUCKS-WIZARDOFOZ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Duckies of Oz? (Wicked Witch sold separately.... no really)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295707307519328722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4hvQMhQdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/McIacCDp9sQ/s200/CELEBRIDUCKS-KISSMAIN%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wanna squeak and float all night, and suds up every day! - Kiss Ducky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295707201509002866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4hpFRsDnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nOhsimMcnRM/s200/CELEBRIDUCK-JAMESBROWN%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Singing James Brown Ducky... Owww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-2148267453251543181?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2148267453251543181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sell-out-with-me-tonight-sell-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2148267453251543181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2148267453251543181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/sell-out-with-me-tonight-sell-out.html' title='Sell out with me tonight, Sell Out!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SX4d66mEotI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N8shcO-DjVg/s72-c/NDM014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-6068224432472185289</id><published>2009-01-23T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:42:07.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food fannie pack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing toast is caring most'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ktichen gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prototype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toasting hot pocket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my bread is stuck in a glass cage of e-toasting'/><title type='text'>I call for (a) toast!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just stumble upon a theme of silly things. They're not as obvious as the commercialization of our 44th prez, but they are still remarkably weird. This week, it was toasters. Not even their more versatile cousins toaster ovens... nope. Plain old one slice a semi-burned bread toasters. My $10 cute red toaster works fine... why would I need something more exotic? Who knows, but they're out there if you want them. And I have two to share. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is the super stylish, multicolored, and horribly uncreatively named, &lt;a href="http://www.yankodesign.com/2006/02/06/six-part-toaster-by-matt-gossington/"&gt;Six Part Toaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294557421550477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXoL7FJsoSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A2ydA1s22zI/s320/radical_toaster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently no one has purchased this snazzy item, since this is the only photo I can find of it anywhere. But it really is pretty cool. I mean, if you have 5 friends, and you all want toast with the big vat of eggs your just scrambled up... you can all have it, and it'll be hot at the same time. For those 4 seconds that toast stays hot. Very important.&lt;br /&gt;But I might still buy this if I had a lot of counter space. I mean, it's retro and futuristic... and who doesn't want a little envelope caddy for their toasted slice of 12 grain? I know I do. It's the multi-fannie pack of breakfast foods!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other strange toaster I found is the &lt;a href="http://www.inventables.com/Product/ConceptStudio.asp?i=11&amp;amp;t=9"&gt;Transparent Toaster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294559204040450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXoNi1cbITI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1DAdyYL_IAg/s320/trans_toaster4LowRes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course the hitch here is that this isn't real...yet. It's a sample that doesn't ACTUALLY toast bread yet (they haven't quite figured out how to get the glass that hot and not make you want to die if you touch it). However, it's really a clever idea. With this, you can tell if your toast is burning WITHOUT popping it up every 20 seconds, or having to salvage your overly crunch slice by scraping it with a steak knife..... I'm not the only one who does that am I? If so..., well, it's a good idea guys! Don't waste food! Anyways, I might actually buy this one. They might need to make a dual model (for bagels or whatever), but its a good thought. Although I'm wondering how gross that might look after about 10 uses... I mean, have you seen the inside of your microwave lately? Ew... seriously, clean that thing, ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's my interesting kitchen toasting mechanisms for the day... have a great weekend, and I'll be back mocking consumerism on Monday. Thanks for reading and being encouraging, by the way, it makes it way more fun to write knowing y'all do find this stuff funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-6068224432472185289?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/6068224432472185289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-call-for-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6068224432472185289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/6068224432472185289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-call-for-toast.html' title='I call for (a) toast!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXoL7FJsoSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A2ydA1s22zI/s72-c/radical_toaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7230035703628041176</id><published>2009-01-22T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:04:13.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hover craft grow lamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meerkats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frying pan by the fence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrient pellets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skymall glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big foot'/><title type='text'>Why get a vegetable basket when you can have a whole plant?</title><content type='html'>Today's item comes from the beloved SkyMall. Man, ever since I forgot my ipod on a trip to Spain (that's a LONG flight of listening to Swiss Air's interesting collection of music they call 'Rock'), I've been in love with SkyMall. It's shopping and comedy all in one. If it came with a decent snack (no thanks, no more dog biscuit like cookies for me), it'd be the perfect companion. Not that I know anyone who has ever purchased anything from it... but it's like window shopping on Newbury (for you Boston folks). You know you won't buy anything, but it's a little fun to look anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've surfed these pages of dog stairs and water balloon travel weights and &lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102675570&amp;amp;c=10500"&gt;strange lawn decor&lt;/a&gt; (wow, there are some great &lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102517807&amp;amp;c=10500&amp;amp;cm_sp=Recommend-_-TopPicks-_-DeptPage102517807"&gt;lawn sculptures&lt;/a&gt;, so classy) then you know what I'm talking about. This is a treasure trove of ridiculousness. So as I was browsing I found this lovely kitchen item...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102629428&amp;amp;c=&amp;amp;cm_sp=Search-_-Suggested-_-102629428#moreinfo"&gt;AeroGarden...&lt;/a&gt; also to be found at &lt;a href="http://www.aerogrow.com/"&gt;http://www.aerogrow.