Now That is Odd

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So I was surfing last night and the following add caught my eye – not so much because I was looking for “someone  special”, I already have someone very special, but rather the location and numbers caught my eye.

be2 is extolling its virtues for Singaporeans to find their perfect mature partner (I guess that means 30-over in Singapore speak) by simply registering. It noted 43% male members and 57% females (there is something in that itself).

The classic number was 29,131,886 registered members. My goodness, that is huge especially as Singapore only has about 6,000,000 people living in it and I am sure that some of those are under 30. I guess everyone joins here 6 times to get the numbers up!

Bizarre!

Thomo Attacked up the Punjab

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I logged into Facebook this morning and a Facebook security warning came up. Following the prompts I was told that there was a suspicious account access – namely from the location on the map. Facebook then asked me to confirm whether or not it was me.

Well, it was an access from a mobile somewhere up in the Punjab. I’m in Sydney. Yep, definitely not me.

Of course, the thing that had me most confused (and therefore cautious) was that I travel and I have accessed Facebook from Manila and Singapore in recent weeks. This message did not appear then. Does Facebook keep track of the MAC number of the machine you normally access from and when the MAC Address and location do not match, it then looks at the error? I wonder. I will need to consider this more over coming days as I am still feeling a little uncertain ((and if any of you get a shed-load of emails from me offering quick winnings, anatomical enlargements, other anatomical shrinkages or such, let me know as it will mean I have been truly hacked)).

Of course the remarkable piece of timing with this is that yesterday my partner went to the cinema and watched “The Social Network”, a Hollywood interpretation of the Facebook story. Bizarre!

Colonic Plaque

I was watching a show on Zone Reality TV here the other day called The Spa of Embarrassing Illnesses. It is about a bunch of Pommies taken to a really exclusive resort in Spain’s Andulsian mountains for a holistic detox to fix their bad skin, weight, smoking, emotional and other issues.

I won’t go into too many details (or even mention soft parts of the male anatomy) in reference to this other than to point out that one of the treatments was to remove colonic plaque – also called mucoid plaque. Now I don’t want to talk about the plaque itself – that is best covered by medicos (who presumably know a little about what they talk about) and naturopaths and such (who presumably know how to sell the product that they want you to buy).

I will say that if you are interested, the Wikipedia has a balanced discussion at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mucoid_plaque and, er, my favourite debunking site Snopes has a piece discussing colonic plague with reference to John Wayne and Elvis Presley (something has left the building).

No. What tickled my curiosity was the treatment. To clear this crap the treatment was to take about a litre of coffee in a container with a tube out of it and to insert said tube into the rectum whilst laying on your right hand side. Leave the coffee to empty into the bowel and intestine, leave it there for 30 minutes or so and then pass it out. I think they had to do the treatment over a couple of days.

What I want to know is who was it that thought of shoving a cup of coffee up your jacksie as a treatment for emotional issues?