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GoldenPalace.com hits a new low but it's okay, it's for charidee:

Actor Shatner sells kidney stone

Star Trek actor William Shatner has sold his kidney stone for $25,000 (£14,000) to an online casino, to raise money for a housing charity.
The 74-year-old actor agreed on Monday to sell the stone to GoldenPalace.com.

"This takes organ donors to a new height, to a new low, maybe. How much is a piece of me worth?" said Shatner.

The money will go to Habitat for Humanity. US TV show Boston Legal, in which Shatner stars, raised $20,000 (£11,317) for the charity last year.

Shatner, who played Captain Kirk on the original Star Trek TV series and won an Emmy for his role on Boston Legal, passed the stone last autumn.

This is a bold new addition to our fleet
Richard Rowe, GoldenPalace.com


The stone was so big, Shatner said, "you'd want to wear it on your finger".

The price includes the surgical stint and string used to permit passage of the stone.

GoldenPalace.com originally offered $15,000 (£8,500) for the kidney stone, but the actor turned it down, noting that his Star Trek tunics have sold for more than $100,000 (£56,634).

"This is a bold new addition to our fleet," GoldenPalace.com chief executive officer Richard Rowe said in a statement.

The website is well-known for its bizarre range of collectables, which includes a partially eaten cheese sandwich thought to contain the image of the Virgin Mary.


Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/e ... 623280.stm
Published: 2006/01/18 09:17:35 GMT

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A longer report:

Shatner Sells Kidney Stone for Charity

Wed Jan 18, 9:20 AM ET

LOS ANGELES - An online casino has a piece of Capt. Kirk. Actor
William Shatner has sold his kidney stone for $25,000, with the money going to a housing charity, it was announced Tuesday. Shatner reached agreement Monday to sell the stone to GoldenPalace.com.

"This takes organ donors to a new height, to a new low, maybe. How much is a piece of me worth?" he said in a telephone interview.

GoldenPalace.com is noted for its collection of oddities, which includes a partially eaten cheese sandwich thought to contain the image of the Virgin Mary.

"This is a bold new addition to our fleet," GoldenPalace.com Chief Executive Officer Richard Rowe said in a statement.

The money will go to Habitat for Humanity, which builds houses for the needy.

"This would be the first Habitat for Humanity house built out of stone," joked Darren Julien, president of Los Angeles-based Julien's Auctions, which handled the sale.

Shatner, who played Kirk on the original "Star Trek" TV show and won an Emmy for his role on "Boston Legal," passed the stone last fall.

The stone was so big, Shatner said, "you'd want to wear it on your finger."

"If you subjected it to extreme heat, it might turn out to be a diamond," he added.

Shatner said the idea of selling the stone came up after "Boston Legal" raised $20,000 for Habitat for Humanity. With the money for the stone, Shatner said there is about enough funding to build half a house.

GoldenPalace.com originally offered $15,000 for the stone but Shatner turned it down, noting that his "Star Trek" tunics have commanded more than $100,000. His counteroffer was accepted.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060118/ap_ ... le_shatner

I think they got a bargain.
 

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The stone was so big, Shatner said, "you'd want to wear it on your finger."

What kind of person would want to wear on their finger something that's been through William Shatner's er... parts?

On second thoughts maybe it's safer not to answer that one.
 

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"It's the Pasadena Star Trek convention all over again..."
 

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This is more silly than weird/fortean but I thought it may amuse...

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Called a AMAZING nVIDIA User Friendly Printing Device - Wireless. I know the guy who put this up and Yes he is that weird. :lol:

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Some sick shite

Terry Schiavo's hospital gown appears on eBay
Feeding tube too. Nice
By Lester Haines
Published Tuesday 31st January 2006 16:04 GMT
New year, new job? Click here for thousands of tech vacancies.
Here's one eBay auction we don't think will be around for too long: your chance to secure Terry Schiavo's hospital gown:



Oh yes, you get her feeding tube, too. As the seller puts it:

Own this one-of-a-kind piece of history. I purchased this from a person who worked at the Hospice Center in Pinellas Park, Florida. The winner of this auction will also receive the actual feeding tube that was Terry's lifeline before her final days. No matter how you feel about this case, you cannot deny that this is an important part of history.