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294179282621020098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXi0Af3bt8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ihIwkEj9NFY/s320/aerogarden_classic_collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's the schtick. You buy this system for around $130-$200 dollars, you buy nutrient pellets , seed packets ($20 alone) and watering accessories, you pay for the electricity to run it, and tada - you can grow stuff in your house instead of outside where God already pays for the sun and the rain and the dirt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The theory here is actually great. You want garden fresh homegrown food all year long? You got it. But the cost/benefit analysis (glamorous business speak for... is it worth it?) is weak for a few reasons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) If you have a yard, you don't need this. Even in the winter, you can build a coldframe or do some growing on a heated porch, if need be. So, these must be for those of us who are apartment dwellers. You know why most of us live in apartments? Because we can't afford a place with a yard! So $200 is probably not in my budget to grow just one tomato plant, or a jug of petunias. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I live in a small space (as most apartments tend to be)... where would you suggest I put this contraption? Perhaps onto of my microwave. My jalepenos would be both organic and radioactive from all the heat lamp waves and microwaves. They'd probably be hotter that way though... which would be a slight bonus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) To make one salad, you'd need a whole factory of these things. One for lettuce, one for tomatoes, one for peppers or other veggies... and if you can afford 4 or 5 of these (close to a grand), I'm pretty sure you can afford to just buy fancy organic tomatoes from Whole Foods for around $7 a bunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Where does that top part attach to anything? Does it dangle from the ceiling? Do i have to plug this in? I feel like the website leads you believe that this piece is magic or a hovercraft. I mean, look at this &lt;a href="http://www.skymall.com/shopping/detail.htm?pid=102629428&amp;amp;c=&amp;amp;cm_sp=Search-_-Suggested-_-102629428#"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;. Does the tomato plant have a grow lamp halo? 'Cause there is certainly no cord going from the ceiling above the kitchen island to this device. (if it does not hover in mid-air, i'm totally suing for fall advertising... someone photoshopped out the cord)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Favorite quote from a review... "If you are looking for a smart low maint. garden right there in your kitchen" .... who is really looking for a garden in their kitchen without being solicited by this product? No one. Because that'd be like looking for your frying pan out by the back fence. It's not where you're supposed to keep it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) No dirt.... but you have nutrient pellets. Soilent green anyone?  If that is not creepy, I'm not really sure what is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7230035703628041176?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7230035703628041176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-get-vegetable-basket-when-you-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7230035703628041176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7230035703628041176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-get-vegetable-basket-when-you-can.html' title='Why get a vegetable basket when you can have a whole plant?'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXi0Af3bt8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/ihIwkEj9NFY/s72-c/aerogarden_classic_collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-9175402370038096132</id><published>2009-01-21T13:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:00:18.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collegiate attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kangaroo envy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pouches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frat-tastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweatshirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom jeans on no'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booty text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grande iced soy mocha latte with a kick of kahlua'/><title type='text'>College attire at it's finest... or could it be more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*Before we start, I'd like to say part of yesterday's post went missing. I re-wrote it... so now it makes sense and doesn't just skip over a section. Sorry about that!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss being in college most days. I mean, the schedule was kinda nice. But really? I could do without the loud drunken neighbors and non-english speaking economics professors. But I do miss wearing jeans (or even sweat pants) and a sweat shirt to class and having that be both acceptible and appropriate for the event. Dress pants and khakis and ironing... ick. Day in and day out I cannot wait to get home and dress comfortably again. I mean, in college, you co uld even go out to your local bar and be in a sweat shirt... especially this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vat19.com/dvds/beer-pouch-sweatshirt-hoodie.cfm?ADID=UNIQUEjan09"&gt;Beer Bottle Hoodie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858989359460242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXeQs-fHb5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mV6CcbDrw6A/s320/Miller_High_Life_Beer_Pouch_Gray_Hoodie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a few reasons I find this product funny. First and foremost is that the site selling them knows that this product will be adored by (and forgive my harsh language) frat-tastic deuchbags all over this great nation. Although stated in somewhat sarcastic fashion (yes, I can detect this quite well)... it's pretty accurate. The purchasers of this type if thing will think it's wonderful that they can hold three beers at once, or high five a fellow bro-man, or booty-text the less than pristine girl they've been taking out with college dining dollars their mom put on their id card. And I'm not even going to harp on the whip cream thing. Really? Come on kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts here are that this could be marketed completely differently. Still ridiculous... fine. But this insulated beverage container pocket could appeal to a much wider group of people.... and ones who spend more money than college guys on clothes: &lt;a href="http://americanmoms.com/art/article-married-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. All moms (even terrifying elk-hunting hockey moms) need another hand right? Toddler leash in one hand, pushing a designer frog stroller or whatever those are with the other... where are you going to put the baby bottle? Or your Starbucks grande iced soy mocha latte (not sure that's even a thing... but i'm guessing it is)? Or perhaps you could store extra pacifiers in there? I mean, kangaroos seem to function great with a pouch... to heck with evolution. We must need pouches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say we re-design this shirt. Make it into a biased cut wrap shirt (to cover the mom pooch..  gotta be flattering) and put two of those little pouches on the side like holsters. Ready to go. Pre-warmed bottle for junior on one side, flask of kahlua for that mocha later for you on the other... ready for another day of shopping, pilates and calling the nanny. It's the next big thing- I'm calling it. Insulated beverage pouches are the new yogalates. Or the new black. Or maybe the new black yogalates? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-9175402370038096132?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/9175402370038096132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-attire-at-its-finest-or-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/9175402370038096132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/9175402370038096132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-attire-at-its-finest-or-could.html' title='College attire at it&apos;s finest... or could it be more?'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXeQs-fHb5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mV6CcbDrw6A/s72-c/Miller_High_Life_Beer_Pouch_Gray_Hoodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3182196095593308355</id><published>2009-01-20T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:58:43.