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Thursday, December 24, 2009

The 6 Most Badass Skills You Can Learn in Under a Week


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How many times have you watched an action movie and thought to yourself "Man, it must take years of training to be able to pull that off?" Real life police officers, soldiers, and spies have to undergo rigorous training before they get to pilot submarines and shoot people, right?

As it turns out, that's... entirely true. Being a real-life James Bond would take a lifetime of learning and practice. But as it also turns out, there are classes you could take this year that could get you half-way to James Bondhood, many of them taking a week or less of your precious, movie-watching time.

#6.
Rick Seaman Stunt Driving School

If there's one thing that has become synonymous with James Bond through the years, it's blatant misogyny. A close second, though, would have to be the tragic destruction of fantastically expensive automobiles. In just one afternoon of filming Casino Royale, three stunningly beautiful, brand new Aston Martin DBS's were wrecked, just to film one measly stunt sequence that lasted mere seconds on screen. To put this in perspective, a single Aston Martin costs, at minimum, around four-hundred grand, a figure colloquially known as "more money than you will ever have, ever."

Luckily for us common folk, you can perform crazy stunts in any car, not just laughably expensive luxury sedans. And, with the proper training, you don't even have to total them to do it! But really, if you're not keeping the car, why wouldn't you?

The Coursework:

That proper training is provided at the Rick Seaman Stunt Driving School. Over the three day course, you'll learn everything from Tokyo drifting to speeding backwards through an obstacle course, skills that will prove invaluable if you ever find yourself Tokyo drifting or speeding backwards through an obstacle course.

The class even advertises its ability to teach spinning and sliding either 90, 180, 270 or 360 degrees. Anyone wishing to swerve around in non-quarter-turn intervals is shit out of luck--but if that was your goal, you're probably just a show-off asshole anyway and we hope you never get to take this course.

In addition to the standard two-part stunt driving classes, there is also mention of a special course, called "Anti-Terrorist/VIP Protection," whose very existence is so top-secret that it had to be hidden by placing it slightly further down the page. The exact details in the curriculum are notably left out of the website, likely to keep these undoubtedly hardcore techniques from falling into the wrong hands. The wrong hands, in this case, being defined as "hands that do not contain the several thousand dollars that this course costs."

#5.
Advanced Surveillance

Every once in a while, spies have to take some time off from murdering and/or sleeping with all kinds of exotic strange to, you know, get some actual spying done. But how do they learn how to use all of that complex spy gadgetry? And more importantly, how can YOU, the consumer, learn how to set up such equipment for purposes that are only tangentially related to watching your hot neighbor undress?

By taking the "Surveillance Advanced" course at Intelligent Training International Limited.

The Coursework:

The lectures are divided into seven days; one for introduction, one for a final exam, one for closing thoughts and the rest is to teach different ways for surreptitiously observing people who really don't want to be observed.

Interestingly enough, each day of borderline-stalker techniques is split up in to two topics: The first is an overview of the material (from your basic "Eavesdropping" through the more complicated "Covert Video Surveillance" to the downright-terrifying "Telephone Interception"), while the second is how each fits in to the local British legal system.

Now, we here at Cracked are far from experts in UK law (or any kind of law, really... or even basic civics), but unless 1984 was actually a documentary, laws regarding secretly spying on your unwilling countrymen couldn't possibly be that complicated. At the very least, the phrase "don't fucking spy on people, bloke" has to be in the law somewhere, right?


Nope.

Oh, and they also offer a course called "Counter-Espionage", presumably aimed both at people who have found out that their friends and co-workers have taken "Advanced Surveillance" and former "Advanced Surveillance" students who have hidden their bugs so well that they can no longer find them.

#4.
Lock picking School (In A Box!)

In The World Is Not Enough, Bond had a secret lock pick built in to a credit card. Despite this amounting to what would have to be the most unwieldy lock pick device in history, you can still find replicas of it on the Internet.

Of course, if you're in a career that involves picking locks, you probably don't want your identity getting out. Luckily, there is a course that lets you learn to pick a lock from the comfort of your own home dressed in the comfort of your own stained boxers, which is probably what you're going to be wearing when you try to drunkenly pick the lock at the Playboy Mansion anyway.