We make no comment. Reg readers will doubtless act according to their own consciences. ®

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All I can say is :nooo:
 

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eBay pulls 'ghost' auction

eBay pulls 'ghost' auction

CELIA WIGG 14 February 2006 17:24 Three teenagers who were selling a ghost by post have had their listing removed by auction website eBay, because they couldn't prove it existed. The enterprising trio was trying to raise money for St Mary's Church at Saxlingham Nethergate, near Norwich, and claimed to have captured the ghost at a haunted college in Suffolk, as the EDP reported last week. The 16-year-olds - Giles Peters and Nicolas Goff, who live in the village, and James Stanford of Elmswell, near Bury St Edmunds - decided to go ghost hunting with a net. They claimed to have caught the spectre of a woman they saw walking around the golf course at Framlingham College, where they are students, and popped it in a sealed plastic bag. By the time eBay pulled the plug they had received 66 bids, the highest being 310. A disappointed James said today: "They took it off eBay because apparently we couldn't prove we were selling anything. We are trying to get hold of the highest bidder and see if he still wants to buy the ghost."If that fails, the lads will be looking for another money-spinner. "We are still going to try and raise money for the church but we will have to think of something else," James said. Email A Friend

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Holy Pancakes:

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HOLY CROSS PANCAKE
A pancake with a holy cross formed in the middle.

The pancake mixture was created using self-raising flour, eggs, butter and some milk. The recepie was found on the BBC.co.uk website.

I nipped up to change into some shorts, it was getting hot in the kitchen while I was making these pancakes for everyone. I put the mixture into the pan while I went upstairs. I came down and a cross had formed in the middle of the pancake!

Below are some pictures of the holy pancake.

The one lucker winner of this auction will have this holy pancake shipped to them. It is edible but whether the buyer chooses eat the pancake or not is up to them.

cross-in-pancake-1.jpg


Current bids are up to £10.50...
 

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I'll be interested to see how much it gets. I reckon I could re-create that pancake with a frying pan, some pancake mixture and a jug with a good pouring spout.
 

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Yeah, it's hardly mind bending is it? Evidence of God or simply a steady hand and a jug?

*You be the judge...*

*whoosh* ;)
 

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Enigma Machine For Bid!
3-Rotors German ENIGMA Cipher Machine

Fine example of a WW II Enigma cipher machine in a very good condition and a great history; full functional. Year of construction 1941 by Manufacturer Chiffriermaschinen Gesellschaft Heimsoeth and Rinke, Berlin. The Enigma machine is placed in an oak woodwork case. Three high-quality, all-metal, matched rotors and an Umkehrwalze “B”. The rotors are continuous numbered; serial numbers has been removed. There are two spare rotors in an additional small wooden box. Plug board is lettered QWERTZU…, wheels numbered 1-26. 100% Original!!! No Copy!!

There are missing a few lamps (see photos)
Die Versandkosten sind so hoch, weil das Paket bis zu einem Wert von 10.000€ versichert wäre und dies bei diesem Stück von Nöten ist.
 

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Not strictly Fortean, but you don't see these every day - plus, I think the description makes it sound like one of those fake adverts for tacky heirlooms in Viz magazine..

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I used to like the Grumbleweeds on the radio. They were rubbish on TV though, so I'll pass on the pen.
 

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The Georgia Chip
Georgia-Shaped Chip on Ebay
Web Editor: Tracey Christensen

The bids on Ebay for a blue tortilla chip shaped like the state of Georgia reached $41 by Friday afternoon. The bidding was scheduled to remain open until April 7.

In posted comments on the auction site, the seller said the chip came from a Moe’s Southwestern Grill in Alpharetta and was cooked on March 30. It is currently stored in a humidity-controlled container.

"As I was eating my Moo Moo Mr. Cow burrito, I looked down at my plate and noticed this incredible little tortilla chip in the shape of the state in which I call home," the seller wrote. The seller even added topographical features to the picture of the chip to back up the contention the chip is shaped like the Peach State. The interstate lines are not being sold with the tortilla chip.

All proceeds from the sale will go to the Children of Fallen Soldiers Relief Fund, which helps support children who have lost a parent in the Afghanistan or Iraq wars.
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Elvis Presley's house and Uri Geller is bidding!

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Thank you, thank you very much :)

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Check out this auction, it has everything!

Demonic teddy bear! Ghosts! Phantom shops! Dead cats!

I've preserved the full auction text here because Ebay only stores them for a short amount of time and they can be pulled without warning.

All I know is that I want this damned thing out of my house. Something is dreadfully wrong with this bear. I never used to believe in powers of darkness, but now I do. If you are willing to buy it, please let me know. I take no responsibility for what may happen afterwards and for god's sake don't keep it anywhere near children. The lingering presence is still in my house to some extent and I need to get the source out. THIS IS A LONG READ AND I AM SORRY BUT IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD POUR IT OUT.

There are indeed things in this world that are best not meddled with or even thought about, because sometimes all they need is an opening. I'll start from the beginning, it's the only way to tell the story:

When I was a young child, I had a large stuffed toy bear, and named him "Baron". Baron was the one I always blamed for stolen candy and broken dishes, dressed in a button up shirt to imitate Calvin dressing up Hobbes, that kind of best imaginary friend who I would talk out loud to. I don't remember a whole lot about what went on, but some things (which they will not discuss with me) happened to make them get rid of Baron and take me for counseling, and then to several religious figures in the local community. This didn't last long, and I turned into (according to everyone else) a healthy, well adjusted young man.

