Now here's a little piece of Flash that is utterly devoid of any value besides base entertainment: Itchy Ritchie has an itch down his pants. Use your keyboard to scratch it.

Also from the same author: Pee-Mail, a true masterpiece. Both from Khosk, who has an eye for these sorts of things.

Fleury a Hawk

The chance to once again play for coach Brian Sutter was a key factor in Theo Fleury signing a two-year, $8.5-million US deal with the Chicago Blackhawks on Thursday.

We've seen a cooler implementation of this before, but this is a different design entirely: The Minifig Generator lets you mix and match parts to build a virtual Lego person. From Tef. The other one was called The Mini-Mizer.

And while we're on the Lego tip, be sure to check out this:

The Brick Testament: Bringing the stories of the Bible to Legophiles everywhere. Very well done, actually.

I suppose when one has access to a CNC mill, the possibilities are endless. Here's a machined aluminum rifle, completely one-off. Crazy stuff. From Lankus.

Here's a recently developed spam fighting tool: Cloudmark's SpamNet essentially uses P2P technology to enable a piece of spam identified in one area to be blocked from inboxes throughout the network. I'm there, once they develop a client for OE.

This one has been stewing in the content pot for quite some time. These are Do-It-Yourself Case Badges, for those so inclined to badge their cases.

This one's a good read about a redneck neighbor whose hobby is "home improvement." Submitted by Paul.

THURSDAY, 8/15/2002, 12:Ish am HST by Penfold

Oh the choices.

Why you shouldn't be stuffing gerbils and hamsters in places where they don't belong.

Getting tired of the crap "reality" shows on tv? Well how about a virtual Survivor using the Sims.

While searching for a way to get NHL center ice here in Hawaii, I can across the Hawaii professional hockey server. Run by a UH pofessor, its nice to see that its not just your web master who are afflicted with hockeyitis.

Wine glass snobbery

The only hitch: The store used plastic cups, and Romanee-Conti deserves better than Dixie. So on my way out of the house, I grabbed one of the Riedel Burgundy glasses that my wife had recently bought. To say that I was self-conscious carrying the glass into the store would be putting it mildly—I looked like I was on a perp walk—but the guy pouring was kind enough not to snicker until after I had turned my back.