The Coursework:

The Lock Picking School (In A Box!) is more or less exactly what it sounds like: a series of locks, placed in to some kind of shipping container, then mailed to your door. You then use the included basic set of lock picks, or your own personal set, to whittle them open, starting with simple, one-pin locks all the way up to a standard five-pin lock. You know, the kind of lock on your front door. The one that you count on to keep you safe at night.

What's that you say? You don't have any lock picks?

That's cool, you can buy those, too! That's right, despite the fact that these picks are built with one and only one purpose (namely, to pick locks, although they would probably make decent shanks in a pinch also), the possession of picks and wrenches is legal in most places, especially if you can prove you're not planning on stealing anything with them. Go ahead, check that link if you don't believe us. Yeah, that's Wikipedia, homes. Wikipedia ain't never lied.



#3.
Become a Human Lie Detector

Any secret agent worth his hidden cyanide pills is going to have to be prepared for intense negotiations. Whether you've captured a deadly SPECTRE double-agent working as an MI6 janitor, or are just buying a used car, you've got to be able to tell when the enemy is lying through his teeth to you, and how to best disguise the fact that you're lying through your teeth at the same time.

Also you can be like that guy in Lie to Me, for the few of you who watch that show.

The Coursework:

This particular double-oh technique has been cleverly disguised as a business management lecture lasting only a few hours, steeped in the psychology of human information processing and body language. With it, the course website claims, you'll be able to tell when a salesmen is lying to you (hint: it's always), your employees are lying to you (also always) and even when your own children are stretching the truth (again, always).


Liar!!

Then you can watch as paranoia creeps in from the corners of your mind, slowly replacing lesser human emotions like "trust" and "compassion." Become like the masters, believing no one and slowly losing any connection you have to humanity as you realize the innocent gestures of everyone around you are shrouded in half-truths and outright falsehoods, a crippling realization that will plummet you into an endless cycle of despair and alcoholism. Your mother tells you she loves you... and you see the lie in her eyes.

Interesting to note is that at no point does the literature ever mention the moral ramifications of studying, in depth, the physical and conversational gestures that give away lying behavior, and how studying them in this way by definition gives the student an easy way to cover up their own falsehoods in order to advance their own agenda. Happy schooling, you shady bastards!

#2.
Stiletto Spy School

We admit we sometimes neglect the ladies in our articles, and just because you lack James Bond's genitals doesn't mean you can't live the life of a super spy.

In fact, there is a class just for you...

The Coursework:

The Stiletto Spy School is an all-in-one anti-terrorism class designed especially for females with extra helpings of "kick-ass" and "hell yes" far beyond anything seen thus far. It is exactly what Sex and the Citywould look like if directed by Michael Bay, compressed into a four-day class and somehow made precisely as awesome as its components are shitty.

What's so special about this school is that, when it comes to being a super secret agent, every base is covered. Need to fit in at a classy dinner thrown by an unscrupulous warlord? You'll spend plenty of time studying "Etiquette," "Wine Pairing" and "Martini Mixology." What about making contacts among shady folks at an underground speakeasy? Classes in poker skills and pool should give you an edge. Locked in a Turkish prison with only a bit of string and a paperclip? Learn how to use MacGyver skills to save the free world. And no, that's not some kind of exaggeration: There is literally an entire section called "MacGyver Skills." Yes, that sentence just happened, and it makes every single year of your normal education seem worthless in comparison.

Certainly no class in spying would be complete without teaching you how to bring down epic quantities of sheer, terrifying violence on your enemies, and holy hell does this one deliver: What starts with simple, conceptual "Threat Elimination" leads quickly to classes in "Hand-to-Hand Combat," "Knife Fighting," "Extreme Firepower" and either "Samurai Sword Training" or "Swat Team Training" depending on which state you take the class in.


We assume this is what Florida's combat training is like.

By the end of this training, any woman will have a hundred better ways to shoot down Creepy Dave from Accounting than awkward silence and made-up prior engagements.

And, of course, no gathering of several women would be complete without mandatory "Salon Time," proving that some things will apparently never change no matter how many coins are emblazoned with the likeness of Susan B. Anthony.


Coins are stupid.

