“John Kanzius didn’t have a background in science or medicine.  He didn’t even have a college degree.  What he did have was a deadly form of leukemia.”  And he decided to do something about it.  Kanzius, using his expertise in the radio business, built a machine that essentially melts cancerous cells using radio waves.  It does not harm other cells in the body the way chemotherapy does.

In January of ‘08, Kanzius had gone through 36 rounds of chemo, was weak, sick, and close to death.  By summer of last year, he was playing 18 holes of golf a day.  Though Kanzius died earlier this year, millions of dollars have since been attached to his cancer project, which is being further developed in labs by guys who went to grad school for decades.

Via Gizmodo.

Pretty funny video today: if we have the shampoo out here, then what is Wesley using to wash his hair???  ”Eve!”  ”What?”  ”EVE!”

Not really the kid’s fault.  ”Summer’s Eve” sounds like a completely generic soap-product name and to figure out the term “feminine wash,” you have to be euphemizing at a solid tenth-grade level.  Happens to the savviest of us kids.  I remember them well, the corrections of mom and dad: that’s not toothpaste, that’s frosting!  That’s not cream of mushroom soup you’re eating, that’s lead paint (eggshell white)!  That’s not Wall-E, that’s Event Horizon!  That’s not an invisible friend who lives on our roof, that’s another reason for us to ask our provider about kids’ mental health insurance plans!

Besides, am I the only one who thinks women have kind of monopolized the scent of a summer’s eve?  I, a man, might have wanted to smell like the best time of day during the best season, except some clown in Dove marketing had to make it a genitals thing.  Despite what (sexist) ad campaigns by Big Deodorant tell you, men don’t only want to smell like crime-fighting steamship captains.   Continue »

Good sport here for big guys with small wives: Wife Carrying.

A Maine man carried his 97-pound wife over a muddy water hole, two logs and other obstacles in less than a minute to win the 10th annual North American Wife Carrying Championship.

Dave and Lacey Castro, of Lewiston, were among 41 entries from 11 states in Saturday’s 278-yard run at the Sunday River ski resort in Newry. Their time was 54.45 seconds.

“North American,” see.  This has “Canada” written all over it.  Still, it’s worth it to work out those wife carrying muscles and perfect your most ergonomically salutary wife carrying position, because the prizes are legit.  Also, some video, after the jump.   Continue »

When the kids say, “I don’t want to take a bath!” they kind of have a point.  Why would you want to be lapping up soap scum and soaking in your own human brine?  Siiiick.  If I want to get pathogens on me, I’ll just eat bacon (don’t you even read CNN.com?).  Baths are kind of gross, more so than anyone really gives them credit for.  Shower power!  I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t have a bathtub, so forget that nonsense.  Marisa Miller, however, definitely has a bathtub – and she knows how to use it.  Kind of.  She’s mostly just blowing bubbles and looking at herself in the wall-length mirror.  You probably would be too, if you were Marisa Miller.  You would probably just have mirrors partitioning the rooms of your house instead of walls.  So that you could always look at yourself wearing makeup in the bathtub.

These shots are from a coffee-table book called Room 23 (that is the bathroom, obviously), and were taken from a GQ photoshoot earlier this year.   Continue »

Ray Kurzweil, author, engineer, and all-around Science Guy (this is actually an academic laurel one can earn a la “Juris Doctor”), has lately taken to prophesying about the brave new robot-controlled future ahead of us.  But it’s OK that the future will belong to robots.  Because the robots… will be us.

“I and many other scientists now believe that in around 20 years we will have the means to reprogramme our bodies’ stone-age software so we can halt, then reverse, ageing. Then nanotechnology will let us live for ever.”

Ray Kurzweil is 61, so you can imagine he’s leaning pretty hard on that Centrum Silver and throwing down some serious diet-and-exercise game right now.  Otherwise, there will not be a more pissed-off man on his deathbed.  But living forever is just one of the advantages of becoming cyborgs.  There’s also the “virtual sex“…   Continue »

Fun new activity for tourists in Arizona – “The Polygamy Experience: A Guided Tour of Colorado City.”  The four hour tour lets visitors get a close-up look at a community where the favorite pastime is “marriage” and the favorite number of wives per man is “as many as possible.”

The four-hour tour includes chats with the polygamists, who are members of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, a sect of rogue Mormons who still practice wife-collecting (aside: give them credit for actually putting the word “fundamentalist” in the title of their religious organization.  Might as well own it!).  The main Mormon church is not particularly happy with this new tourism initiative…   Continue »

TheyFit is a condom company in Europe that makes bespoke condoms for the gentleman who requires – nay, demands – a sheath of precision to complement the length and girth of his gentlemanliness in the most exact and judicious manner possible.

And now, a handy sizing chart (the “CONDOMania FIT KIT”).  Print it out and take it to the party tonight for a fun conversation starter – no girls allowed!  Talk to me when you start making an X27, TheyFit.  (Self-high-five!)  I like how the measurements go from “wide” to “wider” and “long” to “longer.”  No one has to have a small penis that way!  Just like how you can only order your Starbucks coffee in Tall, Venti, and Hella Venti or whatever.

Via Gizmodo.  Here’s the full-size PDF.

So the fellas are warming up around the mound.  Big game today in Kansas City.  Some stretching, maybe some psyching up going on before the first inning.  George Brett decides to inject a little levity with a favorite dirty anecdote of his.  The teammates gather ’round to listen.  A sex story, maybe?  Sotted shenanigans?

Nope, it’s a poop story.  Probably didn’t mean for the mic to pick this one up!  But now St. Internet has remixed and Auto-Tuned it for us.  This is definitely today’s funniest thing.  Video, after the jump.   Continue »

When times get tough (recesssssionnnn!), people turn to risky sex behaviors, sometime to “cope” (hmm), but more likely to put some money under the ol’ mattress or some narcotics into the ol’ bloodstream.  This, coupled with a sharp rise in the disease since 2000, has made 2009 a banner year for syphilis.  Between 2000 and 2007, incidences of the STD doubled nationwide, and in Forsythe County, N.C., the number of outbreaks has tripled since just last year.  This has not been uncommon in the rural South, recently.

Savvy local health officials in that state knew that sometimes the cure is the disease, or at least a disease.  It’s like fighting fire with fire, except the strategy here is to fight syphilis with diabetes.  New campaigns are offering an incentive for taking the swab to your urethra: all the McDonald’s you can eat for $10 or all the marshmallows/cordless phones/guns you can buy at Wal-Mart for $10.  Is the free gift card system working?   Continue »

Russell Crowe is both healthy and unhealthy at the same time.  Think about it: which do you imagine more naturally, Russell Crowe headbutting a punching bag repeatedly or Russell Crowe devouring a sloppy joe and two tins of Skoal?  Equally natural.  So I LOLed when I read this:

The story took a shot at Crowe’s fitness after he was photographed puffing on a fag while cycling in Sydney. After the bike ride he tucked into a plate of tacos.

Ha!  He would!  Of course, he would also take the insult completely poorly because Russell Crowe is that guy at the bar who wants to get in your face when everyone else is just trying to joke around and have a good time.  ”Joking around and having a good time” is not in everyone’s skill set, and I realize that.  There will always be a guy who wants you to come and say that thing about Irish people to his face because he’s a quarter Irish.  Geez, guy.  We’re all a quarter Irish.  This is America and those folks spent like two hundred years here stumbling from bar to bar not believing in contraception.

Anyway, Russell Crowe gave the reporter the Russell Crowe Ride Or Die Challenge, ATJ:   Continue »