Er, what?

Also from the sports e-mail box, a form-letter spam we've seen recently took a weird turn today.

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Good Day,

I was just looking at your site, and I have a number of clients looking for Fat Camps. I do not work as a lead broker or a referral agency. I am seeking to work with one camp exclusively, today.

Your site looks like it'll make a strong fit for what they're looking for. Give me a call I need somebody fast.
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I'll bet Dave Philipps has some ideas for him. Vive le Incline!

Isn't that where Cal Poly is?

From the folks who, a few months ago, were gracious enough to keep our flip chip substrate knowledge up-to-date:

SnAgCuBi and SnAgCuBiSb solder joint properties investigations

Thank God. I was beginning to think I had no use for the periodic table I keep taped to the inside of my skull, but there are always the headlines of misdirected trade e-mails to translate.

If nothing else, I can rest easy knowing someone is investigating the properties of solder joints - and now you can, too.

Why I miss Michael J

PASTE magazine is releasing the 25th anniversary edition of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” on Tuesday.

Which is also Darwin Day. Coincidence?

The PASTE cover story is What I Miss About Michael Jackson

I miss that killer 'fro he had when he was a kick ("I Want You Back!")

A co-worker says she misses when Michael was black. You know what she means - when he looked black, like he was part of the Jackson family. When you could SO tell they were brothers singing and dancing on stage.

What do you miss most about Michael?

10th anniversary is what, epoxy?

Valentine's Day seems to bring out the worst press releases ever. Some are such a s-t-r-e-t-c-h.

Here's today's fav:

"Hello Dena,

"Win the heart of loved ones this Valentine’s Day with the following gift ideas that would even make Cupid jealous!

"FIX IT AND SAY - I LOVE YOU
Mighty Putty
Valentine’s Day is a great way to show you care – from fixing that shelf to a general repair Mighty Putty is a powerful bonding epoxy stick that can help fix virtually any household item or surface. ... "

Yeah, nothing says "I love you" like Mighty Putty. I can't wait to get married.

Happy Super Fat Tuesday

At right, the first image that pops up when you Google "super fat."

If that's not Mardi Gras-tuitous enough for you, have one of these.

Rewarding immobility with sugar, fat

So, Dairy Queen, the DQ, has introduced an online game world featuring the DQ Deeqs and aimed at 8- to 12-year-olds.

Kids sit around playing games online and win points.

From the press release: "As the site develops, the points kids earn playing the game will be redeemable for virtual and in-store Dairy Queen rewards."

Just what my kid who's sitting around playing online games needs: Dairy Queen treats.

Who are the Deeqs? The story goes, they're ice cream confections that have been frozen for years because they were too sweet, too fun, too out of control.

If only kids would stretch it like that.

Unsung heroes

If you watched the Super Bowl last night, you're likely still reeling from the miraculous Manning-Tyree hookup in the improbable final drive. Lord knows I am. But you may not have noticed the calm contribution of one person, someone whose name I don't even know.

When the Pats turned the ball over with one second left, the game appeared to be over. Throngs of people stormed the field, as the officials tried to clear a path for the Giants to take their final knee and officially end the game.

But one guy (or gal) couldn't be fooled. He kept his eye on the clock and his finger over the button, keenly aware that there was still one entirely inconsequential play to go. And after Manning knelt down to run out the last second of regulation, this consummate professional dispatched his duties at exactly the right time, not a moment too soon.

I'm talking, of course, about the confetti cannon guy. Way to go, buddy. Where the entire Stanford marching band famously failed some 25 years ago, you triumphed. I hope you get a beer commercial.

ps. Check out Andy's posts about the Super Bowl commercials, where you'll learn, among other things, that I forced him to watch the disappointing Danica Patrick web ad (there should be a federal law against welshing on boob-related promises), and that he sucks at predicting final scores.