If our overwhelmingly male readership is feeling left out at this point, fret not: The fine folks running the Stiletto School have deemed it fit to host similar training sessions for men. These male oriented classes are mostly the same, with the addition of the highly-phallocentric "Cigar Tasting" but the notable absence of "Seduction and Flirtation," which is, sadly, only available to women. But you didn't need that class anyway. Right, stud?

#1.
Urban Escape and Evasion

If you're the kind of person who used this article as a checklist for life skills, then you're going to have to come to grips with the fact that someday, the law will hunt you down. Whether it's because you picked the lock to the Department of Defense headquarters using only lipstick and tampons, or just killed some dudes with a poison dart for lying about bugging your office, by this point your spy chops will be well beyond what is legally defined as "allowably huge."

When that happens, you best be prepared to run and melt away into the vast urban jungle, or, if you weren't fast enough, escape from captivity to the souped-up Honda that you will inevitably use to Tokyo drift your way to freedom. When that time comes, On Point Tactical can help.

The Coursework:

Over the course of two days, you'll learn about everything from forging papers to picking locks to "escaping unlawful custody." It's fascinating how many felonies a person can get away with learning by promising to only use them against terrorists.

The final exam for the course is like most final exams, in that it will cover the material learned, make most people nauseous and be at an ungodly hour in the morning.


"Stay awake, dammit! Focus!"

It is unlike most final exams in that you are stuffed in a shroud, handcuffed, tossed in the trunk of a car and abandoned on one end of a city, all the while forced on a scavenger hunt around town while bounty hunters are unleashed to track you down. Go ahead, read that sentence again. We did the math: It is not possible to put any number of words together in any language and have it come out more staggeringly awesome than that.


Congratulations. You are now Rambo.

All this... for the basic version of the course. There's a more advanced session, for those who have completed the first. This advanced session should come in handy for those times when you find yourself needing to overthrow a brutal dictator while traveling on a bus that can't dip below 50-mph lest it explode all while you have live bomb strapped to your neck set to detonate in 45 minutes.

You never know, that shit could happen.

Friday, July 31, 2009

7 High Tech Products And Their Cheap Ass Ingredients


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Every day you are bombarded with commercials for things you have to buy to avoid ending up bitter and alone in a pile of your own, reeking filth. You trust these products, because they arestate of the art and one of a kind, and because you are an idiot.

Or at least, that's what the advertisers think. It turns out a lot of these amazing, cutting edge products are really bullshit. Not just bullshit, but bullshit you could make on your own, for next to no cost. Such as...

#7.
Audio Cables

How They're Marketed:

The world of audiophiles is a strange and frightening one. For them, the actual song is bullshit. What really matters is the sound quality. Do you want to listen to t.a.t.u all scratchy and low fidelity, whatever that means? Fuck no, you want to hear it with such clarity and richness the pseudo-lesbian antics are practically tickling your eardrums right alongside every awful note.

And you can't do that with your shitty Walkman. You need high tech audio equipment. Shit like Pear audio cables. They fucking rule, because they cost thousands of dollars.

Pear stays in business based on the "holy shit" principle. As in "holy shit, those speaker cables cost thousands of dollars" or "holy shit, I breathe through my mouth, and these cables cost thousands of dollars, therefore they must be the best and I should buy them."

Pear's Anjou cables apply "rigorous consideration of applicable scientific and engineering principles followed by real world testing." That means they're so highly advanced that when you use them to connect your 8-track player to your speakers, if it happens under a full moon, Aqua may actually appear and sing "Barbie Girl" live for you. No shit. It's happened before. Twice.


It's not like they're doing anything else.

What it Really Is:

Like any audio cables, the Anjou cables--and other insanely expensive cables like them--are kinda sorta just cables. Pretty much a few pennies worth of copper and plastic. Not only do the expensive cables not make thousands of dollars worth of difference, they don't make any difference. To prove it, skeptic James Randi offered $1 million to anyone who could hear the difference between cheap cables and the high-end ones in a big, public "you are full of shit" throwdown.

Seriously, just take the blind hearing test, cheap cables vs. Pear, and if you can pick out the difference, you're a millionaire. As it stands, Randi still has his million dollars and you can get some decent cables at Wal-Mart for a few bucks.

