Enough already of the frying
Tourists in America's Death Valley are being asked to stop frying eggs on the road. Visitors to the area which straddles Nevada and California, which is sweltering at the best of times and currently experiencing a heat wave over 50C, are leaving behind a mess of runny eggs, cartons and shells as they look for a photo opportunity. The Huffington Post reports that exasperated officials used the park's Facebook page to urge visitors to keep their experiments in a proper pan, writing "the Death Valley NP maintenance crew has been busy cleaning up eggs cracked directly on the sidewalk, including egg cartons and shells strewn across the parking lot".
Yep, he's a real walkover
News of the Weird Classic: A 48-year-old immigrant from Malta regularly hangs out in various New York City bars, but always on the floor, so he can enjoy his particular passion of being stepped on. "Georgio T." told the New York Times in June (2009) that he has delighted in being stepped on since he was a kid. While one playmate "wanted to be the doctor, [another] wanted to be the carpenter ... I would want to be the carpet." Nowadays, he carries a custom-made rug he can affix to his back (and a sign, Step on Carpet) and may lie face-down for several hours if the bar is busy. (Via New York Times)
A reader writes: Is this a "honey trap" where the council creates a marked parking bay in front of a fire hydrant, thus charging you for parking and can then tow your car away? (Seen in Wolfe St in Central Auckland.)
Found: Paul Henry's Guatemalan doppelgänger
Picture this: Chicken inspired handbag...
Video: A wonderful animated poem by Billy Collins about Forgetfulness. Give it a go. It's short and so sweet.
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