Kids Fun Fair Barnyard Petting Zoo

I can’t fathom how I got on this mailing list.

Last February, I received an unexpected and unexplained envelope in the mail:

An envelope reading “Kids Fun Fair Barnyard Petting Zoo

It was addressed to me at my company, and I’ll be honest, I don’t get a lot of work mail. I also don’t get a lot of mail with the words “Kids Fun Fair Barnyard Petting Zoo” on it. In a word, I was intrigued.

When I opened it up, I found no letter of explanation. The only thing the envelope contained was a stack of exactly 30 slips of paper, each of which proclaimed “Free Ticket (Value $8)”. Their design was something of unholy mess:

A ticket with a whole lot of text on it

This is quite overwhelming, but I made note of a wide variety of things.

  • Though the top says “Free Ticket”, it requires the purchase of a paid adult entry. That makes this more of a coupon, as it is not enough for entry on its own.

  • It’s not clear just how much a standard adult ticket costs, but the first 100 adults (each day?) pay just $9.99. That means if you get there early enough, you and two kids can get full access to this fun fair for just ten bucks. You should probably line up the night before.

  • “Come Hungry!” is an absolutely amazing instruction. They are surely not providing free food, so you should also make sure your wallet comes full, and be prepared for it to leave empty.

  • Despite the envelope’s Connecticut return address, the event lists “Wilmington” and the Aleppo Shriner’s Aud. That’s actually in Massachusetts, about half an hour north of Boston.

  • The event is listed as “Feb 15 & 16 & 17”, but “Rain or Shine Two Days Only”. Whoops. Also, in February in Massachusetts, snow is much more likely than rain.

  • On the first day, the fair runs from 10 AM to 7 PM. The second and third days, it goes from 10 AM to 6 PM. Whenever I see hours like this, I can’t help but feel it would be preferable to just have symmetry in the hours for all the days. At the very least, it’d save some ink.

  • Finally, there’s a domain listed, kidsfunfair.com. That site could charitably be called “serviceable”.

I ultimately chucked the whole thing in the recycling bin and moved on with my life. That is until I received an identical envelope this year. Inside it, I once again found exactly 30 slips of paper, provided without explanation:

2026 tickets
Hey, they fixed that “two days only” error. Good for them.

As these envelopes have included the name of my business, I imagine the hope is that I’ll distribute them to my customers. If so, it would be good to include a letter with an explicit request. It would also be good to know that my company is entirely virtual, with no customers coming to my home office. Oh, and it’s an audio software company that has no relation whatsoever to children, that’s worthwhile information too.

Still, maybe this bizarre marketing is working, because I’m almost tempted to go myself.1 Even if I do, though, my lack of children means I can’t take advantage of this offer. Perhaps you’d like to? If you want free entry for your two children to this weekend’s Kids Fun Fair Barnyard Petting Zoo, just let me know.3 Inexplicably, I’ve got 30 vouchers to get you just that.


Footnotes:

  1. It’s unlikely I actually will attend, but at least I found a 20+ minute video offering a great view of last year’s event.2 Check out that surely unlicensed SpongeBob SquarePants fun house! ↩︎

  2. I’ve archived a very tiny (240p) version of this video here. ↩︎

  3. The paper says “children up to 13”, the website says “children 12 and under”, and I say if you’ve got a 13-year-old interested to do this, you should just lie and claim they’re 12. ↩︎

Hundreds of Grass People Attend a Wedding 

“Yeah, we had about 70,000 people show up. Plus the tens of millions watching at home, of course.”

If you watched Super Bowl LX on Sunday, you saw a downright boring football game. But if you watched Bad Bunny’s halftime show, you saw an impressive and intricate spectacle. Using a massive set, the show was a celebration of the artist’s home of Puerto Rico . It included a wedding which was, in fact, entirely real.

The couple who got married during the halftime show is from Ontario, Calif., and had sent Bad Bunny a wedding invitation on a lark.

According to Hamilton, the engaged couple wound up with 15 extra wedding announcements — so they sent most to local businesses with the hope of maybe getting some free wedding perks. But the last invite? “They were like, ‘Why don’t we send one to Bad Bunny? Lots of people send wedding invitations to him, so why not,’” Hamilton said. “Bad Bunny’s office reached out, and they thought, ‘Amazing, maybe we’ll get a signed photo. But they were invited to a Zoom call, which they thought was kind of weird.”