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational beer drinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed of fake tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-ing Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political prisoner soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commander in chief jewelry'/><title type='text'>Inaugeration Day 2009- OMG Ev3ry1 Freak Out!</title><content type='html'>Please don't take this the wrong way... but aren't we being a little silly? I know, it's our first black president, and our first democrat since my vote started counting (finally I voted someone INTO office). I understand that this is *insert buzz term here* (Buzz word suggestions: historical; a turning point for a America; exciting; remarkable; epic; momentous; inspiring; life-changing; a landmark day; ... I could go on). But really? This is just a dude, who grew up in Kansas, who seems to have the people of this nation's best interests in mind. He is, like all presidents before (even George W.) joining a list of US leaders. So why is this inaugeration SOOOO huge? Either they all should be so monumental, or really, this one shouldn't be such a big hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something that has swept the country. This Obamania... or my fave is Obamarama. And with this wave of presidential star power has come a slew of very silly products. And I'm going to highlight a few that you might want to look into today if the inaugural address gets you all hot and bothered with Obama-fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://victorystore00.stores.yahoo.net/cobaobincanc.html"&gt;Inauguration Day Commemorative Coozie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293393342784238098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 180px; height: 179px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXXpMx0SchI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iDLkD7hRiMw/s320/victorystore00_2034_10557694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought George W. was the president we elected because we all thought he'd be a great guy to sit down and have a beer with (no matter what he says about his sobriety... still seems like a good guy to have a drink and watch the game with right?) But apparently no. Today is the day you can remember how great it is to usher in a new commander-in-chief with a nice cold Coors Lite... or any other variety of 12oz canned beverages. It's the Yes-We-Can-Coozie. Maybe a good motivator for you dieters out there? Just pop in a fresca and remember - Yes, you CAN lose weight/go to the gym/resist that quarter-pounder etc. Just a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next on my hit list for products plastered with Barack's face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barackobamajewelry.com/"&gt;All Kinds of Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293456083987699394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 223px; height: 183px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXYiQzA3lsI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6g_GAr6A8lM/s320/i+heart+obama.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I dunno, I just feel very TigerBeat about this. You can &lt;3 Brad Pitt, or the Jonas Brothers. But the commander in chief of the largest military in the world? This just seems wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. This is not a broken heart BFF necklace. This is the president. He is to be respected, admired etc. Not 'hearted'. He is not your schnookums. Unless of course you are the lovely Michelle, in which case, he IS your schnookums, and you can heart him all you like (also, thanks for reading... I'm quite honored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, last one... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vt_related_1&amp;amp;listing_id=19861253"&gt;Hope Soap on a Rope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293458851290207122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 261px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXYkx4BM05I/AAAAAAAAAEg/EysPVdexgXA/s320/3_hoperope.hmedium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... Ya. You can wash your body (and without the fear of dropping the 'bar') with our president's face. Well... an odd representation of it. Honestly he doesn't look much like Barack. But that WAS the purpose. Now, you may be thinking.... why is he purple? Oh... because there is no red and no blue to dear old Barack. Nope, we're all purple when we're united. A big huge vat of grape KoolAid... or Robitussin. Whatever. Also to be noted is the 'breath of fresh air' scent. I just hope he's brushed his teeth. But hey, when he screws up (and yes, even your beloved Obama will screw up sometime sooner or later), you can literally say 'kiss my a**... although with those teeth, it might be more of a bite. Ouch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3182196095593308355?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3182196095593308355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugeration-day-2009-omg-ev3ry1-freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3182196095593308355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3182196095593308355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugeration-day-2009-omg-ev3ry1-freak.html' title='Inaugeration Day 2009- OMG Ev3ry1 Freak Out!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXXpMx0SchI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iDLkD7hRiMw/s72-c/victorystore00_2034_10557694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-8151618253585023679</id><published>2009-01-16T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:55:37.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grainy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separating goo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthy hippies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuts'/><title type='text'>Stir it up... little darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Living in New England is different in so many ways from growing up in the south. Even down to the things people eat. I grew up going to discount grocery stores (Piggly Wiggly = awesome) and farmer's markets. Real ones... with farmers there. Not fancy gourmet 'farmer's markets' where all the vegetables are labeled organic etc. But this is what you find in the Northeast, for better or worse... I'm not judging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But along with this, many people here have 'gone organic' if you will. (Which I would gleefully do if I had space for a garden and could grow all my own fruits and veggies instead of paying $10 for a head of romaine at Whole Foods.. but I digress). One of the foods that gets a little odd when in it's entirely natural form is peanut butter. It's not Jiffy, that's for sure. Still delicious, but all grainy and separated from the oil. Imagine taking a bag of roasted peanuts and running it over with a steam roller... tada! Natural peanut butter! In the jar, this get's a little weird. Oil on top, peanut grit on bottom... no good. It really needs a strong-arm stir before you even attempt to spread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, we've got a tool for this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://witmerproducts.com/pbutter.html"&gt;Natural Peanut Butter Hand Crank Mixer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291979437002461602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXDjQoU0EaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/driAsQ1hqQg/s320/peanut-butter-mixer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few questions about this though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Does all natural PB come in a glass jar of the same shape/size? I'm pretty sure you can grind your own some places and put it in plastic tupperware... in which case, none of the many models available here will work... even if they are chrome with liners etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Favorite feature: "A white nitrile gasket made from FDA approved materials is fastened underneath the lid and effectively cleans all peanut butter from the mixing rod upon removal from the jar." Not even sure what many of those words are, but I think it means that PB won't get wasted on the mixer rod. Which I guess would be a worry if I were buying a $10 jar of peanut butter every week for my precious little preservative-free munchkins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Other models: one model uses what looks like a cabinet nob. This does NOT seem easier to turn than just using a plain old knife. Blister waiting to happen, for sure. Or splinter... ow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I do appreciate the engineering thoroughness provided in all the descriptions, as well as the variety of shapes, sizes and styles. And all this for 10 bucks (with the 'storage bag' which I presume is a large ziplock, but who knows). Not bad. It is a shame that the only people I know who are this crazy about natural PB are or are dating engineers quite capable of slapping this together for $1.25. But I guess it would make a nice gift/conversation piece? