Revenge Thru Robotics*

Super Coke Pots

2008-11-22T20:34:00.003Z

After a long morning of battling the masses shopping for their Thanksgiving dinner, I finally make it home with a very neat find. Coca-Cola’s Holiday 2008 bottles that are in the shape of, what I think was intended to be, a glass ball tree ornament.

I seen these in the store from a few hundred feet away and instantly I saw something different. It looks to me as if I found a grand stock pile of Super Healing Potions. See for yourself.

I got a good number of them to give to my local WoW friends and to drink myself. The shape of the bottle doesn't make for good flow, so it’s a little difficult to drink. My wife made the best comment by saying if only Pepsi did the same thing, then she would have her Super Mana Potions.

Silly casters.

2007-05-15T19:53:00.000+01:00

For years I have been using this system to focus myself while I'm low on energy or just flat out tired.

I call it the "fakir nap".

To start out you have to understand what I mean by "letting go". Close your eyes and think about anything other then what you are doing or where you are at this second.

Let yourself go, then as soon as you feel your self slip out, jerk your body and violently snap "awake" and act like your worried that you overslept. Go as far as to scramble for the time. If done right you will be fully awake.

How to make a penny worth two cents.

2007-03-16T16:36:00.000Z

In the middle of 1982, the US mint changed the composition of a penny from 95% copper and 5% zinc to 97.6% zinc and 2.4% copper. The change was made to reduce the cost of the raw metal back down closer to one cent. Every penny made before 1982 is still made with more then one cent worth of copper.

How much is the older penny worth?

We know that a penny from 1962 to mid 1982 weights about 3.04 grams and copper on the open market goes for $2.97175 per lbs. (as of 03/15/2007).

After a good talk with our BFF, “OMGMATH” we see each penny can be melted down and sold for almost $.02 at current copper prices. Now that you have all your old pennies collected, you have to find somewhere to sell them. Find your local recycling center and ask them about selling scrap copper. They will give you a price that you will find to still be above one cent per penny. The trick to selling these pennies as scrap is you have to melt them down into blocks or bars before you take them to the recycling center.

Most people will think at this point that melting of metal is beyond their ability. You can make a simple forge out of a shop-vac and store bought charcoal with the ability to get hot enough to melt copper (about 1083 degrees Celsius). There are tons of resources online. Pick one and go with it.

Keep in mind, destroying us currency is illegal, but thats only because they are haters and don't want you to get paid!

Resource for copper prices found HERE

Ninja Gaijin's Guide To Surviving Total Zombie Armageddon.

2007-02-25T17:38:00.000Z

Okay, you've all heard about it, and we KNOW it's gonna happen.
You might say "But Ninja Gaijin, that shit's whack. It will
never happen" Bullshit! I'll be happy to put a load
of buckshot into your dumbass when you get bitten and become one
of them.

For those of you wise enough to listen to me, heed these simple tips,
and I'll see you after the Apocolypse, survivor.

1) This is NOT like the movies. These zombies will fuck you up for
real. Give it 110%, like you're fighting Hulk Hogan for the belt.
You don't give it you all, your ass is grass.

2) This one is simple. Take $200 dollars. Go buy a shotgun. Right now! I suggest a 12 guage pump action, but the double barrel sawed-off works fine if you're not a pussy. Buy a box of buckshot shells. Slugs aren't as useful on the undead as buckshot.

3) Always, always, ALWAYS aim for the head! Anything else is a waste.

4) Put some sort of improvised weapon in every room of your house.
I don't care if it's just a crowbar you keep in the bathroom, it'll
save your ass should the zombies catch you slippin'.

5) Even if you are a black-belt in Kung-Fu, or whatever, do NOT
try to engage the zombies in hand to hand combat unless you have
absolutely no choice. They have the strength of hell, and they will
fuck your frail human form up.

6) Cellphones will be useless during this period. I suggest you
invest in some 2 way radios, and give one to each of your friends
you are pretty sure will survive.

