Man is awesome at carnival games

Check this guy out, via Boing Boing:

Since this came up today and since yesterday marked the 10th anniversary of my brother’s death, an anecdote: I’ve mentioned my brother’s competitive streak before, but nowhere did it present itself more vividly or more hilariously than in games of chance at carnivals and amusement parks. He knew they were mostly scams, of course, but he was cocky enough to think he could beat them anyway. It wasn’t for the prizes, it was for the satisfaction of knowing he could outsmart or outwork the dude trying to take his money, either through physics or willpower or sheer force. Sometimes he actually did.

Anyway, one time, somewhere — either at a county fair upstate or Adventureland out on Long Island — my sister, my brother and I enter one of the multi-player games in which there’s always a winner. You probably know the one: Every contestant pays a dollar for a water gun on a hose facing a little target, and once the buzzer sounds you spray the target while a mechanical horse that corresponds to your position hops along a track to the finish. The winner gets some stuffed animal that is demonstrably crappier than the stuffed animals you think you’re going to get.

Chris was always an awesome older brother to both of us, but he was never the type to let us win at anything. So my sister and I decided to team up in the water-gun/horse-race thing — again, not for the stuffed animal, but just for the satisfaction of beating him at something.

As soon as the buzzer sounded, my siblings both fired at their targets and I turned and fired at my brother’s face. It was an amazing shot, too — I got him right in the left eye. But — and this will tell you something about that competitive streak — he didn’t scare or fire back or put the gun down and kick my ass. He just closed his eye and kept shooting. Pretty sure he won, too.

Also tells you something about cancer, I guess.

Stupidity overwhelming

You ever have a day when it feels like the weight of the world’s stupidity is crushing? That’s this day. It seems there’s just an avalanche of stupid thundering down upon me, an unending and unavoidable onslaught of stupid on my TV and in the papers and on the Internet and out in the street, the type of frustrating, mind-numbing stupid that just makes me want to bail on everything and hole up in a basement somewhere and eat Sun Chips and listen to Pet Sounds on repeat.

But that’s not really an option, so I’m going to take a reset and just not mention any of the stupid things I’ve heard or seen or read this morning. Instead I’ll write about Taco Bell in a minute, it being Taco Bell Tuesday and all. For now, watch this monkey mess with these tigers. This monkey’s OK in my book.

Taco Bell Tuesday

Not just Tuesday, Taco Bell Tuesday.

Taco Bell is on fire: Nancy Luna of the OC Register, the nation’s foremost fast-food blogger, reports that Taco Bell has sold over 200 million Doritos Locos Tacos since the product’s launch in March. The Doritoed taco is the brand’s most successful new product ever, and with its success came a 13-percent jump in same-store sales at Taco Bells in the second financial quarter, which sounds impressive but really I have no idea.

Luna sampled two new Doritos Locos Tacos flavors at the Taco Bell test kitchen in Irvine, the Happiest Place on Earth. Click through for her review, or wait for whenever they launch for mine. Taco Bell hasn’t promised a second or third Doritos Locos Taco flavor, but it’s pretty clearly a matter of time. They’ll probably wait until we recover from the Nacho Cheese hook to hit us with the Cool Ranch cross.

With success comes legacy: Not surprisingly given Taco Bell’s growth, this week brings symbols of Mexican-inspired fast-food’s growing global influence. First: In Southern California, the Ventura County star brings word of a handsome longhaired cat named Taco Bell that’s available for adoption. And my, that’s a handsome cat. Taco Bell is 6 years old and he’s a cuddler. He likes to be petted and to have his belly rubbed. Presumably he also likes Taco Bell, but don’t quote me on that. I’ve never owned a cat and have no idea if they should be eating Taco Bell. Do adopt Taco Bell, but do not feed Taco Bell to Taco Bell without first consulting your veterinarian. It might destroy both Taco Bells, Timecop-style.

Second: In the Northern Mariana Islands — easily the most frequently overlooked organized U.S. Territory — a basketball team named KFC/Taco Bell (presumably for a sponsor, but hopefully in loving tribute) exploded for 84 points to dominate Wushin Express, 84-65, in Gualo Rai Invitational Basketball League play. KFC/Taco Bell benefited from 21 points from Ralph Francisco, and from sweet jerseys that I’m pretty sure I could pull off and that would make for a great story, especially if the story were, “Yeah, I write this blog about Taco Bell and this awesome basketball guy from the Northern Mariana Islands found it and sent me his jersey.” Check these out:

Finally: Congrats to Southeastern Missouri Taco Bell employee Tina Bell on the birth of her sun Gunner. As far as I know, neither Glen Bell nor Yum! Foods ever required Taco Bell employees to change their last names to Bell, but they probably should, and this site commends Ms. Bell for pioneering the trend.

Is this woman too pretty for Bethel, Alaska?: At the New York Times, advertising columnist Stuart Elliott investigates a reader’s claim that the following woman looks out of place in Bethel, Alaska:

That is undoubtedly an attractive woman who appears to be enjoying the hell out of her Doritos Locos Taco, and as both the reader and Elliott point out, it’d be pretty bad if the ad agency behind the campaign were employing nefarious tactics in a campaign that came in response to a hoax.

But alas, Elliott reaches out to the agency to learn that “everyone who appeared in the ad were real people in Bethel.” And, really, you knew this: There are beautiful people everywhere, and many of them are reasonable enough to enjoy Taco Bell.

 

NASA scientists to test how the surface of Mars responds to crappy music

NASA has announced plans for a new song by will.i.am to make its debut from the surface of Mars via the Curiosity rover.

The single, “Reach for the Stars,” will be transmitted on Tuesday to Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, Calif., as part of an educational event to share findings about Mars with students.

Peter Gicas, eonline.com.

Wait, seriously? We’re beaming music back from Mars and we can’t do better than the man responsible for “My Humps”? Isn’t Paul McCartney still alive? Could no one convince Kanye West that having the first song BROADCAST FROM MARS was a worthwhile enough pursuit to muscle his way in there?

And for heaven’s sake, did everyone just up and forget about David Bowie?