El Pinguin Loco

Okay, so I was going to talk about my day, about how I’ve been looking around for costumes to use in ABZG and about how I’ve been making some important connections, but I can’t bring myself to doing so, seeing how today marks the second birth of Mike, commencing his trip to the select club of world famous birds. Mike has been a great idol for me since the day I learned of his existence, and I simple cannot do anything but let him have all the glory and awe he deserves. So I’m not going to scribble today, but I am going to blatantly copy wikipedia about our favorite chicken.

He’ll be featured more often from this day onwards.

Mike the Headless Chicken

Mike the Headless Chicken (April 1945 – March 1947), also known as Miracle Mike,^[1] was a Wyandotte rooster that lived for 18 months after its head had been mostly cut off. Thought by many to be a hoax, the bird was taken by its owner to the University of Utah in Salt Lake City to establish its authenticity.

Beheading

On September 10, 1945, farmer Lloyd Olsen of Fruita, Colorado, had his mother-in-law around for supper and was sent out to the yard by his wife to bring back a chicken. Olsen chose a five-and-a-half month old cockerel named Mike, but failed to completely decapitate bird. The axe missed the jugular vein, leaving one ear and most of the brain stem intact.

Despite Olsen’s botched handiwork, Mike was still able to balance on a perch and walk clumsily; he even attempted to preen and crow, although he could do neither. After the bird did not die, a surprised Mr. Olsen decided to continue to care permanently for Mike, feeding him a mixture of milk and water via an eyedropper; he was also fed small grains of corn. Mike occasionally choked on his own mucus, which the Olsen family would clear using a syringe.

When used to his new and unusual center of mass, Mike could easily get himself to the highest perches without falling. His crowing, though, was less impressive and consisted of a gurgling sound made in his throat, leaving him unable to crow at dawn. Mike also spent his time preening and attempting to peck for food with his neck.

Being semi-headless did not keep Mike from putting on weight; at the time of his partial beheading he weighed two and a half pounds, but at the time of his death this had increased to nearly eight pounds.

Fame

Once his fame had been established, Mike began a career of touring sideshows in the company of such other creatures as a two-headed calf. He was also photographed for dozens of magazines and papers, featuring in Time and Life magazines. Olsen drew criticism from some for keeping the semi-headless chicken alive.

Mike was on display to the public for an admission cost of 25 cents. At the height of his popularity the chicken earned princely $4,500 USD per month ($50,000 in 2005 dollars) and was valued at $10,000. Olsen’s success resulted in a wave of copycat chicken beheadings, but no other chicken lived for more than a day or two. A pickled chicken head was also on display with Mike, but this was not Mike’s original head, as a cat had already eaten it. Mike was later examined by the officers of several humane societies and was declared to have been free from any suffering.

A children’s playground chant soon emerged:”Mike, Mike, where’s your head? Even without it, you’re not dead!”

Death

In March 1947, at a motel in Phoenix on a stopover while traveling back home from tour, Mike started choking in the middle of the night. As the Olsens had inadvertently left their feeding and cleaning syringes at the sideshow the day before, they were unable to save Mike. Lloyd Olsen claimed that he had sold the bird off, resulting in stories of Mike still touring the country as late as 1949. Other sources, including the Guinness Book of World Records, say that the chicken’s severed esophagus passage could not take in enough air properly to be able to breathe; and therefore choked to death in the motel.

Post mortem, it was determined that the axe blade had missed the carotid artery and a clot had prevented Mike from bleeding to death. Although most of his head was severed, most of his brain stem and one ear was left on his body. Since basic functions (breathing, heart-rate, etc) as well as most of a chicken’s reflex actions are controlled by the brain stem, Mike was able to remain quite healthy.

Legacy in Fruita

Mike the Headless Chicken is now an institution in Fruita, Colorado, with an annual “Mike the Headless Chicken Day”, the third weekend of May, starting in 1999. Events held include the “5K Run Like a Headless Chicken Race”, egg toss, “Pin the Head on the Chicken”, the “Chicken Cluck-Off”, and “Chicken Bingo”, in which chicken droppings on a numbered grid choose the numbers.

Is on. Editing today.

Okay, so I am still editing. But, time and being relative and all taken into consideration, I in fact have no excuse.

I’m not going to write more. For Karma. I’ll put it in today’s daily. And until then, it’s

Loco – Out!

Uch.

Business is killing me. Well, if that is how you refer to being busy all the time. Is it? Because otherwise, I’m beginning to sound like a fool, from the start of this new daily. And we don’t want that, now do we?

You probably do. But I don’t, though. And who’s the one with admin powers, huh? Bar v1ctr0, I am your divide and conquerer! Proverbially, of course. The Chinese still won’t budge.