7) Form a rally point. Hardware stores, malls, and supermarkets are
best, and easily defendable, not to mention well stocked. Just be
aware, however, you will most likely have to clear the place out
of zombies inside. Not to mention, other survivors will have the
same plan you have. Be there first, and be better armed.

8) Unless you drive an industrial bulldozer or a MAC truck, you
will NOT be able to smash through large masses of zombies. They
will simply stop your car and fuck you up for being dumb.

9) Learn how to make pipe-bombs and/or napalm. These simple field
expedient weapons can save your ass, if applied correctly.

10) Last, but certainly not least, make REALLY good friends with an
airplane pilot. He may be your only chance to get out of this overrun
country and to somewhere safe, like Jamaica.

Failure to follow these simple rules will probably result in you
getting your ass handed to you by the legions of the dead. If
that happens, you deserve it, and I'll see you on the business
end of my Mossberg Persuader.

Thank you for my time,

Ninja Gaijin

My Pole.

2007-02-10T20:34:00.001Z

Last week, I received a certified letter in the mail inviting me to a meeting regarding a patch of property I owned. Enclosed was direction to the meeting hall and a contact phone number. I called the number having no clue what this was about. The guy that answered told me a story of how companies were planning on cutting a line through a patch of forest to lay underground fiber optic cables, and I was in risk of loosing my investment. My first reaction was “what investment?”, but I didn’t want to sound dumb, so I agreed attend the meeting and fished out the long forgotten papers. It was at this time, I actually read the papers i received from my Aunt Rudy.

These poles are “rented” by utility companies to deliver their service to people homes. At one time Aunt Ruby’s second husband owned 45 acres of untouched forest. As time passed the land was sold off bit by bit until only a five foot by five foot section of the land was left with the fabled utility pole planted deep in its soil. You might be wondering why anyone would want a pole in the middle of no where. Over the last five years it has made a total of $658. Now this is the amount of money it made, not to include the price for land tax and the two times it has been replaced. The beauty behind this is there is a company that has been keeping track of 100 or so poles. They take the money and invest it; as a result, I have made $855 this year alone.

So I take a vacation day from work and I take a road trip to attend the meeting. If you ever seen movies of mob Dons gathering in a smoky room discussing plans and slamming there fist when the wrong thing was said, you pretty much have a visual of the experience. Of course, instead of Italians in nice suit, you have hill-billies in overalls and flannel shirts. Finally after many conversations of family marriages and the selling and trading of livestock, the subject was addressed. The man holding the meeting told us all but one utility company's contract had expired and companies no longer wanted to use the poles to deliver their services.
We had the option to sale the land to the company or lease our pole with them. There offer was enough to cover the land tax and still leave about $2 a year. I decided to keep the pole in hopes that one day I can pass it onto someone when I die.

hooker hit-n-run

2007-02-10T16:20:00.000Z

Going down 7th street the other day, coming home from a friends house, I ended up hitting a hooker with my car. Now this sound a whole lot worse then what actually happened. I was turning left onto a one way street and she tried to cross in front of the car as I tried to go. I didn't hit her as much as clipped her purse. I did hear her screaming as I drove away, but I just figured she was made or wanted to “show me a good time”. I was almost home when someone at a red light gestured to my bumper from the next lane. I get out to look, figuring it was a chuck of hooker flesh or something just as equally as awesome, but there it was, a big gold purse attached to my front bumper. I detach the thing and jumped back into my car.

When I got home I explained the story to my friends and tossed the hooker purse onto the table. We suited up with rubber gloves and opened it up like a middle school science project.
We went through the empty bags of drugs that looked like they where licked clean, her clothes, a bunch of condoms, some money, a nasty toothbrush and some nasty make up, and at the bottom a little gun. A fucking gun. Yea, I had a fucking hooker's gun in my car.

This to me is a normal day!