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Via nick I came across something truly bizarre tonight.

It’s a man named Ashida Kim. Based on his website, he appears to be some kind of ninja, who operates a publishing company called Dojo Press. This is one of the books he’s written:

On his website, he has a link to an “official shit list” with all sorts of bizarre accusations. Who’s on this shit list?

Jimmy Wales and all of Wikipedia. Also, publishers called Paladin Press and Citadel Press. Apparently they withheld author royalties from him or something.

Confused yet? Me too.

But these guys better be careful. This guy is a certified ninja warrior. Here’s the flap summary of one his books titled “21st Century Weapons of the NINJA”:

Ninja Master Ashida Kim demonstrates two of the most likely weapons man will face as mankind moves out into space in the new millennia.

ALIEN HORN SPEAR-
Based on the principles of how an alien beast might use its horns, this stainless steel double ended weapon might be used by any warrior race ravaging the universe.

LASER SWORD-
Man, or some similar alien species, will almost find a method of harnessing Light Amplified by Stimulated Emission of Radiation into a coherent beam that can be used much in the manner of a 20th century sword.

And don’t think it stops there. You absolutely have to watch this Youtube video embedded below in which he demonstrates his laser sword skills:

The New York Times Magazine published an article in January about a new phenomena called “naked parties” at Ivy League schools.

Following in that tradition, they published an article this Sunday about another new trend: campus porn magazines

Aaron Foster, a junior majoring in history at the University of Massachusetts in Boston, was browsing Craigslist one day in 2005 when he saw an ad for nude models. It had been posted by Boink, a glossy new sex magazine by and about college students founded by Alecia Oleyourryk, then a senior at nearby Boston University, and Christopher Anderson, a software consultant in his 30s moonlighting as a photographer. “You’re going to pay me $200, and all I have to do is pretend to be with a chick — you’re going to pay me to do that?” was how Foster, now 24, a slim, dark-haired former marine with pierced nipples and tattoos of raking animal claws on his back, described his reaction.

As a recent college graduate, I don’t know how it would be possible to pose nude for a magazine and then walk into a classroom knowing several people in it have seen you nude. However, I can see how this kind of porn (if that’s what you want to call it, some magazines take a more artsy approach) would be very popular on college campuses. As the article indicates, seeing a porn star you’ll never meet is much less exciting than seeing porn with a person you might pass on the way to class.

As Clive Thompson reports, a radiologist named Brian Witcombe wondered what we all have at some point: How dangerous is it to swallow a sword? So he studied 110 sword swallowers and published it in the British Medical Journal.

“Major complications,” he concluded, “are more likely when the swallower is distracted or swallows multiple or unusual swords or when previous injury is present.”

If you’re interested in learning how to swallow swords, it describes the techniques of doing so:

Some respondents swallowed a sword easily, but mastery for most required daily practice over months or years. The gag reflex is desensitised, sometimes by repeatedly putting fingers down the throat, but other objects are used including spoons, paint brushes, knitting needles, and plastic tubes before the swallower commonly progresses to a bent wire coat hanger. The performer must then learn to align a sword with the upper oesophageal sphincter with the neck hyper-extended. The next step requires relaxation of the pharynx and oesophagus and particularly the horizontal fibres of cricopharyngeus, which are not usually under voluntary control.

As Thompson wrote: “I read many scientific studies that get me excited — but I’ve never encountered one that so frequently made me wince.”

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This is just bizarre. A man hired a broker to sell his apartment for him, and when he came home, he found that she had urinated and defecated all over his furniture and turned his house into a satanic temple:

“I was ambushed. She came out of that closet like a lunatic. She was naked holding my mother’s vase in one hand and a towel in another and screaming all this nonsense,” Farash, 44, told The Post.

“Portions of my house were turned into . . . a satanic temple . . . like some sort of witchcraft. I was in shock. You’re talking about your home - you’re talking about your real-estate broker.”

The man is suing the agency she worked for. I’m not surprised. Here’s the satanic woman in question:

via nick