Editing the previous posts is something I have given up on, because well, it doesn’t seem likely that I am going to have enough time to do so. And I kinda like the feel of it, just imagine years from now (we are once again talking about the relativeness (not a real word) of time, start feeling all warm and special inside), when readers spanning the globe flock together in my modest little blog, going back trough the years, experiencing Einstein first hand, and with each click digging deeper into the by then long forgotten corners of these humble scribbles, discovering a time at which their beloved daily blogger (known only by then as The Supreme Ruler Of The World And Everything Else In Existence) struggled to meet his own strict standards, now that’s worth an anacoluthon if you were to ask me. Which you won’t, because we’ve talked about asking to much, now haven’t we?

Most likely not, as the readers which I have just described will not have read those posts, making time a nice and clean chaotic maelstrom. As it should be!  Adds to the whole ordeal of creating a special time experience with… ah, hard to explain.

Now then… What was I talking about again?

Scrolling rocks. About how I’m no longer planning on editing my earlier posts into long thingies. But I’ll compensate by throwing in some actual stories, aside from the dailies. So, not every daily will be a lengthy one, and from time to time I’m going to even post rather short stuff, but you should consider that… whatever helps you sleep at night.

You won’t be reading less, you’ll be reading more, thanks to the story category (such a lovely rhyme). It’s just, when I can’t post a long daily, I won’t edit it a few days later. It’s better this way, for honesty, authenticity, integrity and karma both.

Also, combining being lazy with being busy is a full time job. And now, until next time, it’s

Loco – Out!

Uch.

I’m currently experiencing a ridiculously severe migraine attack, and until the pain subsides it’s

Loco – Out!

Auch.

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Yesterday’s event was amazing, I’ve even gone and bought me a T-shirt. It’s awesome. What is also awesome, is that my ads today began with “leprechaun”, indicating a strong leprechaunian presence here at this blog. It’s moments like that which make you know you’re doing a good thing with your life.

This post will be short (again) and edited once I’m at uni with my own laptop – I’m currently using my bro’s ‘top without permission – and is only posted today because, well, the words today and daily share some commonalities.

There’s a Jackass marathon on, and it ends at midnight, or tomorrow if you will. And yes, until then it’s

Loco – Out!

Uch.

My site admin dashboard claims that I have thirteen posts and one comment. My Comments section, on the other hand, disagrees. However, I have no shirt on at this point in time. Welcome to the blog!
I’m using my old Packard Bell again to write this daily, so it won’t be really long, but that’s okay, seeing how I already have plans. I’m in the middle of dressing up to go to this here event:
Sat 5 sept- European brutal tour
SVART CROWN- Black/Death Metal from France
FRACTURED INSANITY- Death Metal from Belgium
DISDAINED- Death Metal from Servië
Start: 19h!!!
It’s held by my favorite bar, De Metaelen Oek, which is commonly referred to by my friends as “a bar for long haired folks”. I quite like the lemma.
I’ve only got like ten more minutes to get ready, and stay steady, but that’s more than enough time for me to squeeze in a today’s daily scribble. It will more than likely be lengthened at some later day anyways.
Inglorious Basterds was an amazing flick, by the way, and it almost made me stand up and applaud. I did clap several times, out of gesture. You should see it, own it, and spread around the world the word of it’s existence. Like Jesus did, with God.
I think.
Well, there shall be plenty of time for theological discussions later, but now, I really should get back to getting ready (and staying steady). If you’re reading this, be sure to use that comment thingy, so that my dashboard can stick it to the comments section, and until that happens it’s
Loco – Out!
Uch.

That’s when I want to be in the disco. Or at that rumble, if somebody would be kind enough to finally explain to me, once and for all, just what the frak that actually stands for.
I’m not real bright, you see. Not like Arne, anyways.
Do you remember Arne? The very smart kid who accompanied me some time back? If not, read through some previous posts. If you can find any, that is, because due to the laptop being at the shop, previous posts might be a tad to small to see. I know, I know, I’m over-exaggerating (spell checked that word right there) again, but it’s just not my style to write short, well crafted and clear posts. I’m more of a chaotic say everything you can being grammatically questionable and using tons of words that kinda mean the same thing kind of writer. Some people like it.

Mainly the ones residing in my caput. Which is, I hope, Latin for ‘head’. You should know that from this point on.

The point was proverbial, by the way, and did not refer to the small dot following the word ‘on’. Just so we’re clear on this.

Anyways, today’s short scribble. I was at work today, where an old yet familiar face made a re-appearance on the store floor. The man, drunk as usual, claims to only speak English (but he understands Dutch just fine), to be richer than the sea is deep (a proverb which is slowly losing it’s meaning, due to global heating up (or something (lots of brackets, would you say? (I’m just over doing it on purpose, now…)))) and he also shouts a lot. This man usually buys shiny things for one of his wives in one of his palaces, be it in Canada, Africa or Jamaica, or to allegedly sell them at much higher prices to make a monster profit. He returns these items withing the next hour, asking for his money back, with a pint of beer added to his odoriferous breath. He also swears more the second time. Nobody likes this man. More about him later, when I get my laptop back.