Two weeks ago, I was in Cleveland on business. There was a small antique shop on the other side of the street where I was parked, and after finishing what I was there for, I walked up to the door for a quick peek. "Merryweather Curiosities" was not only closed but in a severe state of disrepair, and very dim inside, but I could swear that back in the shadows I saw movement once or twice. As my eyes adjusted to peering through the glass into the darkness, shielded by my hands, I saw a stuffed bear that looked very much like Baron tucked away in one of the corners. Nothing of note happened and I went home, only to come back the next day to retrieve my clip-on sunglasses that I had accidentally left in the waiting room of the office.

Baron, and it was indeed my childhood friend, was on the sidewalk outside the shop, a McDonald's hamburger wrapper plastered around his leg by the wind. There was no pricetag. On closer inspection, his fur was ragged and worn in some places, mostly on the extremities of the forepaws, and most oddly, his eyes were gone.

I looked up and down the street and put him in the back of my Isuzu Trooper.

At home, I hurried in to check my email and phone messages. I forgot to bring Baron in, which I sometimes do with groceries if I don't need them right away. In the morning, I went out to the car. Opening the door, I was practically bowled over by a very powerful stench of rust, mold, and what can only be described as the scent of a filthy wet dog. A dead filthy wet dog.

The back lining of my trooper had been torn out after it started to mold from being used as a work truck (hauling firewood in the winter got it wet and dirty), so I figured that maybe the carpet up between the seats needed cleaning, and that some of the smell might be coming from Baron who if I remembered properly from the tag, was machine washable. I pulled him out, put him on the porch, stuck my bike in the back of the trooper, and drove down to the local carwash and auto detailing place to have the interior steamcleaned to see if that would help. My seat was slightly misadjusted and some of the controls were sticky for no apparent reason. The cycling ride home was uneventful. The bear was still in the same position where I left him.

Once I got home, I snapped a quick photo with my cameraphone just for fun, and stuffed Baron into my Staber washing machine, which is an expensive high quality washer, and ran him as a light cold water load. Afterwards, I spread him over a laundry rack outside to dry because it was such a nice sunny day. Right after coming inside, the phone started ringing. It was the auto detailer, and they wanted me to pick up my car (this was much earlier than expected).

On arriving, I found the Trooper to be only partly cleaned but the smell was greatly diminished. None of the college students who worked there would look me in the eye or give me more than a monosyllablic reply. The manager pulled me aside, told me that he wanted me to take my car and leave, that he wasn't willing to discuss anything about it, and that there would be no charge. This made me feel very uncomfortable and embarrassed, and I tried to think of what might have happened. The Trooper had the windows rolled up tightly while sitting in the sun and was very warm, so I put on the air conditioning on the drive back. There was almost no airflow, and then a few dried feathers started to spiral out of the vents, followed by a shaking rustle and a dead baby bird dropping onto the carpet from the under-dash air vent.

I immediately pulled into the Target parking lot, locked my car, and spent an hour pacing and then looking underneath the car. I decided that the source of the stench and problems with the carwash had been birds nesting in the air conditioning ducts, which then died. I finally scooped up the dead hatchling with a plastic bag, dropped it in one of the errant shopping carts and got back in my car. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something looking at me from in back. Not malevolently, but accusingly. Like I had done something wrong.

At home, I worked outside for a while cutting down some new brush growth and dragging it down to the ditch by the road, then went inside and out into the back yard to check on Baron drying. The rack had collapsed and he was sprawled on the ground several feet away, but completely dry. It almost felt as though there were hard objects inside him, just deep enough to be difficult to feel under the padding. There was no smell. I put most of my problems outside of my mind and carried him upstairs to be stowed away in the guest bedroom, with some of my other old stuff.

For a few days, nothing happened. Then I began feeling like I wasn't alone in the house. My girlfriend came over, and started to mention seeing things out of the corner of her eye. I said they must have been my cat Harlequin, but we found her upstairs asleep on my bed. That night when we were watching The Island, we both heard a very loud banging sound coming from upstairs. Later, she swore she heard footsteps descending the basement stairs and then sounds coming from underneath us. I was still trying my best to be skeptical about the odd things happening, and made fun of her being easily spooked. Our night didn't last much longer, she went home and I stayed up listening to every single sound - and this is an old house, it DOES have some creaks from the heat making it expand and contract - with my hair slowly prickling up on the back of my neck. Some of the pieces from my chess set were missing.