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-8151618253585023679?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/8151618253585023679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/stir-it-up-little-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8151618253585023679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/8151618253585023679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/stir-it-up-little-darling.html' title='Stir it up... little darling'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SXDjQoU0EaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/driAsQ1hqQg/s72-c/peanut-butter-mixer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7395598113434964223</id><published>2009-01-15T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:06:59.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair drier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bidet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt cheeks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tinkling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butt massage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttons'/><title type='text'>Because we're just too lazy to wash our own bodies...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the dead of winter right now... as many of you above the mason dixon line may have noted (due to the snow, sub-zero temperatures and inability to walk anywhere without falling flat on your face... due to ice... not just clutsiness). And part of living somewhere cold is the horrible realization you have to get out of bed in the morning... onto the cold floor, and go to the bathroom on a cold toilet... well, at least SOME of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the East (such as China, Korea and even Australia) apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bombayharbor.com/Product/9587/Electronic_Bidet_Toilet_Seat_Automatic_Toilet_Seat.html"&gt;Automatic Body-Cleaning Toilet Seat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291544393911346466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SW9XlyhLpSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dgRqlQN1IJg/s320/auto+toilet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Alright, so the website doesn't really do it justice. But you know what does? &lt;a href="http://brucefong.wordpress.com/2008/06/13/now-thats-a-toilet/"&gt;This dude's blog&lt;/a&gt;. (yes, i found a blog talking about this toilet... so what?) Anyway, this man came across this fancy invention when visiting Korea and proceeds to explain all its wonderful features. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The seat has a few functions. "Comfort, heat and a gentle vibration massage," as it is described. Let's first go with comfort. Check, I guess that's good. Second, heat... well... ok, in the winter this would be stellar. I'll take it. But vibrating? Massage? I mean, after my 'boot camp' class yesterday at the gym, my butt muscles are a bit sore... but I don't think a vibrating toilet seat is the answer. Nor do I think this would help me do any toilet appropriate activities with more ease. If anything, a vibrating toilet would scare my body from doing anything it was meant to do in the bathroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Next is this washing deal. Now, I'm not European, so I've never understood this post-toilet rinse bidet deal. I can kind of see the value though. So I'll give it a shot. What I think is so funny is that it has TWO washing abilities. One for 'family use' and one for 'feminine use' (thank goodness this website knows women aren't part of families... we're our own deal). But say, just for arguments sake, that you're a mom. Now do you use both? Or because you're a family gal, do you give up the feminine nonsense? Just wondering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Lastly, it dries your butt with some nice warm air. Now, I think this would be a strange sensation (although, if you have butt hair... and if you do, please don't tell me... this would be somewhat similar to using a hair dryer I guess). I mean, is this like the basic air hand driers? Cause those don't work, in which case you'd probably wet your pants after your little rinsing actuion. Or is this like those power driers that blow your skin all weird... in which case this may actually be great as an anti-cellulite product too. Either way, I'll just take some TP please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhaps these are the toilets of the future and they're replace our old dingy plain toilets (like cell phones vs. rotary phones) but perhaps by then I'll be old and it'll be ok for me to keep the classic style. I hope so. My butt is just fine without all the wiggling, washing and warming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoriginalbowlbuddy.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7395598113434964223?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7395598113434964223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-were-just-too-lazy-to-wash-our.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7395598113434964223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7395598113434964223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-were-just-too-lazy-to-wash-our.html' title='Because we&apos;re just too lazy to wash our own bodies...'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SW9XlyhLpSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dgRqlQN1IJg/s72-c/auto+toilet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-3594984238595043220</id><published>2009-01-14T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:52:29.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public displays of affection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sh-ittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nausea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mona lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleece'/><title type='text'>The Cold Weather Wear you Share</title><content type='html'>First, sorry for the lack of posting yesterday. Man, these days come fast. But I will continue to try none the less. Now, coming as a suggested ridiculous product (making my life yet easier and more awesome, thanks Kathryn)... I'm gonna jump right into the pros and cons of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smittens.biz/Smittens/Home.html"&gt;Smittens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291246081722906866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SW5IRvBFePI/AAAAAAAAADw/HJi5o0hjkhA/s320/Smittens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;First, you need to understand the product. Basically, you get 2 individual fleece mittens (one for your right hand and your sweetie's left hand) and one strangely shaped co-mitten. It looks like so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291246715305783938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SW5I2nTA8oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gFVzaJHk2pQ/s200/Red%2520Heart%2520Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now that get the gist, I want to talk about