That’s a pretty incredible story, one they can tell for the rest of their lives.

In addition to Variety’s overview, Wired also had a great discussion with the show’s producers. It details exactly how and why they arrived at the rather genius idea of dressing up hundreds of extras as, well, grass.

Don’t Let A.I. Write a Eulogy 

Also, to avoid confusion with any and all Als, I’m going with “A.I.” from now on.

Many moons ago, I wrote a not very serious guide to using emoji to express sympathy. What an innocent time that was. In 2026, you need to wonder if the eulogy you’re hearing was written by artificial intelligence. Dan Brooks writes:

My friend recently attended a funeral, and midway through the eulogy, he became convinced that it had been written by AI…His sense was that he had just heard a computer save a man from thinking about his dead friend.

Writing demonstrates care. Don’t let A.I. take that away from you.

Brooks goes on to say:

I don’t want [friendships] to become more efficient for the same reason I don’t want a robot that pets the dog for me.

I think the idea of a robot that pets the dog for me is a powerful one, and it encompasses far, far too much of how folks are using A.I.

Quality Customer Service 

That‘s a good gig.

When a server glitch in the online game Final Fantasy 11 caused certain monsters to respawn incorrectly, the player experience was negatively impacted. So the game’s developers dispatched support staff to personally exterminate the monsters again.

Accidental Whimsy

It sounds so fun!

While traveling recently, a set of climate control instructions caught my eye.

These directions are delightful, like something out of a video game. A tiny door! Hidden buttons! Who knew adjusting the thermostat could be so fun?


The buttons are revealed!

Your Butt Is the Bomb 

"Why fusili?” "Because you're silly."

Allow me to open by quoting one Cosmo Kramer.1 Here’s the ASSMAN:

Have you ever met a proctologist? Well, they usually have a very good sense of humor. You meet a proctologist at a party, don’t walk away. Plant yourself there, because you will hear the funniest stories you’ve ever heard. See, no one wants to admit to them that they *stuck* something up there. Never! It’s always an accident. Every proctologist story ends in the same way: ‘It was a million to one shot, Doc. Million to one.’.

On that note, a 24-year-old man recently forced the evacuation of a French hospital, after doctors found an eight-inch-long WWI artillery shell in his rectum.

“He was in a state of extreme discomfort, having inserted a large object up his rectum,” said an investigating source.

“Emergency surgery was carried out, and the object was found to be an artillery shell dating back to the First World War.

“Worse still, it had not exploded, and so bomb disposal experts had to be called to diffuse the shell, with the fire brigade standing by.”

Staff and patients were evacuated from Rangueil Hospital, and a security perimeter was set up around the accident and emergency unit, before the pointed 1918 shell, which was almost 8 inches long and just over an inch in circumference, was declared safe.

It’s not yet known how or why the shell wound up where it did, though your first guess is probably the right one. He might want to obfuscate, however.

The patient, a French national, was set to be interviewed by police this week, as prosecutors contemplated legal action against him for handling ‘category A munitions’, according to an officer.

Surely the mockery he’s going to endure for approximately ever is punishment enough?

I initially tried to locate a solid non-tabloid link for this story, but when it comes to live munitions being shoved up someone’s butt, something like the Daily Mail probably is the best source. They even had the details on how this isn’t the first Frenchman to find himself in this uncomfortable position.

In 2022, doctors were left shell-shocked after an 88-year-old Frenchman arrived at a hospital with a World War I bomb stuck in his bottom.

The unnamed senior citizen arrived at the Hospital Sainte Musse in Toulon, southern France, in the hope of having the eight-inch-long artillery shell removed from his anus.

It is understood that the man had inserted it in his bottom for sexual pleasure.

Amazingly, it appears the octogenarian actually copped to exactly what he’d been up to. Perhaps with age comes a corresponding loss of shame.

Anyhow, come on, France. There have got to be better options. Ones with flared ends.


Footnotes:

  1. The relevant video is archived here. ↩︎

Our Weirdest Holiday

“Groundhog Day”, the movie, isn’t available to stream so I instead wrote this post about “Groundhog Day”, the asinine holiday I apparently wasn’t through disparaging.

