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Did a Grade-Schooler Just Drop an F-Bomb?

Did a Grade-Schooler Just Drop an F-Bomb?

So I’m watching this Rube Goldberg contraption. It’s the shizzle. It rifles through Newton’s wastebasket, looking for new Laws of Motion after the first three aren’t enough to get the job done. It uses hydraulics, and electromotive force, and combustion, and every darn thing they can lay their hands on in the modern snouthouse. If it’s available at the mall, it’s integrated into the action. The hammer blow to turn on the power strip and start the fan is inspired.

Then, after 6 full minutes of glorious time wasting, you introduce some sort of porcine progeny, a water balloon, and what sounds to my ear like an off-camera F-bomb, followed by a mumbled punchline that spoils the joke.

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Real Men Of Genius, Chapter 143: Radio Controlled Snowplow Jeep

Real Men Of Genius, Chapter 143: Radio Controlled Snowplow Jeep

Here’s to you, Mr.Theresnowayi’mgoingoutsideinslippersandatoqueandshovelingthedrivewaythefootballgameisonandijustgotmysnuggiearrangedjustso.

See, this guy gets it. You buy radio-controlled toys for your kids at Christmastime, and let them play with them for several minutes. Then they get bored and go back to playing  Clash of Clans on their smartphones. Bwahahaha. Now it’s your turn.

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Introducing: The Amazing Rube Slowberg Machine

Introducing: The Amazing Rube Slowberg Machine

 

I’m not sure what I was expecting. When you call something a Rube Slowberg machine, you’ve entered a world of new expectations. Exactly how slow will it be? Will I be alive by the time it finishes? Will any of my grandchildren live to see how it actually ends? Will the inevitable heat-death of the universe interfere with the Rube Slowberg machine, or is that part of it?

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Jiwi Goldberg Machine

Jiwi Goldberg Machine

This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to install a Rube Goldberg in my bedroom. Then again this is the first time I’ve wanted to install anything in my bedroom. I still haven’t got around to setting up my bed, or bringing in any furniture, or unpacking any of my things. I suppose I should stop sleeping on a flattened cardboard box before I consider starting any other major Rube-Goldberg-related projects.

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GOTTA GO FAST

GOTTA GO FAST

I’m not a big fan of racing. I’ve never been very invested in races of any kind. I’ve seen NASCAR, Formula 1, Hydroplane Racing, rally racing, horse racing, dog racing, snail racing, homeless people racing; you name it, I’ve seen it. None of those races ever had me on the edge of my seat. I usually can’t pay attention to them for more than a few minutes without immediately falling asleep, but this race is different. The moment I saw that red marble, I was hooked.

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