the name. I love naming things, so this is a big thing for me. And Smittens is a really cute name, I must say. But later when talking about this silly invention, all I could think about was 'mittens you share....um.... sh-ittens?' Not good. Not something you want people to think of when trying to recall your gloriously unique product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, this is just ridiculous. First, they're fleece. If it is warm enough to get by with some thin fleece mittens, just hold bare hands. Or hold hands in one of your pockets ( a bit awkward but can be done). I mean, I'm not a pda kinda girl myself, nor do I really like wearing gloves. So I think, if it's 15 degrees out and you really have to wear something over your hands, you probably aren't taking a leisurely romantic stroll around the park. You're probably going from inside location A to inside location B... in which case, I think you can manage to not molest each other's digits until you get there. I mean... you can't use these while skiing, or hiking or biking... just walking. So if you're &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; grabby, run and get somewhere warm where you can just make out (or whatever, we really don't want to know) and save everyone around you the nausea of the conjoined mitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to note though that you don't have to pay the $40 (including shipping and hand-ling, hahah, bad pun) for a brand name Smittens. Oh no. Knock offs available at Smitten.com...(although they don't come in the fancy 'heart' pattern that makes me feel so in love). The Mona Lisa is even rocking the knock offs... by herself. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, overall, I'd say pass on this one. Just wear your normal gloves and if they're so bulky you can't hold hands with your baby, be patient, ok? Geez. Or heck, go somewhere warmer on a little get away. The tropics don't necessitate 'Smittens' that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, this does give a whole new meaning to 'no glove, no love'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-3594984238595043220?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/3594984238595043220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-weather-wear-you-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3594984238595043220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/3594984238595043220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-weather-wear-you-share.html' title='The Cold Weather Wear you Share'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SW5IRvBFePI/AAAAAAAAADw/HJi5o0hjkhA/s72-c/Smittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-930113610330139272</id><published>2009-01-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:06:05.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kazoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten lima beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostrils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aspirator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose straw'/><title type='text'>Baby Nose Straw</title><content type='html'>So I went to my first baby shower this weekend, and it really got me thinking. My friend having a baby is quite practical and not one for clutter... her house will NOT turn into a giant play pen, I can assure you. But you know those moms who have purchased everything Babies 'R Us sells and ordered organic baby food and all the new European baby products. They are out there in droves. Well, this is a product for them straight from the heart of Sweden (and if anyone knows babies, it's Sweden - have you seen how good looking those kids grow up to be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nosefrida.com/"&gt;"NoseFrida"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I would like to note that when saving this image, I noticed it was called 'bad hair mom'... oh those Swedes, such jokesters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290412527910588402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWtSKhFjD_I/AAAAAAAAADg/lEiSpKjXFdA/s200/bad_hair_mom2-211x234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So this product is essentially a straw so you can suck the snot out of your baby. It has a filter (that you have to replace for every use), but the liquid does actually move up the straw... the further it goes the more nauseous you feel I would guess. But I have a few issues here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The homepage has a quote from a doctor saying that you &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;put anything in the infant's nose... so how do you get the snot up your fancy straw? I mean, where else do babies keep their snot? It sure looks like the nostril is where it's at to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The FAQ also have some advice... if you're not getting the snot you think you should be getting, squirt some water up the babies nose (that sounds like it would feel AWESOME) and then suck with a circle sweeping motion out - pushing slightly on the nostrils. Don't remind your kids you did this when they're about 3 though - you will NEVER be able to get them to stop picking their nose. Have you ever heard the "But Mommmmm.... &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; did it, why can't &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do it? Same idea here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWtbEy2e33I/AAAAAAAAADo/rpCWunbUoSc/s1600-h/elsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422325204672370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWtbEy2e33I/AAAAAAAAADo/rpCWunbUoSc/s200/elsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Also great for toddlers. Look how happy this little girl is. This little nugget just loves having a small sucking kazoo looking apparatus up her nose. Not sure what that says about her future though. Just a suggestion, you probably want to encourage your kids not to put any foreign objects, figures, or substances up their nose in the future. (I had a friend who had a lima bean stuck up there rotting when she was little... and that's just the least of the worries I have about this nose-insertion habit). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- My favorite part is that this product is available just around the corner from me in dear old Brighton MA... at Whole Foods Market. Because obviously, when I'm picking up my organic pomegranates and vanilla beans from Uganda and shampoo made from raspberries and bamboo root... I will suddenly be in need of a baby nasal aspirator. That will DEFINITELY make me want to pick up one of those dessert cups they sell right at the counter. If baby snot isn't appetizing, really, what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-930113610330139272?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/930113610330139272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-nose-straw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/930113610330139272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/930113610330139272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-nose-straw.html' title='Baby Nose Straw'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWtSKhFjD_I/AAAAAAAAADg/lEiSpKjXFdA/s72-c/bad_hair_mom2-211x234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-1296086000810211784</id><published>2009-01-09T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:35:21.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticky leather couch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man boobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heating pad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skiing'/><title type='text'>Waist Spa Treatments</title><content type='html'>As I said before, this is the thin-down time of the year. We have Back to School Supply Binge, Candy Induced Coma for Children, Turkey Killing Spree, Lounging and laughing over Cookies, and THEN Get Skinny Now Season (which we are in now). So this is the time when the home shopping networks and the magazine ads turn to gym memberships, diet food that tastes like cardboard but looks like it was made by Emeril, and women with 8 packs and men with biceps tanned and carved like roasted turkeys. Luckily, we can skip by all those hot bods and juicing machines and move right onto a spa treatment for your mid-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289375291684104210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWeizbCPKBI/AAAAAAAAADY/ybxDFIZMwjk/s200/VelformSaunaBelt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prettylikeme.