I went to sleep with a small light on for the first time in years, and finally drifted off around 3 am. I can't remember much from my dreams from that night, but I woke up with most of the coverings balled up on the floor and dark bags under my eyes. The one mental image that remained was the lingering sensation of being trapped deep underground in a space too small to pass through, with the knowledge that something was coming after me.

Harlequin didn't show up for her breakfast, but I figured she was just out sleeping in the bushes or in a sunny spot. I realized that I hadn't seen any birds or squirrels around lately, and there hadn't been any birdcalls in the morning. Harley takes a bird now and then, but not enough to silence them all. Walking out the front door, I saw a massive puddle under the back of the trooper. It was something like motor oil but was dried and blackish brown. Test driving it showed no problems and there was no longer any smell at all. Also, the feathers were gone. At this point, I began questioning whether some of the events were just my overactive imagination running wild after a period of stress and extra work. I decided to take the car for a drive to make sure nothing was wrong, and ended up heading toward Cleveland again. The antique shop popped into my mind, and I made a beeline for it, thinking maybe I could ask where they found Baron. I was starting to put some of these strange occurences together.

At the corner where I had picked up Baron, there was only brick wall at the section where the shop had been. I thought I was going nuts. It was the exact same place, but nothing was there. I walked to the next door down, a local coffeehouse. The grayhaired lady behind the counter told me that there never had been any "Merryweather" shop there.

Sure that I was going mad, I came back home to see the local utilities board scooping up all the brush I had been cutting over the past week. One of the orange hard-hat wearing workers flagged me over and pointed at what the backhoe claw had unearthed pulling up branches. There was a good four or five cubic feet of small bones mixed in with the twigs and saplings, drying white and brown. Feathers, fur, and scraps of flesh still clung to most of them. Among the bones was a pink flea collar exactly the same as the one Harlequin had been wearing.

This incident caused me a great deal of difficulty with the city, fortunately some of the executives on the utilities board and city council members were close friends of my parents and didn't take to any wild flights of fancy as to why a small animal graveyard might have appeared in my discarded branches. I was beginning to be terrified about the possibilities. My house was rapidly taking on a very uncomfortable feeling, and no one came inside without commenting on feeling unease or even outright fear. At several times I heard low moans uttered from other parts and this happened once while a guest was over. The shuffling sounds increased in frequency, always happening on a floor I wasn't on until one day they started happening several rooms over on the same story. This set me on edge like nothing you would believe. It was worse than hearing the scraping sounds inside the walls at night had been. Sometimes I would wake up with a few scratches on my face, or feel something jump up onto my bed at night. I started to question my sanity more and more. The next night my girlfriend was sitting on the couch while I stepped into the kitchen for a drink of water. I heard a low thump and dragging sound, and then the wind howled around the house. Coming back into the living room, I discovered her laying limp with her eyes staring into space, monotonously repeating "there is a way out. there is a way out. there is a way out," over and over. The altered voice I could rationalize away. The chorus in the background, I couldn't. She has since refused to talk or have any contact with me.

Up to this time, I had only looked in the spare bedroom a few times, and Baron was always in his place, eyeless sockets staring into space. I looked at him that day I heard the shuffling, and caught myself starting to talk to him. This time it wasn't a pair of child friends, it was me threatening him with the evisceration of his stuffing and the fate of being stuffed into my woodchipper if he didn't stop whatever was going on, if it was related to him and I was sure it was. As I spoke, I felt chills trace up and down my spine and tears jumped into my eyes for no reason. The room felt twenty degrees colder and visibly darkened. My heart was in my throat and I felt an incredibly palpable sensation of hostility spreading through the air like waves.

Shakily I backed out of the room, slammed the door, and ran downstairs to fix myself some tequila. I noticed in the kitchen that most if not nearly all of my knives were missing, and that there were chunks of wood missing out of the locked cupboard under the sink, a holdover from when the previous owners had had small children to keep away from drain cleaner, almost as if a very short person had been gleefully chipping away to try to break past the latch.

After drinking for a good twenty minutes, I started to rationalize everything that had happened. The feeling that washed over me had been a natural reaction, all part of my mind spooking itself and reacting on cue to my subconscious desires to find strange and scary things. Emboldened by liquor, I strode back upstairs and decided for no apparent reason to repair Barons eyes. I remembered that once, long after Baron disappeared but still in my childhood, that I had found a small box with a pair of stuffed animal type eyes in it, nestled in strips of paper with scrawled writing, and then was scolded heavily for snooping. As if my hands found it unbidden, it only took a few minutes of searching in one of the upstairs closets. The box was wooden with inlaid crucifixes and a carving of the Virgin Mary, which struck me very oddly as my parents had most definitely not been Catholic. Inside were many little strips of parchment, almost as if it had been put through a shredder. Written on each one was a latin phrase, repeated over and over from one strip to another. Underneath a wrapping of these were a pair of simple button eyes that I recognized as definitely having belonged to Baron in the past. They felt very, very cold.

