How Bowie Pushed the Boudaires of Looking Wide Eyed, Paralyzed in Fear

How David Bowie pushed the boundaries of gendered fashion

It was the result of his ex-wife's habit of playing dress up with him in a strange attempt to experiment with taking away his manhood. Wisely, he left her.

Captian Lou is Watching You Poop

Cuban Number Stations

They're still at it. Heaven only knows why. The Radio Intrigue log has a list of times and frequensies for their activity in February.

Times in UTC, Freqs in kHz. VO2A 0200 5762 Sat 0800 5898 Fri 1900 12180 Tue-Thu 2000 13380 Tue-Thu M08A 1300 7578 Mon, Tue, Thu, Fri 1400 8097 Tue-Fri 1800 8097 Mon-Wed, Fri 1900 6785 Mon, Wed-Fri 1900 8097 Mon, Wed,Fri 2000 7554 Mon-Fri 2100 6932 Wed, Thu 2200 7519 Mon, Wed, Fri 2200 8009 Thu 2300 8009 Mon, Wed 2300 8135 Tue, Thu-Fri

Cache, cache... It seems Fidel has friends in hidden places it seems.

It's a Polite Way of Saying "Hello, I'm Tedious and Vapid"

Berlin, a city where being individualistic always seems to mean sheepishly following one dingbat style cult or another, is holding a "hipster festival. Gack. Most of them think the former east is charming. In other words: hide the children and the livestock.

From the Chronicles of the Implausible

"Get Your Fresh, Hot Zeppelin Liver Sausage"

Alas, Memory Lane

Ikea's bottled "Swedish Festive Easter Soft Drink"

It wasn't stunningly foul, but tasted oddly familiar. It tastes like the stuff branded as Pepsi that they sold in East Germany.

It's kind of a mild malt flavor. The reason the DDR-licensed Pepsi tasted this way, was because the eastern licence-users refused to pay Pepsi to import the syrup, and wanted the formula. Naturally, the licencees of products such as this didn't see the past behaviour of the COMECON crowd as terribly honest in these matters, and refused.

Nonetheless, even in the worker's paradise, a corporate logo's appeal was even understood by the Nannies-in-Chief of the people.