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=RE-777541&amp;amp;click=25753"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sauna Belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The description here is fascinating to me. I can sweat away pounds?!? ... Wait a second... I sweat at the gym working out. Which is kind of why I don't like it. Sweating when you're not going anywhere (aka on a treadmill, elliptical, stationary bike, etc.) is bizarre and makes me feel unaccomplished. I'd much rather be somewhere good, like the top of a mountain (when hiking) or the bottom of a mountain (when skiing). So why would I want to do it on my sticky leather couch? Even if I could watch TV while I sweat... who cares? I can do that AT THE GYM. And it will actually work my muscles, unlike this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My other deal... isn't this kind of just a heating pad? I mean... &lt;em&gt;"Adjustable Heat Regulator"&lt;/em&gt; isn't that just a fancy term for a dial? The buttons on my heating pad that go from Low (1) through High (10) adjust the heat just fine really. And I slept on my heating pad for awhile and I think I actually gained weight in that period. Clearly my body did NOT look like that dudes when I woke up from a nap (thank goodness... I'd look awkward with bulging veins coming out of my arms and man boobs instead of real boobs). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to note that this comes with a tape measure. And thank goodness. Wherever would I get one of those if I didn't order this $50 heating pad that I can get at CVS for $15? Unless it came with a choice of male model (this one isn't my type) with it... then we could talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-1296086000810211784?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/1296086000810211784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/waist-spa-treatments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1296086000810211784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/1296086000810211784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/waist-spa-treatments.html' title='Waist Spa Treatments'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWeizbCPKBI/AAAAAAAAADY/ybxDFIZMwjk/s72-c/VelformSaunaBelt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-5203513061616550726</id><published>2009-01-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:48:01.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pooch purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxesuede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rear gurth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini-dogs'/><title type='text'>Pretty pretty princess pooch</title><content type='html'>So I used to own a teeny little yorkie. I'm guilty. But I never put her in my purse, or put a bow on her, or painted her microscopic little nails. When you washed her (Sophie), she looked like a wet rat and then if you put her down she'd just run around in laps rubbing herself dry on all the couches/furniture. Not exactly the picture of a prissy, carry around dog. However, we know that some people who own these small pooches do silly things with them - like spa treatments and Christmas sweaters (nothing says festive like a green and red argyle number on a teacup poodle)... and with that in mind, there is a club and publication that is very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwlittle.com/prod/Pet-Fashion-Club-Membership_324.aspx"&gt;G.W. Little Pet Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288967622892355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWYwB-cKfdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cO8PqEqwCow/s200/49e7ad22-042e-48a8-9921-2299277a3d27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This website really has a lot to offer, so I'm going to hilight some of the wonderful products they offer in the catalog that you can request for free. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.gwlittle.com/prod/-HOT-PICKS-/What-s-New-/Product-Types_221/Happy-Birthday-Pup-Pie-6-_1923.aspx"&gt;Doggie birthday pie&lt;/a&gt; - made from human grade ingredients such as pumpkin, oats, honey, nutmeg... wait... can Fluffy share? I think she can. Luckily, this birthday dessert is cut into 10 pieces so we can all have some when our canine pals come over for the birthday party. I mean, a year in our life is like &lt;em&gt;seven&lt;/em&gt; to a dog - shoudln't we have a little shindig to celebrate? (does not come with birthday hat pictured... must order separately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.gwlittle.com/prod/-HOT-PICKS-/What-s-New-/Product-Types_221/Sanitary-Pant_1941.aspx"&gt;Sanitary Panties&lt;/a&gt; - dont' want to get your dog fixed because she's a pure bred? Fine. When she goes into heat, let all the neighborhood know by flaunting her around in this number... complete with kissy lips pattern. Because if there's anything that makes me want to put on lip stick and kiss underwear... it's a dog in heat. (ps, for sizing... be sure to check the 'rear gurth'... if you know how to measure that on little Daisy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.gwlittle.com/prod/-HOT-PICKS-/What-s-New-/Product-Types_221/Luxesuede-Hipster-Sling-with-Faux-Fur_1887.aspx"&gt;"Luxesuede Hipster Sling with Faux Fur"&lt;/a&gt; - For the low low price of $69 plus shipping and handling, you can carry around Peppers in a sling bag made of &lt;em&gt;"rich, chocolate Luxesuede and lined with delightfully cozy caramel faux fur". &lt;/em&gt;Oh, and for another $12... get Peppers monogrammed onto the bag in 'ivory' thread. Ooo or maybe you could get "I heart Peppers"... classy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could go on. Shea butter cream for the fur, a doggie armoire for all of your babies outfits, and pajamas (in case dressing yourself and your kids for bed isn't enough for you... you can dress Lola as well in one of her heart patterned get ups). Man, so much good stuff. Of course if I could afford another teeny pure breed (that go for 350-1000 dollars generally), whats another $70 for a purse for her? Glad this service can be rendered for the rich, lonely and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-5203513061616550726?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/5203513061616550726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-pretty-princess-pooch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5203513061616550726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/5203513061616550726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-pretty-princess-pooch.html' title='Pretty pretty princess pooch'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWYwB-cKfdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cO8PqEqwCow/s72-c/49e7ad22-042e-48a8-9921-2299277a3d27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-2562249482735909263</id><published>2009-01-07T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:49:57.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old people sufficiency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream dumbbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple goo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waffle cones'/><title type='text'>Drip stopper</title><content type='html'>So it's diet time around the world. Even if you don't do New Years resolutions, or are in the best shape of your life, it's still the post "eat 4 times your weight in cookies and sit around with family" season. So you're probably eating a bit healthier. And in my apartment, that means switching Lindt chocolate truffles and snickerdoodles for those whole fruit popsicles (I suggest grape and strawberry). But for some reason, THIS accessory was not available at Stop &amp;amp; Shop. And now everything I own is covered in purple goo. What I could have used is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288551406467233586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWS1e_bfNzI/AAAAAAAAADI/2RPi8ZRuwRg/s200/4Dripstiks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cheekymonkey.ca/Dripstik.