I took a needle and thread left over from my last shirt repair and took Baron downstairs. Slamming him onto the dining room table, I roughly stabbed the needle into the sockets, laced in the eyes, and sewed them both tight. Again, I felt as if there almost might be an actual skeletal structure under his padding, but after prodding quite hardly, found nothing. After taking a few pictures of my handiwork, tired of the whole thing and wondering why I had done what I did, I opened the basement door, threw him down the stairs, and locked it.

Nothing happened all day and all night. Maybe I had solved the problem. Loading my week's laundry into the machine, I noticed that it was already full of liquid. Looking closer with a flashlight revealed a layer of scum floating on oily water, glinting red under the beam from my mini mag. My reflection swirled and distorted in the water, and I heard whispering, not just one voice but one main tone with a whole chorus of others in the background. I slammed the lid down and put a cinderblock on top of it, and ran the machine empty. Five minutes later all of the power to that side of my house went out and I have still not been able to find the circuit fault. I called up an electrician the next morning, after a tormented night of sounds and bumps, and then tried looking up an exorcist. Exorcists unfortunately aren't in the yellow pages. The workman came around noon and went down to the basement (where I had not gone) to check the breakers. He left shortly after going down and told me that he was never coming back and that he had a good mind to hit me with his wrench for calling him here. The shadows in the corners of the house seemed bigger than before, and I don't like shadows that shift and adjust when you aren't looking. There was a puddle slowly forming under the washer.

I went outside to pace under the sun, and started to notice odd scraps of ragged fabric stuck to some of the trees and brambles edging my property. One of them was recognizeable as part of one of my much older stuffed animals, from when I was a toddler. There must have still been a box of them tucked away somewhere. I went upstairs to look, and found only a decapitated Pooh in an otherwise empty cardboard box. Pooh's eyeless, mouthless head was on the seat of my car. The rest of the never-alive animals slowly came to view as I dug through some of the uncleared thickets, some of them with their heads seperated, some of them much worse. I saw the entrance to the crawlspace under the sideporch was open. This crawlspace leads directly to another crawlspace that goes to the basement. I saw some scraps of fur and stuffing laying in the entrance and was sure that I heard heavy, animal breathing deeper inside.

Inside, as the sun faded, the noises started again. I looked at some other pictures I had taken before and found one I hadn't noticed where Baron's eyes glowed a faint eerie red. Staying in the house for another night was a terrifying prospect. I was being forced to accept that some sort of evil supernatural entity was making a residence and destroying my life and my wellbeing. Looking in the downstairs bathroom mirror, my skin was almost china-pale, with dark veins showing through. The corruption that was overtaking the house was starting to get me as well. As I looked at my face in the mirror in the dim fluorescent light (I needed to change one of the pair and hadn't) the reflection slowly faded to grayish dark, and swirled into ornate patterns that gave way to a pure blackness that looked back at me through a pair of bright red eyes, the only thing I could see. I heard a horrible scream that might have been my own, as the lights went off through the entire house. The bathroom door is opposite the basement door, only a few feet to the other side and back a bit. I could hear slow shuffling sounds coming up them. My maglite was in my hand and my adrenaline was on full fight or flight mode. I chose fight.

I shone the light into the door and pulled it open. I swear to god I'm not crazy, and this is what I saw. There below me on the steps was Baron slowly walking up on two legs, one of my kitchen knives in his paws, scraps of other animals hanging off him. I yelled at the top of my lungs and shut the door, but it bounced back open. I was already several yards away, running upstairs for my guns. In my bedroom, the moonlight filtered through my curtains and I quickly grabbed my 870 and prepared to charge back down. I felt prickles on my neck and turned to see the eyes outside my window. They winked out into nothing with an unearthly moan and I left the house as fast as I could. I did not see 'Baron' on the way out.

The rest is too difficult for me to write down just now, from the ordeal under the cellar to what we found in the crawlspaces. With the help of a Wiccan aquaintance, my house is partially cleansed (thank God!) and the bear is now locked up in a box. I need to sell it, for someone to willfully accept it. Please help me.

There is a large rip on the back, a small one on the belly that is sealed up with red thread. The eyes are firmly attached and for reasons I am not willing to discuss should not be removed under any circumstances. I am not a professional ebayer or anything like that. I just want some peace in my life again.

No doubt it's all BS made up to sell an old bear, but damn, it's good BS. This guy should be a writer if he isn't already.
 

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Haha! that story had me in stiches, he starts of telling the story like an advert for everything, who cares what make of car he drives, or what DVD he is watching, or what car park he parked in.

