Remember Pigs In Space?

Our pals at Bacon Salt did. And, from the Department Of “Damn, We Wish We’d Thought of that,” it inspired them to redefine the term “product launch.” As in, Bacon Salt is blasting into frickin’ space.

(OK,  more like, “they tied a cooler to a weather balloon.” Still…pretty rad.)

Behold Spacon-1, Interstellar Pork Delivery Vehicle – coupled to a 100,000 ft-rated weather balloon, equipped with a parachute system for re-entry, GoPro camera to record flight and GPS tracking device for recovery.

 

Sadly, the launch vehicle suffered a mission failure. (It popped.)

But still, they got to wear spacesuits.

We especially enjoyed Mission Control’s reaction to the vehicle failure:

Mortar salutes you, Bacon Salt. Today, bacon has reached out, and touched the face of God.

(Who, quite likely, would now liketh a washcloth.)

What’s good, y’all?

This is: Eat24’s app is finally available for free downloadage! Now not only do you not have to cook or shop or even get up…you don’t even have to go over to the computer. USA! USA! USA!

Feel free to make merry and feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and… you get the idea.

…and there was much rejoicing.

In other news: It’s now more illegal to carry 16 ounces of soda in New York City than 25 grams of marijuana.
Pardon us, Mayor Bloomberg, but between the reverse-weed-crackdown and Eat24’s new app, your iron-fisted soda sanctions aren’t gonna do much about obesity. That horse has left the proverbial barn. (And was delicious.)

In other-other news: Canada! Still weird. But in a good way.

And finally, if you found it even more difficult than usual to hold Mark’s attention this week, cut the lad some slack. His mind was on Her Majesty’s Diamond Jubilee, and who can blame him?

Right, we’re off to Mays Field. Between our drunken spirited exhortations, Barry Zito’s curveball and Siri’s wise counsel we hope the local nine have what they need to smite their enemies. (Who hath been naughty in our sight.)  Go Giants!

Dunh, dunh, dunh, dunh, dunh dunh, dunh, dunh dunh.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a man named George wanted to build a massively sized, commercially outfitted movie studio in Marin County.

Normally, the neighbors would respond with a big fat “F U,” but this man happened to be the creator of a ludicrously successful space opera you may have heard of. So the neighbors had to be somewhat civil about it, and funnel their complaints through the local homeowners association. This is Marin, where the residents break out in hives at the sight of a Starbucks. You can imagine their reaction to the prospect of years of nearby construction activity, not to mention the increased foot traffic the movie studio would bring.

After 25 years of vehement resistance from the locals, Mr. Lucas decided to abandon the studio construction altogether. And in the end, all that whining led to the birth of a beautiful idea. Lucas now plans to transform the property into affordable housing for low-income families or seniors. Talk about a turn for the better.

And who is Lucas working with to make this goodness happen? None other than our friends at the Marin Community Foundation. Looks like that pretty website we made for them years ago is still reaping fruitful returns. As always, MCF is a living example of how change happens. And we heartily approve.

Just please promise us the doorman will be Chewbacca.

We love a good surprise. Especially ones that puts us in the same hemisphere as hobbits. Check what happens when you ask for walking directions from “The Shire” to “Mordor” in Google Maps:

Lord of the Rings fans will share in our gigglish glee. We admit, those Googlers can get preet-ty clever. But sometimes, the joke’s on them. Someone with far too much time on his hands found a way to turn Google Translate into a beatbox machine. Perfect way to spend a Friday afternoon.

Remember: One does not simply walk into Mortar.