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dripstik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am clumsy. No doubt about it. If someone is going to drop their popsicle or wear their ice cream... it's me. So I feel the pain here. However, I'm not sure a dumbbell to hold my ice cream for me is going to help. I mean, first and foremost, if I'm eating a waffle cone of double chocolate oreo... do I want to be reminded that I'm not actually lifting weights (although, if I get a double scoop... perhaps the resistance would counter the calories?... I'll have to look into this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other things to note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;"Great for disabled or elderly persons, stabilizing their treat and offering greater success with self sufficiency."&lt;/em&gt; Wow, my grandma is pretty old... but not so old she can't hold an ice cream cone. And you know what I will do if she ever does become unable to hold her own cone? Put it in a bowl. And really, if she can't hold a cone... could she hold a "Dripstik" Probably not. Sorry Oma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Protects frozen treats from dirt on the ground. If your child takes a fall, the Dripstik rolls on it's side, holding the Popsicle off the ground."&lt;/em&gt; Overprotective much? I mean, every kid needs to know the tragedy of dropping your icecream. Also, this gadget is $7. A new popsicle is what, like 15 cents? The math doesn't add up. Unless your kid has a bum leg and falls all the time... in which case, well, sucks to be him. I'm sure a plastic dumbbell for his ice cream will brighten his day.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;"The Dripstik can be used with: *waffle cones, sugar cones, cake cones, Popsicles, fudgesicles, frozen treats on a stick." &lt;/em&gt;If I had a Dripstik, all I'd want to do with it is put in a frozen banana from the banana stand. You know what they say... there's always money in the banana stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-2562249482735909263?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/2562249482735909263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/drip-stopper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2562249482735909263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/2562249482735909263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/drip-stopper.html' title='Drip stopper'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWS1e_bfNzI/AAAAAAAAADI/2RPi8ZRuwRg/s72-c/4Dripstiks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-4709347927135229153</id><published>2009-01-06T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:51:34.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tweety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed tweety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doublewide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='looney (toons) love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm not good at the staying on schedule thing. Oh well, I'll do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where I'm from, it is not uncommon for girls to get BIG trucks when they get their license. For some of you, you're thinking, huh... why? I kind of agree, but never the less, its true. However, you still have to be at least 16 to get a license, right? Which I think is far too old for this to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181170018929186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWNkwZLjSiI/AAAAAAAAADA/ibeNFBbxfRo/s320/yhst-46822492961077_2031_50074025.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logoride.com/twbifl4flmat.html"&gt;Tweety Bird "All Fired Up" Truck Floor Mats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these aren't ordinary Tweety... these are PISSED Tweety. Ready to kick some ass and get 8 miles to the gallon Tweety. However, I don't think these alone make your car white trash enough (even if you ARE wearing your Mickey Mouse sweat shirt at age 40 or have kermit earrings on)... no, we need accessories. We always need more bling, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.logoride.com/stwhcotwbiwa.html"&gt;Tweety Steering Wheel Grips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about &lt;a href="http://www.logoride.com/sychtwcohiba.html"&gt;Sylvester Chasing Tweety across your front seats&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course no big truck would be complete with a good hitch right? So in case you never use your truck for towing (which I'm sure you don't)... we have this lovely &lt;a href="http://www.logoride.com/twbihipl.html"&gt;hitch and cover&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-46822492961077_2035_39626104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of these themed accessories can be yours for the low low total of.... $100.80 (plus 19.95 in shipping I'm sure) And if there was anything I was gonna spend my 120 dollars on, it should would be this collectors set. I mean, who needs to pay for the electricity in the doublewide anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-4709347927135229153?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/4709347927135229153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-im-not-good-at-staying-on-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4709347927135229153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/4709347927135229153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-im-not-good-at-staying-on-schedule.html' title=''/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SWNkwZLjSiI/AAAAAAAAADA/ibeNFBbxfRo/s72-c/yhst-46822492961077_2031_50074025.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7904986828205124460</id><published>2009-01-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:26:48.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tongue gunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dental hygeine'/><title type='text'>Tooth Lasers for the new year!</title><content type='html'>First, happy new year. As I've been busy celebrating, cooking and fighting to get my heat fixed in my apartment, I missed a day of ridiculous products. Luckily, no one reads this yet, so no one is disappointed. :) For future reference, my goal is a new product every work day. Even a blogger needs her weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... today we have a lovely grooming product. Perhaps your new years resolution is to lose weight, or maybe it's to be nicer, or perhaps it's to drink less coffee. For those of you with the last one, if the reasoning is that your teeth are yellow, well, you're in luck. You don't have to give up coffee when you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SV5S8J9fQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/A1zfz9dwC2I/s1600-h/laser+toothbrush"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SV5S8J9fQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/A1zfz9dwC2I/s320/laser+toothbrush" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286754205998989778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartmiracles.com/p-/MH789/Laser+Toothbrush.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Laser Toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're prone to those unsightly toothbrush splatters on your vanity mirror, and also the gross drips on your work shirt... well, no more. Now you can "clean your teeth with light!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 'super-safe'... so much better than regular safe. Even safe enough for your EYE TISSUE? Wait... so now can I get rid of gingivitis AND take off yesterday's mascara? I'm confused about this comment.