Why would he sell this bear for someone else to endure the bad luck he has endured? The last thing that anyone wants who has witnessed hauntings or evil is for anyone else to go through it aswell.

Total bullshit in my opinion, its people like him that should be banned from Ebay.
 

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Haunted motherboard

Total piss take but quite an amusing read!

I shall start, with a story. A story of woe, that ends in satanic black magic. A story of how I came to be cursed.

Approximately seven weeks ago I came into the possession of an item that looked to be very promising, a Chipset M825 mini atx motherboard along with a duron 1800. I was shocked and pleased at the same time, but little did I know the gruesome twosome would soon possess me!

After a few weeks I found the time to mount the artifacts within a case, but unbeknownst to me, calamity and destruction would rain down upon me like a thousand molten pebbles. For the duo had trickery and doom all about them, the system powered up and the fans did spin, but nowt else would happen!? I could not determine if one were leading the other or if both were destined for my ruination, so with all due haste I replaced the original system components and cast asunder the devilboard! When I tried to boot up the original system, I found myself in quite the predicament, the demon had managed to lay waste to the other components, without ANY contact!.

I consider myself something of an expert in all fields, especially computing, electronics and DEMONOLOGY, also known as Dermatitis if you speak latin.
My analysis of the motherboard revealed something most shocking, runes! RUNES astrewn across the heatsink, as though it had been imbued with some dark power! At first I left the room and collected my thoughts, and then I returned with lead gloves to continue my inspection. That is when I found the true sign! On the underside of the devilboard I found notations of '666' in blue blood (clearly the blood of a demon). It is then that I reasoned that this board must have been fashioned by the lance of loginus, a holy but completely evil relic, and that the runes were prepared to withhold that evil.

For those not in the know, the Lance of Longinus was used by the centurion to pierce the heart of christ, the blood gave the lance (also known as the spear of destiny) a ravaging thirst for blood, but at the same time ensured victory for the bearer. Hitler in fact went to great lengths to try and obtain this artifact. In fact, he may have fashioned this board himself? The nazis did worship the norse gods, the runes odin perhaps written by his own hand to seal away the demon!?

Please note you are bidding on A motherboad and Processor described above, NOT THE LANCE OF LOGINUS OR THE HEART OF CHRIST.
 

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Haunted Doll

Does what it says on the tin, apparently!

She doesnt just own 1 haunted doll though, she owns 18!
 

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Wierd, when I was a kid I had a doll I thought/'felt' was evil... :shock:

Mind you, I suppose everyone does...? :spinning
 

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And now you could have sold it for a fortune!!

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So how about a share of the Holy Grail??

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for an investment “Angel” to come in at the ground level to purchase a two per cent equity share of the Holy Grail.

A two per cent share of the Holy Grail will be yours in the event of the Grail being found by the sellers, who are two seasoned Grail hunters from the UK. The Grail hunters have amassed a vast knowledge of Grail lore over a period of more than 20 years and have close connections with leading figures in some of the preeminent clandestine organisations associated with the Holy Grail, such as the Knights Templars and the Priory of Sion.

We have drafted a document which details the material terms of the deal we are offering. It reads as follows:

This Agreement dated ............... grants to .............................................. (hereinafter known as the Grail Stakeholder) a 2% (two per cent) beneficial but not executive ownership stake in the artifact/substance/device/phenomenon/episode/entity/some other stuff or thing popularly known as “the Holy Grail” (hereinafter known as the Holy Grail) in the event of the aforesaid Holy Grail being found by
........................................................ (hereinafter known as the Grail Finders).

The parties agree the following terms:

(1) The benefits of this Agreement comes into effect upon the finding of the Holy Grail by the Grail Finders. Except as otherwise agreed in clause 3(ii) of this contract, this Agreement does not apply to, and the Grail Stakeholder hereby acknowledges that the Grail Stakeholder shall have in perpetuity no claim to, any income or assets in any way associated with the Holy Grail that may have been generated or owned by the Grail Finders prior to their finding of the Grail.

(2) If the Holy Grail manifests itself in physical form, the parties agree that in the event this physical form may be deemed to have financial or otherwise economic value, the Grail Stakeholder will be entitled to certain shares of the generated revenue. To this end, the parties agree as follows:

(i) In the event that the Grail Finders decide at their sole discretion to sell the Grail to a third party (including but not limited to the Pope or any other certified personal representative of God, or any other nominated agent appointed by God to act in God’s name) the Grail Stakeholder will receive 2% (two per cent) of the identifiable net receipts realised from such sale.

(ii) If the Grail Finders at their sole discretion decide to exhibit the Grail to the general public, the Grail Stakeholder will receive 2% (two per cent) of the Grail Finders’ identifiable annual net profits generated from such an exhibition.