When it comes to Groundhog Day, yesterday’s XKCD nailed it.1 It really is a bizarre holiday, and it’s one I have previously derided:

The problem, as I see it, is that there’s simply nothing there. They pull out poor Punxsutawney Phil, and then…a person announces whether the rodent saw his shadow or not. The groundhog doesn’t actually react in any visible way. The whole thing isn’t even as goofy as “Is the groundhog awake or not?”. No, the weather-predicting woodchuck is utterly unnecessary to the proceedings. They could just flip a coin. Or skip the whole thing entirely.

That post goes on to detail how back in the 19th century, they killed and ate Punxsutawney Phil following his prediction. Even three years after learning that horrid bit of trivia, I’m still taken aback by it. And those Phils were not the only unfortunate prognosticators.

Yesterday, I learned about Nantucket’s decades-old tradition of Quentin the quahog. Quentin is a random clam that gets cracked open to make a weather prediction.2 The forecast is determined by which side of the shell the water spurts out from, which is quite stupid, yet still better than Punxsutawney Phil “seeing” his shadow (or not). Once cracked, however, the clam may as well be eaten, and so it is. I think.

Nantucket’s Quentin the Quahog squirted to the right Monday morning, predicting an early spring is on the way[.]

Quentin was opened this morning at the town’s Brant Point Shellfish Hatchery by assistant biologist Griffin Harkins. He then paid the ultimate sacrifice and was consumed.

The writing is decidedly unclear, but I believe that Quentin was the one consumed, rather than assistant biologist Harkins. It would probably be bigger news if they ate a scientist.

Speaking of comics about Groundhog Day, Snoopy gave us a far better idea for a holiday way back in 1981.3 Perhaps next year, we can celebrate that instead.


Footnotes:

  1. The XKCD strip in question is archived here. ↩︎

  2. “We kind of try to choose one that looks like it’s going to be able to predict the future” said Nantucket biologist Joseph Minella. ↩︎

  3. The Peanuts strip in question is archived here. ↩︎

Phantom Obligations 

Nobody’s waiting.

It’s been over half a decade since I first urged the meat-axing of notifications on your devices. I continue to feel strongly that turning off notifications and badges is one of the best changes you can make to enable a healthier relationship with technology. As I wrote in 2020:

The artificial urgency device notifications create is unnecessary, and probably unhealthy. Very few notifications are actually time-sensitive, yet far too many of us let our phones take us out of the moment needlessly.

Recently, Terry Godier published an excellent piece called “Phantom Obligation”, whose title is defined as “the guilt you feel for something no one asked you to do”. Badges on app icons on your phone are a prime example, with their widespread abuse resulting in countless such phantom obligations.

The notification badge took email’s unread count and made it universal. Any app could now claim urgency. A game wanting you to collect coins wore the same badge as a message from your mother.

Different messages have very different levels of importance, but badges have no granularity. Given that, the best move is to disable them almost everywhere.

Vibe Coding His Way to Davos Jail 

Try the chicken lasagna!

Soon after Sebastian Heyneman left a suspicious-looking hardware device unattended at the World Economic Forum, he found himself in a very fancy jail. Eventually, he was asked to explain the device.

I say, “Look, I’m not a very good hardware engineer, but I’m a great user of AI.” I was one of the top users of [AI coding tool] Cursor last year. I did 43,000 agent runs and generated 25 billion tokens.

We open my machine. Chris and I go line by line through the code. I don’t know the language that the code was written in because it was written in AI, so Chris actually explained the code to me.

Not even knowing what coding language the software was written in is perhaps the most horrifying part of this.

Not So Thoughtful 

The blog post not yet being live might’ve been a hint.

On Wednesday, Amazon announced they’d be laying off about 16,000 workers. That’s not great. Also bad? They sent employees an email a day prior which accidentally spilled the beans prematurely.

The email sent on Tuesday signed by Colleen Aubrey, senior vice president of applied AI solutions at AWS, wrongly said that impacted employees in the U.S., Canada and Costa Rica had already been informed they lost their jobs. In Slack messages viewed by Reuters, AWS employees who received the email said the Wednesday meeting was almost immediately canceled. Amazon referred in the email to the layoffs as “Project Dawn.”

I’m sure that was a fun 24 hours for everyone at Amazon.

“Changes like this are hard on everyone,” Aubrey wrote in the email, reviewed by Reuters. “These decisions are difficult and are made thoughtfully as we position our organization and AWS for future success.”

The decisions may have been made thoughtfully, but the announcement sure wasn’t.