I’m using my brother’s laptop to type this, be the double-you. I know that won’t be how that’s spelled, but I do not have time to look up the correct character order.

Also, the region’s boss visited us today (which we knew about in advance after receiving a fax intended for the big boss by mistake, including the region head’s planning, but we didn’t tell anyone about that… you know how these things go) to say here fare-thee-wells, because she is leaving us to go work with better people. We never liked her, and the feeling was mutual, so there was much rejoice! Yay.

In other news, my ads are back online! AdBrite told me, back when I first requested them, that there wasn’t enough content on the page (duh), but now that I’m keeping word on these dailies, I can start to make some monies as well. And thanks to v1ctr0 being the altruistic charitable do gooder we all know him to be, I get to keep my earnings. It was part of the contest that bagged me this sweet blog, actually.

Respect to pigamer, they rock. Or rule. Or anything similar, for that matter.

Later this day, I will be going to catch a movie focused around the Nazi killing business, and I will probably look for enlightenment at the bottom of a glass beverage container as well. Not that I am a heavy drinker, though, in fact, I’m quite skinny. I will also need to up my karma ratings, because yesterday I tried to make my yearly appointment with the barber (I’ve got long hair, religious reasons, sort of speak), only to find out she has broken her ankle and won’t be cutting anything but some slacks, for about two more weeks. Ouch, I know. So either karma is disappointed with me, or is trying to get me to realize I should cut the hair. Or to go to a new barbershop, that’s like my plan B.

C. I suck at spelling.

But be that as it may, I’ll still need some karma points. Can’t have enough of those, really. So that should keep me busy at for a good while, until it’s time for the next scribble. I’ll keep you guys informed, don’t worry. But, until I get my karma up where it belongs, I guess it’s

Loco – Out!

Uch.

My laptop will not be fixed for about one or two weeks. Which is actually good news, considering how my Zen will take up to four to six weeks, if I’m lucky. Apparently, Creative does not have a very good tech support.
I’m typing this scribble using my trusty Packard Bell personal computer, which could be (easily) ten years old. It’s still a great forty gigabyte ass kicking marvel of modern ingenuity, but as it is with everything old, my dear elderly mechanical companion has gotten dreadfully slow. To such an extend, in fact, that I can watch myself type in a wonderful slow motion method, if so desired. The dear old fella also freezes for several seconds at random intervals, usually when trying to open a second program or when activating a plugin, but it does not require these additional stresses on it’s interface to effectively dose of from time to time. It’s a lot like grandpa, come to think about it.

I spend the better portion of the day in the virtual surroundings of Halo: Combat Evolved with a good friend of mine, as we have embarked on the fun little quest to complete all three games in cooperative mode, on Legendary. It’s a real friendship tester, and as it turns out, Thomas knows his way around the Hog’s mounted gun better than I would have given him credit for. He is not, however, capable of seeing the clear difference between his friend and companion, a true SPARTAN taking out a mounted gun with a devastating blow from the melee part of the Assault Rife, and a Covenant Elite (Sangheili, for the pros) through the scope of his nightvision equipped sniper riffle.

In short, he blew me brains out.

But anyways, seeing how typing ‘real’ posts, long enough to meet my standards, that is, has become quite impossible, I’m going to leave it at that and just post short daily scribbles for as long as I can gain access to the internets. But the delay in letter appearance is making for a hell of a lot of typos, and spell checking seems to be out of the question for the time being, so don’t get your hopes up.

Looks like I’ll be spending my first week in Leuven (at university) editing and proof reading every post from the last three weeks… I’m going to pretend I like writing and hope for the best, I think.

I’ll be back tomorrow, getting annoyed by my computing speed, which is – I think – to low to measure. I’ll look into that. So, until I get those results, it is (predictably)

Loco – Out!

Uch.

Dark times ahead lads. I have caved and am now kneeling to the laptop gods A’arhannii and Shoyjshubhâ, praying that they help my ‘top get fixed real soon. The constant freezing when I plug it in has become unbearable, and it has now started to affect dailies as well. So I’m taking it, and my Zen as well (check some earlier post for little details about that) to the respective stores in which I purchased the now broken down items, hoping that they can work some magic on them, reviving my downed friends.
I have no idea how long this will take, or if I will even see them again. Yes, I am quite saddened, but shall not cry. One of us needs to be strong, or we’ll all cave.

I’ve got access to other computers besides my ‘top, so the blog will still be updated daily, don’t worry about that part, editing may take a wee bit longer and the posts will be a tad shorter than I’d like, but we’ll just have to make due.
Hoping to have my ‘top back before I move of to uni, but until I do it’s (and who knows for how long)
Loco – Out!

Uch.