Posted on 08/14/2005 11:49:28 PM PDT by hotciz
Have you heard about this young man who is afflicted with chronic Spontaneous Human Combustion? He discovered that the flames killing him little by little have miraculous healing power.
He wrote a screenplay about his life and published it in his personal website together with an open letter to novelist Stephen King.
It has become a very popular website with lots of visitors from all over the world daily. Everybody's reading his script.
Check out www.burnymadden.com and www.burnymadden.com/blog
His story is very interesting and unique. Grade: A+
Welcome to free Republic, where you can post 2 minutes after you join.... Sigh.
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You are pushing your website and story... which you want $9.95 to download. Right. Looks like fiction to me.
You need to go away. Scat!
BTW: Do you smell anything yet? Hear any sizzling?
Don't think you will be around long.
IBTZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!?????
Nobody cares, troll.
I, for one, like you.
But it'll cost you $0.25.
}:-)4
Your URL isn't even correct. Here is your ZOT! Too bad you were riding a Shetland...
Aim low boys, he's a-ridin' on a Shetland.
"Aim low boys, he's a-ridin' on a Shetland.
A classic line from a classic movie. Glad you knew the line exact.
Here's a sad story:
1919 2 million gallons of molasses "Tidal wave" Boston MA, drowning 21!
Forty minutes past noon on 15 January 1919, a giant wave of molasses raced through Boston. The unseasonably warm temperature (46 degrees) was the final stress needed to cause a gigantic, filled-to-capacity tank to burst. 2,320,000 gallons (14,000 tons) of molasses swept through the streets, causing death and destruction.
Eyewitness reports tell of a "30-foot wall of goo" that smashed buildings and tossed horses, wagons and pool tables about as if they were nothing. Twenty-one people were killed by the brown tidal wave, and 150 more were injured. The chaos and destruction were amplified -- and rescue efforts were hampered -- by the stickiness of the molasses. Those persons attempting to aid others all too often found themselves mired fast in the goo.
The day after the disaster, The New York Times reported:
A dull, muffled roar gave but an instant's warning before the top of the tank was blown into the air. The circular wall broke into two great segments of sheet iron which were pulled in opposite directions. Two million gallons of molasses rushed over the streets and converted into a sticky mass the wreckage of several small buildings which had been smashed by the force of the explosion. The greatest mortality apparently occurred in one of the city buildings where a score of municipal employees were eating their lunch. The building was demolished and the wreckage was hurled fifty yards. The other city building, which had an office on the ground floor and a tenement above, was similarly torn from its foundations.
One of the sections of the tank wall fell on the firehouse which was nearby. The building was crushed and three firemen were buried in the ruins.
Boston is not a city that forgets anything easily. There are those who claim that on a hot summer day in the North End, you can still smell the molass
IBTZ
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Personality type: Sturdy enough to survive an ambush, the Friendly Vac clears a path as delicately as a tank.
Brains: Equipped with ultrasonic sensors designed to follow wall contours, the Friendly Vac evidently prefers to find—and if possible, obliterate—obstacles with its heavy-duty plastic fenders. Scarcely taxing its 16-bit microprocessor, the ’bot plows parallel lines across the room with the single-mindedness of a golem. The smartest feature is a timer that starts the machine up to 12 hours after you program it on a four-button digital touchpad. Set it and get the heck out.
Brawn: With apparent ambitions to be a Zamboni, the RV400 is too massive to crawl under furniture. Though heavy and awkward to lift, it will motor from room to room if you tug on its retractable pull-cord. In action, it consumes all that it meets—coffee grounds, pasta shells—with bone-crunching suction.
Originally posted by Popular Science here.
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