I have been noticing a curious trend amongst my Facebook “friends”.  I am certain that other people out there have experienced something similar.  Several of the people on my “Friend” list are in fact pre-teen children.  They, like everyone on the site, try to have a clever status; i.e. “Ernie is writing a new blog post” or “Tim is at home chillaxin’”.  Sometimes, though, one of the children will have a status that just doesn’t make any sense to me.  “Betty Sue is eating the best mac & cheese EVER.  Callie just had the best sleep EVER.  Now, naturally I would assume that these statements are deliberate exaggerations; however, I find myself wondering what if they mean it literally?  What  if they just ate the best mac & cheese of all time?

If you are 12 years old and you have just eaten “the best meal EVER”, what are you going to do for the rest of your life?  After that every time you eat it just won’t ever be as good as that one time.  Maybe, if you’re really lucky, you might eventually forget that you have already eaten the best piece of chocolate cake EVER after a couple of decades.  If you’re not so lucky…  I think maybe the only way to combat this would be to raise your expectations to a really high level.  That way you could say you ate a pretty good piece of pizza last night, but not the best one EVER.  Just bear in mind that if you eat/do/say/have a relationship with the best thing EVER early in your life, then it’s all downhill from here.

Update from Tim: Great news! I just located the Best Way To Quit Smoking Ever!!  Now we can help all those twelve year olds that were seduced by the Popeye Candy Cigs and moved from that gateway candy to “hard” candy, the real smokes.

If you find hydrogen explosions, modifications to cars to make them more efficient, and backyard mechanicing to be interesting, read on. Otherwise, you may as well skip this one. But! Who really thinks backyard mechanics exploding things with hydrogen whilst making vehicular modifications boring?

Our little group of backyard masterminds has been working for months on our Hydrogen hho car kits that increase fuel mileage and reduce car emissions. We have tested design after design, and a lot of them worked pretty good but needed a lot of babysitting and tinkering to keep them functioning smoothly. Aron and I worked late into the night in all kids of weather conditions. We went on multiple road trips to test our hho devices. We had some spectacular failures, and found out the hard way to make sure all of our hho generator electrical connections were perfect.

We showed everyone our video of Hydrogen HHO Fun and how explosive the hho gas can be. In fact, we have spent hours and hours ‘researching’ the explosive properties of a hydrogen oxygen mixture. At times we needed ear plugs, and maybe even protective clothing. Our wives just smile (or sometimes frown) and shake their heads as they grab the children and keep them away from the fun. The neighbours probably think I own a shotgun, but I don’t.

Lately we have had the additional hurdle of trying to keep our hho generators from freezing in the incredibly sucky conditions we face in Alberta for, like, three quarters of the year. I am seriously considering moving, so I don’t have to wear 2 pairs of long johns, 2 sweaters and a parka. And that’s just to go to town! I heard it’s nice in places where you don’t freeze down if you stand still too long. In any case, we think we have the freezing problem beat but we need to do a little more testing before we let everyone in on it.

After all of that, we still don’t have an hho kit for sale. I wrote a post at another site discussing where to find hho kits. So everyone that has asked me about buying an hho kit, please look over there for the longer version of this post.

You can also look at this Hydrogen Generator Supply Store. They have a lot of different hho kits, parts for hydrogen generators, plans, valves, sensor kits, and more.

Well, my favourite time of year is nearly here.

No, I don’t mean tax time, but good guess since I really love handing money to our deserving and creatively managed government. How about the way they never waste it or spend it on things like ridiculous modern art? I love our government, as I am sure you love yours.

Nope, not the Chinese New Year, although I will be keeping an eye on the calendar at that time since the 28th is my birthday. Guess again, in case the title of this post didn’t give it away.

That’s right, those awesome Superbowl commercials! I’m sure all of you remember the Blue beaver Beer commercials of years past and you are just as excited as I am. With the huge Blue Beaver fanbase world wide and their amazingly massive market share, I am sure they won’t want to disappoint us and have come up with some brilliant television ad art yet again.

Who can forget that one commercial Blue Beaver came up with where the beaver had a funny hair day and was ridiculed at the hillbilly trailer park? Those skanky women with the tubetops really wouldn’t leave the ‘ole beaver alone. And how about that one where the beavers went shopping at Whalemart and couldn’t find the tail wax? Priceless! Who would have thought that those cruel teenagers would end up in that dumpster!

There are so many good Blue Beaver Beer commercials that I bet every one of you has your own favourite. Feel free to let us know which one you liked in the comment section. And yeah, what is that whole Superbowl thing about anyways? I just watch it for the commercials, so I never did figure out all that game stuff was all about but I guess it must be almost as popular as the ‘ole Blue Beaver itself. If you can explain all the excitement to me, drop me a line or something. There’s a virtual beer in it for you.

Newsflash:  Bizarre Text Messaging Deaths Kill Hundreds – Chain Letter Experts Advise, Keep Forwarding Those Messages or You Might Be Next!

Have you ever received text message junk mail and spam? I have. It used to be my cell phone was mine alone. No wrong numbers, no texts advertising butcher shop meat (of all things!) and no chain letters.

Most of it is your typical “You won a trip to the Bahamas! Phone now to claim your prize!” I usually say, Yeah, as if, and push ‘delete’ with alacrity. That means I push the button with “cheerful readiness, promptness, or willingness” and in this case, almost a little satisfaction at having figured out it is a scam.

Last week, a few of us got curious, so I phoned one such number to see what would happen. We knew I didn’t actually win a trip, since in order to win contests you have to enter some sort of draw. This simple reasoning must be beyond some fools, who fall for scams because they assume that do-gooder text-telemarketers randomly pick their name out of a ginormous hat with billions of names in it, in order to give stuff away without making any money, just out of the goodness of their lily white hearts. But I digress.

A pleasant sounding young man answered the phone with a travel agency kind of name. I told him why I was phoning and he asked me for my location, which I gave since I am working away from home. He then asked me if I could give my name and confirm it with a credit card number “for authentication and prize claim purposes only“. I told him I didn’t have a credit card. He just hung up, didn’t even say goodbye. I guess that means he was legit?

And then there are the chain letter texts. You would think these might be a little shorter than the traditional email version, but not by much. Both of the ones I received actually came in 2 or 3 messages, since they were too long to fit in one. Both sported crap like this:

“Julie didn’t forward this message, and she was in a terrible car accident in which she lost both legs and one hand. But she didn’t lose her cell phone (convenient, eh?), and good thing, too. Because she remembered this message, forwarded it, and later that night she won the lottery!”

and this quality nugget:

“Make sure you send this message in the next 5 minutes and something wonderful will happen. But if you don’t, the only way they will be able to identify your mangled, twisted excuse for a body will be by your titanium navel ring, which your loving mother had engraved with your name for graduation.”

I need a cell phone spam filter. I bet they don’t make those yet.