&lt;br /&gt;- You 'treat' your teeth for 55 seconds. Can that even laser every tooth in that time? And how does it prevent bad breath? Do you laser the gunk on your tongue (don't lie, you know what I'm talking about. Don't be so uptight)&lt;br /&gt;- What will happen to the ever so lucrative tooth paste industry? What about floss? Do we still have to floss because I hate flossing. I'd totally pay $70 for some laser floss action. Someone work on that one, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until laser floss - I'm laying off. This thing creeps me out. Maybe it's the whole ok to laser your eye thing.. I dunno. But weird. I'll stick with the inspiring beans for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7904986828205124460?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7904986828205124460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/tooth-lasers-for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7904986828205124460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7904986828205124460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/01/tooth-lasers-for-new-year.html' title='Tooth Lasers for the new year!'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SV5S8J9fQdI/AAAAAAAAACc/A1zfz9dwC2I/s72-c/laser+toothbrush' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7151238269665286113</id><published>2008-12-31T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:05:08.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='octopus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>Inspiring Beans</title><content type='html'>Now, if anyone is going to love this product, it's me. Do I love to grow stuff? Yup. I'm a house-plant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;connoisseur&lt;/span&gt;. Do I love being inspired? Yup. I have a 'quote of the day' widget. Don't judge. They're very good. And do I love beans? Oh man, do I love beans. Beans of all kinds. I don't discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could anyone combine these three things? This question has haunted me for years. Thankfully, it's now been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVt2Bwja9oI/AAAAAAAAACM/PuKgofN84Lg/s1600-h/beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285954483276463730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVt7mKqTvnI/AAAAAAAAACU/zbONyb3ap4I/s320/beans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicbeans.us/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic Bean Wishes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(an As Seen on TV Product, none the less)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.magicbeans.us/growing.html"&gt;This video&lt;/a&gt; of the plant growing/revealing its message that you already saw when it was a bean you were planting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.magicbeans.us/prayer_boxes.html"&gt;This gift&lt;/a&gt;... a prayer box with a bean in it. In case you've always had a burning desire to wear a bean around your neck, now you have a fashionable way of doing so.... actually 2 since there are 2 different styles. (Thank God... I just couldn't have a spherical bean prayer box - how gaudy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And a personal favorite... &lt;a href="http://www.magicbeans.us/products.html"&gt;Velour Pouches&lt;/a&gt; with themed beans. Go ahead, click on it. Now... let's pick, um... &lt;em&gt;'Love/Hot'&lt;/em&gt;. Tip: for valentines day get your girlfriend these beans. One of them should say &lt;em&gt;'listen'&lt;/em&gt;... another should say &lt;em&gt;'sex'&lt;/em&gt;. Because when her mom comes over, nothing will make her feel better about you dating her precious daughter than the fact that you're a) growing beans in an apartment b) that the bean is stamped with somewhat innappropriate words and c) that you gave her daughter BEANS for a Valentines gift. (Also good are the '&lt;em&gt;USA&lt;/em&gt;' beans... although they wouldn't make atheists happy... and the &lt;em&gt;'Love/Sweet'&lt;/em&gt;... how they fit "&lt;em&gt;intertwined hearts"&lt;/em&gt; on one bean is anyones guess really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lastly... the shapes. Dinosaurs and safari animals? On my beans? I think I'll stick with coloring books for the kiddies. Although the &lt;a href="http://www.magicbeans.us/aquatic_kit.html"&gt;Octopus bean&lt;/a&gt; (part of the 'aquatic animals' kit) is quite alluring I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902367569958003341-7151238269665286113?l=ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/feeds/7151238269665286113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspiring-beans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7151238269665286113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902367569958003341/posts/default/7151238269665286113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ridiculousproductoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspiring-beans.html' title='Inspiring Beans'/><author><name>Lia-tard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840473724834766306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo_XRCiJ_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZE3hsGfGUUw/S220/liawithballoons.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVt7mKqTvnI/AAAAAAAAACU/zbONyb3ap4I/s72-c/beans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902367569958003341.post-7649048141415443268</id><published>2008-12-30T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:29:07.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crockpots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camoflauge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadkill'/><title type='text'>Hello, welcome, and Camo Cooking</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm late on the blogging deal. Well, I've had many blogs before (is like 4 many? I guess so). But alas, the first two were lame personal journals about myself which honestly, no one wants to read. And the third I just never followed through with. But THIS one, THIS one will stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the new Ridiculous Product of the Day site.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've found a niche for finding absurd and silly products that the internet has to offer, I've decided to stop facebook messaging them to everyone I know and just post them for everyone's enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will start with this, a favorite I stumbled across while reading reviews before buying a normal, kitchen crock pot (In case you're curious, I bought one in silver/stainless steel. Sadly my Target in Boston didn't carry this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo8x3aT-SI/AAAAAAAAABo/dzoMmD_v6yk/s1600-h/camocrockpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285603940058265890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo8x3aT-SI/AAAAAAAAABo/dzoMmD_v6yk/s320/camocrockpot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YRfBkNzgIqw/SVo8x3aT-SI/AAAAAAAAABo/dzoMmD_v6yk/s1600-h/camocrockpot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rival-5-5-Qt-Camo-Crock-Pot/dp/B000XA82EI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=sporting-goods&amp;amp;qid=1230650057&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Rival Camo Crock Pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite selection from the description:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sets well in the kitchen as a stand alone piece or coordinating with the decor. Put it in the cabin and make a statement as to your cooking prowess and commitment."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I keep it in my cabin (obviously I have one of those... next to my trailer), then I can show my cooking prowess? Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eases the communication of 'Would y'all like some deer/squirrel/raccoon/roadkill stew and a Miller high life?' into one short glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can now cook and hunt at the same time since the animals won't be able to see your crock pot. But wouldn't the deer stay away from the smell of their own flesh cooking? One would hope evolution made it THAT far at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Actually named the Camo Crock Pot... maybe the whole word Camoflauge is too hard to spell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Listed under sports and outdoor gear. Pretty sure it still needs a plug. 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