(iii) If the Grail Finders use the Holy Grail as a principal attraction around which to establish a business venture of any other nature (including but not limited to a Holy Grail Theme Park), the Grail Stakeholder will receive 2% (two per cent) of the Grail Finders’ identifiable annual net profits from such a venture.

(3) If the Holy Grail manifests itself as a cup or a chalice or a bowl or some other kind of vessel for holding liquid, it is hereby agreed that:

(i) The Grail Stakeholder will be allowed one sip from the vessel of a beverage of the Grail Stakeholder’s choosing, which beverage to be provided by the Grail Stakeholder at the Grail Stakeholder’s sole expense. The Grail Stakeholder may thereby gain eternal life and the healing of all physical ailments. However, because the Grail Finders cannot be held responsible for the mysterious powers of the Grail and all that, the Grail Finders shall not be held responsible for any failure on the part of the Holy Grail to give eternal life to the Grail Stakeholder, or to alleviate physical ailments, and the Grail Stakeholder hereby warrants to make no claims of any kind against the Grail Finders in the event of such failure.

(ii) The Grail Stakeholder will receive 2% (two per cent) of the Grail Finders’ identifiable annual net profits from the sale to third parties of sips from the vessel, whether such sales are made before (through “option to sip” agreements) or after the discovery of the Holy Grail.

(4) If the Holy Grail manifests itself as a person (somebody of the direct bloodline of Christ and/or the ancient Merovingian kings, for instance), the Grail Finders will endeavour to secure reasonable access to the said person for the Grail Stakeholder to film and take photographs.

(5) If the Holy Grail does not manifest itself in physical form and cannot be financially or otherwise exploited in any way, the Grail Finders will do their best to make sure that the Grail Stakeholder experiences whatever experiences can be experienced through, with, from, or as a result of, the Holy Grail on a pro-rata basis commensurate with the Grail Stakeholder’s overall two per cent ownership of the Holy Grail. However, because the Grail Finders cannot be held responsible for the mysterious powers of the Grail and all that, the Grail Stakeholder accepts this may not be possible, especially if the Holy Grail turns out to be a one-off phenomenon, such as a religious vision of some description. In this event, the Grail Finders will use their best endeavours to recreate and emulate the phenomenon using recent desktop computer technology for the sole enjoyment, on a one time basis only, of the Grail Stakeholder. The Grail Stakeholder hereby warrants to make no claims of any kind against the Grail Finders with regard to the perceived level of entertainment offered by such emulation.

Signed and dated



..................................................................
for and on behalf of the Grail Finders



...................................................................
for and on behalf of the Grail Stakeholder

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll? ... 9516183172
 

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Sold: Elvis Presley's house goes for $905,100

Tue May 16, 2006 9:34am ET165

By Michael Conlon

CHICAGO (Reuters) - Psychic Uri Geller and two partners have bought the Tennessee house Elvis Presley lived in before moving to Graceland, with a winning bid of $905,100 on eBay, he said on Monday.

"We are unbelievably pleased. This is a piece of history," Geller said by phone from England.

"We intend to restore it to its old glory. We would like to bring sick children there (for tours), Palestinian children, Israeli children, American children," the Israeli-born Geller said. "Hopefully one day we might get approval to turn it into a museum."

Presley bought the four-bedroom, two-bath house at 1034 Audubon Drive in Memphis in 1956 with a down payment of $500. He lived there for 13 months before moving to Graceland, the now-famous Memphis estate where he died in 1977.

During his time in the white, ranch-style house with an outdoor swimming pool, Presley's career took off with hits such as "All Shook Up" and "Don't be cruel."

Geller identified the sellers as Mike and Cindy Hazen, who bought the house some years ago, though not from Presley, for about $180,000.

Geller had original bid $300,000 last month but a bidding war ensued and the price ballooned, he said. During the process he was approached by dozens of people wanting to go in with him, he said. He chose two, New York lawyer Pete Gleason and Lisbeth Silvandersson, a Swedish-born jewelry maker who lives in England, as equal partners.

He had set a ceiling price of $1.11 million, said Geller, who acknowledges a paranormal fascination with the number 11.

"As the clock closed on the bidding Sunday," Geller said, "I felt intuitively I got the price. I was text messaging Gleason and it was exactly 11 on my mobile phone and suddenly the radio started playing an Elvis song. That was Elvis telling me we got the house!"

Geller met Presley in Las Vegas in the 1970s after the "King of Rock and Roll" asked him to perform his "spoon bending" trick for him, he said. Since then he has amassed a large collection of Presley memorabilia, he said.

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© Reuters 2006.

