Another Gmail Giveaway, and Nekkid Women

Now I've got a couple Gmail invites over here, and ONE will go to the lucky guy/gal who can tell me exactly what this thing in the picture below is. Hint: it's USB powered. First one to be correct, walks/slithers/slides away with said account.



In the meantime, for those of you who can't be arsed (or already have Gmail, or just don't feel like it) here's a little anecdote from Taiwan that tells us even the dead need the occasional T&A, and I quote:

"....the Hungry Ghost Festival is sending temperatures soaring in Taiwan...Hired by temples, traditional food markets as well as large and small firms, erotic dancers perform for the spirits who are believed to roam freely during the festival, which began on Aug 16... Clad in bikinis, the dancers first did some stunts twirling around and sliding up and down steel poles, he said.."

There's even a pic, and the full story is worth a read. Okay, maybe not unless you're really bored or are stuck at work like moi. Also, for something more serious, read the true story of Steven Spielberg's inspiration for his movie The Terminal. Suddenly I feel like going to France and seeing this guy. And for those 3 regular readers of mine, another excerpt:

"...His name was Merhan Karimi Nasseri though he called himself "Sir Alfred". He lived in a lost dimension of absurd bureaucratic entanglement. That is to say, on a bench in Terminal One of the Charles de Gaulle International Airport, and he had lived there since 1988. For a series of insanely complicated reasons, the Iranian-born refugee was now a man without a country - or any other documented, internationally accepted identity status. Alfred couldn't leave France because he did not have papers; he couldn't enter France because he did not have papers. The authorities told him to wait in the airport lounge while they sorted the paradox out. That he did - for years and years."

Take care, and cheers!