Monday, October 8, 2007
The Human Can Opener
This is one of my party favorites: The Human Can Opener. I've so far never cut myself. If I ever lose half my face doing this trick, I'll be sure to post some video. Cheers!
Moorhead Bridge Inspections
I'm playing catch-up with getting a couple of my recent YouTube additions into my blog, so here come a couple in a row. If I ever get a real job, I'm going to be in desperate need of an assistant. :D
Sept 25, 2007 3:30pm
Got a call from a friend who said he saw some kind of bridge inspection happening between Fargo and Moorhead, thought I'd see if there was anything interesting to capture. I shot this from the Hjemkomst Center parking lot. Unfortunately, I arrived just as the guy with the clipboard and ghostbuster-style meters was finishing up and leaving.
At least there's some kind of proof it happened. I certainly didn't hear about it on the news, which is odd. I think it's reassuring to see our local transportation safety people being proactive on these issues after what happened in Minneapolis. Kudos.
PS: I should learn to turn the Stern Show off when I'm taping stuff from inside my car. lol
Sept 25, 2007 3:30pm
Got a call from a friend who said he saw some kind of bridge inspection happening between Fargo and Moorhead, thought I'd see if there was anything interesting to capture. I shot this from the Hjemkomst Center parking lot. Unfortunately, I arrived just as the guy with the clipboard and ghostbuster-style meters was finishing up and leaving.
At least there's some kind of proof it happened. I certainly didn't hear about it on the news, which is odd. I think it's reassuring to see our local transportation safety people being proactive on these issues after what happened in Minneapolis. Kudos.
PS: I should learn to turn the Stern Show off when I'm taping stuff from inside my car. lol
Welcome to Kid Commando's Hideout
So this is how it begins...
I ask too many questions. When I was a kid, I got in trouble a lot at home. Not because I was a bad kid, I was a CURIOUS kid. My mom bought me a hand-held cassette recorder when I was 8 years old and, really, I blame her because that's when the trouble began. Trouble for her. Fun for me.
If my older sister brought a date home, I'd be crawling across the floor on my hands and knees like a pre-teen 007 James Bond, planting my recorder and sneaking away. I realize that sounds pervy, but I wasn't thinking pervy. I was thinking about ways to bust her talking about things that would irritate my parents. Later, I'd go over that tape with a fine-tooth comb looking for anything that could be used against her with the folks. If she'd have friends over, I'd plant my recorder and record those conversations and sleepovers too. She thought it was creepy, but it's how I found out she was planning to "borrow" the parents car late one night, without a license, and I was able to use that tape for more than 3 years until she'd finally had enough of the blackmail and declared "PLAY THEM THE TAPE! I DON'T CARE! THEY WON'T CARE!" So I did, and they cared, and the victory was mine. :)
I'm now much older, and little has changed. My hand-held cassette recorder is now a camcorder, but other than that my curiosity and investigative spirit remains. Maybe I'll take my journalism degree and go in that direction when I'm done with school. Tracking down secrets, seeking the truth within a mountain of BS and being as sneaky as humanly possible -- I find great joy in these endeavors. Stay tuned, because you just never know.
Let the games begin...
I ask too many questions. When I was a kid, I got in trouble a lot at home. Not because I was a bad kid, I was a CURIOUS kid. My mom bought me a hand-held cassette recorder when I was 8 years old and, really, I blame her because that's when the trouble began. Trouble for her. Fun for me.
If my older sister brought a date home, I'd be crawling across the floor on my hands and knees like a pre-teen 007 James Bond, planting my recorder and sneaking away. I realize that sounds pervy, but I wasn't thinking pervy. I was thinking about ways to bust her talking about things that would irritate my parents. Later, I'd go over that tape with a fine-tooth comb looking for anything that could be used against her with the folks. If she'd have friends over, I'd plant my recorder and record those conversations and sleepovers too. She thought it was creepy, but it's how I found out she was planning to "borrow" the parents car late one night, without a license, and I was able to use that tape for more than 3 years until she'd finally had enough of the blackmail and declared "PLAY THEM THE TAPE! I DON'T CARE! THEY WON'T CARE!" So I did, and they cared, and the victory was mine. :)
I'm now much older, and little has changed. My hand-held cassette recorder is now a camcorder, but other than that my curiosity and investigative spirit remains. Maybe I'll take my journalism degree and go in that direction when I'm done with school. Tracking down secrets, seeking the truth within a mountain of BS and being as sneaky as humanly possible -- I find great joy in these endeavors. Stay tuned, because you just never know.
Let the games begin...
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