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Leprechaun Urine

(It seems that possession of Leprechaun urine may impair your ability to use capital letters)

ok so my friend and I were in the woods taking some pictures for a school project... we were walking back when suddenly I heard the faint sound of someone singing. it was an irish tune, like an irish drinking song. my friend was preoccupied with something else and he didn't notice. we walked further toward the singing, and thats when I saw what it was. now here's where the story gets strange IT WAS A LEPRECAHUN!!!!! as soon as the leprechaun saw me he started running away. I whipped out my camera and tried to get a shot of him for proof to give to scientists and leprechaun lovers. I snapped the photo but my stupid friend mike got in the way because he saw a tree he thought was funny:

we ran after the leprechaun and eventually caught him. he was so scared that he started peeing all over the place. thinking quickly I said "mike dude get that vial we brought and catch the pee if you want to go down in history forever!!" the vial filled up and mike capped it. the leprechaun struggled out of my grip and ran off into the distance, still singing a jolly tune (its hard to get a leprechaun's spirits down). we didn't care though, because we had obtained real leprechaun urine! our luck got even better when we found a 4 leaf clover on the ground where a drop of the urine landed. apparently leprechaun urine has magical powers to sprout 4 leaf clovers from the ground. my friend mike said to me "do you really think we'll go down in history?" and I said "yes I do mike, yes I do." we high fived and walked home.

Success!! here is a picture of the of the urine with the clover in it (we're acutally not sure that its a real 4 leaf clover, it might have just been damaged during the bustle):

interestingly the leprechaun was holding a bottle of beer when we found him and its in the photograph. you can't really make it out because its so small in the photo, so I've drawn what it would roughly look like magnified:

I talked to my scientist friend Dr. Selazhivinckleberry for some professional knowledge on leprechauns and their lifestyle.

"leprechauns typically have 10 to 20 bottles of beer per day and it is the primary substance in their diet." he told me. he also told me that "leprechauns spend most of their days in the woods singing lively irish tunes. most leprechauns are so jolly that sometimes they just start dancing, but this is rarely seen because they ususally hide themselves with their invisibility powers."

I asked if it was true that they had pots of gold, to which he replied "no, that's just a silly myth." I asked him where leprechauns like to visit, and he said "well leprechauns don't travel much except when they slide across rainbows to visit the fairy forest." but what about those beards? do all leprechauns really have facial hair? "absolutely. all leprechauns are born with beards. even the females."

even though he didn't have a pot of gold, the leprechaun did have 3 coins with a weird a rodent carved on them (we think its the official animal of ireland):

the highest bidder gets only one of these coins (which may or may not be good at your local Chuck E. Cheese) since we want something to remember this crazy experience by.

you definitely DO NOT want to miss this once in a lifetime opportunity. you will be a loser if you do not buy this. just think of how mad your friends will be if they find out that they could have had a friend that bought LEPRECHAUN URINE! if you buy this you will be the coolest guy in town! I guarantee it! once again this is the opportunity of a LIFETIME! here are some quotes from my friends:

"its the opportunity of a lifetime!"

"I wish I had leprechaun urine!"

"this is the greatest day of my life"

"hooray"

if all of my friends are so excited about leprechaun urine, your friends should be too!
 

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Strange eBay auctions

I know there will be a thread about these somewhere, but unfortunately I'm too inept to find 'em.

Anyway found a quite interesting one....http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=200009841142
It is for "STRANGE ROCK W/ EMBEDDED APPARENT ELECTRONIC PART" which was featured in the FT a while back amongst other journals of the strange. The thing that gets me is that he is asking for nearly half a million dollars for a pebble with some solder and a transistor (I say transistor due to the three points) filling a hole!
Has anyone else got any good auction artefacts? We can start an FT related auction site and flog all our old Jesus toasties!!!! :roll: ;)
 

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TommyK13 said:
This bizarre auction took place in my town a few weeks ago. It was all the bits and bobs that used to docorate one of the pubs in the middle of Otley. The ladlord has sold up and retired and before he did so he sold off all the items.

http://www.wharfedaleobserver.co.uk/dis ... ammer.php/

And you tell me this AFTER the event! Damn my wallet would have taken a pasting and Min would have given me a good staring!

Gordon
 

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gordonrutter said:
TommyK13 said:
This bizarre auction took place in my town a few weeks ago. It was all the bits and bobs that used to docorate one of the pubs in the middle of Otley. The ladlord has sold up and retired and before he did so he sold off all the items.

http://www.wharfedaleobserver.co.uk/dis ... ammer.php/

And you tell me this AFTER the event! Damn my wallet would have taken a pasting and Min would have given me a good staring!

Gordon

Sorry Gordon, but I only just found the General Forteana board - I usually do all my posting on the It Happened to me board.

The next time a local landlord is selling off his collection stuffed crocodiles, stuffed foxes, coffins, skeletons etc. I will be sure to give you prior warning.
 
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