Changing email address, address changes, rising from the dead, El Pollo Loco Mexican Beans

I'm currently in the process of copying all my Yahoo contacts over to my Gmail address book. Wish I saved that email I wrote to Corey a long time ago when he practically demanded that I write him six pages of why he rocked so much... maybe he still has it somewhere, so I'll ask him later. Would be fun to have just for posterity, haha. :P I don't even have Trillian on at the moment... and speaking of, I just heard this cool HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE radio show with mattresses and Arthur Dent and such. Makes me want to reclaim my Douglas Adams "Trilogy of 4" book from my brother, hehe.


List of Places Where I Should Change My Email Address

LiveJournal
GreatestJournal (and my communities)
Blogger
Our Place
MySpace
Photobucket
A Word A Day
Morbid Fact Du Jour
IMDB
Geek Forums
Allmusic
Audioscrobbler
OK Cupid
Silly Buddies
Shoppers Optimum (Shoppers Drug Mart)
Save-On More (Save-On Foods)
Aeroplan
Air Miles
ArcaMax
MozillaZine forums
Zenhex
Charles Kessler's Tricks and Trinkets
Bizarre News
Baby's Named A Bad, Bad Thing
Rock 101
Heroic Stories
This Is True
Stella Awards
Bonehead Awards
Evite

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Speaking of death (or almost), I nearly fell while slipping on the carpet under my bathroom sink. I swear that's how I'll actually die. :P


Today's Unlikely Yet Truly Morbid Fact!

On May 8, 1936, Ralph Neves' life was cut tragically short at Bay Meadows Racecourse, near San Francisco, California. The 19-year-old jockey was coming into the final stretch of the third race of the day when his horse, Fannikins, tripped. She and her rider crashed through the wooden fence. Fannikins was unharmed, but Neves, who had not only broken his own mount's fall, but had also been trampled by four other horses, was dead. The track physician, assisted by two doctors who had come down from the stands when they saw Neves fall, loaded the body into an ambulance, and the race announcer called for a moment of silence. But the shocked, grieving spectators had underestimated Neves.

Doctors at the hospital did everything they could think of to revive Neves, but to no avail. By the time his friend Dr. Horace Stevens arrived, he had already been toe-tagged and sent to the morgue. Stevens, though, was not quite ready to give up. He administered a shot of adrenaline directly into Neves' heart. It had no effect. Sadly, he replaced the white sheet that covered his friend's lifeless body, and left him there. Had he waited just a few more minutes, he would have witnessed a miracle. The dead jockey arose from the chilly slab, shirtless, bloodied, shrouded in the morgue sheet and wearing a single boot. He staggered out of the hospital and hailed a cab to take him back to the racetrack.

Pandemonium broke out as Neves sprinted past the grandstand at Bay Meadows, half-dressed and still trailing his toe tag. "At one point," he said later, "I think everyone on the damn track was chasing me." He fought his way through the crowd and burst into the jockeys' room, where his colleagues were conducting a collection for his widow. She fainted at the sight of her newly resurrected husband, standing in the doorway demanding to be allowed to ride.

He insisted that he didn't feel dead, but the stewards still refused to let him compete again that day. The following day, though, he rode five winners and claimed the meet's top prize -- a $500 watch donated by Bing Crosby.

Neves' dramatic recovery was typical of Neves at Santa Anita "The Portuguese Pepperpot," a man whom fellow jockey Charlie Whittington once described as "wilder than a peach orchard boar." Neves rode for 28 more years, racking up nearly 4,000 wins on more than 25,000 horses. In 1960, he was inducted into the National Museum of Racing's Hall of Fame. He died in his sleep in 1995, at the age of 79. He did not rise again.

Culled from: News of the Odd
Generously submitted by: Ladyfreud

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I love this crazy story. My favorite part? When he sprinted past the grandstand "half-dressed and still trailing his toe tag." What a classic image that is!

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Morbid Gaming Du Jour!

KelShubert writes:

"I don't know if you have heard of the games The Sims and The Sims 2 for PC. If you haven't, I have been playing it for a few years now and love it. You can make people and control their lives in this game. You can make them fight, slap each other, make them argue, kill them, etc. I have downloads from sites though that make the game more interesting. I made a serial killer who killed people (even children) by luring them into his "castle" and then taking the door away from them. They starved, drowned, and were scared "to death" by ghosts. It was quite fun. I just thought you could be interested. Here are a few morbid sites for downloads:

GRIM SIMS (Halloween / Goth objects - beds, etc.)

KILLERSIMS SHOPPING CENTER

KILLERSIMS graveyard

NightTime Sims

7 Deadly Sims

Heavy Red Sims (This site is maintained by the owner of Living Dead Dolls

"Some of this stuff is just fun to look at."

Thanks for the suggestion. It's always good to hear from someone who truly understands what games like The Sims are really all about!

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Morbid Sightseeing Link Du Jour!

Here's a great site which explores the neglected remains of London: Derelict London


El Pollo Loco Mexican Beans

Recipe By: Greg Young of El Pollo Loco via L.A. Times
Serving Size: 6 Preparation Time: 0:30
Categories: Beans and Legumes, California, Mexican Side Dishes, Low Fat

Amount Measure Ingredient -- Preparation Method

1 tablespoon vegetable oil
1 whole Serrano chili pepper
1/4 teaspoon Serrano chili peppers -- ground
1 28-oz. can pinto beans
1/3 cup water


Heat oil and whole chili pepper in saucepan. When chili is tender, add ground chili peppers / beans / water. Stir well. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer 10 to 15 minutes.