#6.
Whitening Toothpaste

How it's Marketed:

Toothpaste ads are quick to inform us that every time you smile you're forcing the world to tolerate your corn-filled shitlog of a grimace and no one anywhere is enjoying it. Indeed, the fact is no matter how much you brush with your tube of Sponge Bob Bubblegum flavored toothpaste, your teeth are still manky, stained pillars jutting forth like the decrepit fingers of the damned. Brooke Shields wouldn't be half the woman she is today if she was walking around with the Crypt Keeper teeth she was born with


Brooke Shields, 1983.

Fortunately, toothpaste manufacturers offer redemption via just a few weeks of vigorous brushing with their cutting edged whitening toothpastes! What a miracle of modern fucking science!

What it Really Is:

Whitening toothpaste, by and large, is regular toothpaste with grit in it. It can be anything from aluminum oxide, which is the main ingredient in chalk used for billiards, to calcium carbonate, the basic ingredient of many antacids. Basically, if it's gritty, it'll scrub shit off your teeth. They could use sand in whitening toothpaste and get the same effect.


Or you could grind your teeth on a big bag of rocks.

Another popular ingredient is hydrogen peroxide; that stuff that mom put on all your scraped knees that fizzed up like nobody's business. Peroxide does have bleaching properties, but in toothpaste is at such alow level its effect is pretty negligible. So your dentists formulated and recommended whitening formula's actual working components could be mimicked at home if you drop your toothbrush on the floor and simply choose not to wipe all the crunchy shit off of it before brushing.

#5.
OxiClean

How It's Marketed:

Like us, you probably do your monthly load of laundry then pull out your graying boxers, tears in your eyes, and lament those fart starts that just won't come clean no matter how much detergent you put in the wash. And while we're on the topic, how do we get the barbeque stains off the other side of the boxers? Can't anyone answer our prayers?

Fuck yes, late infomercial barker Billy Mays can!


Rest in Peace, you magnificent beard.

OxiClean is so amazing that pitchman Billy Mays cannot keep his voice at a reasonable volume at all. He is losing his shit and it's because stains are history.

Did you see how Julia saved her home from the filth trail left by those two dwarfs on PCP? Amazing. If it hadn't been for Billy Mays and his ultimate weapon against stains, Julia would probably be turning tricks right now.


"You'd never know that I just killed a hooker in this bed. Thanks OxiClean!"

What it Really Is:

In fact, OxiClean is actually sodium percarbonate, a standard cleaning chemical that's been around just short of forever. You can buy it in bulk at most chemical supply companies or pool supply stores where it's sold to help balance your pool's pH. You can get bucket loads cheap as hell there, but you have to ask yourself if you're willing to deprive the Mays estate of the income.

Do you want Billy to have died in vain?

#4.
HeadOn

How It's Marketed:

After an evening of drinking Wild Turkey and smashing open coconuts with your forehead, chances are good that you're going to wake up with a splitting headache. Sure there's proven, over the counter drugs like Tylenol and Advil that you can get at the drugstore, but you know what else they sell at the drugstore? Tampons. Ergo, drugstores are for pussies.

You need some scientifically formulated awesome that's going to fix your mildly bruised frontal lobes and allow you to go about your day. You need HeadOn. We hear you apply it directly to your forehead.

If you haven't seen the commercials for this stuff, count yourself lucky. It's like a gypsy curse that grasps your brain with spindly, boney claws and won't fucking shut up.


"Apply directly to the forehead. Apply directly to the forehead."

Nowadays the commercials just repeat "HeadOn: Apply directly to the forehead" about 16 times. But back when it first hit the market they assured consumers that one rub of this giant chapstick of pain thinner was all it took to make your headache vanish.

In fact, they said it was "clinically proven." Hey, that sounds clinical, sign us up! And it provides fast, effective relief for headache pain. They even have a migraine strength version that probably contains opium or something. Best of all, the shit is available without a prescription, so thank God you don't need to offer your doctor a hummer to get your next HeadOn fix, you can just go to Walgreens and buy some.

What it Really Is:

But then the Better Business Bureau asked the makers of HeadOn to remove any "factual claims" from their commercials because there weren't a hell of a lot of "facts" to back up anything they were "claiming." HeadOn is really easy to duplicate even without the use of a fully stocked chemistry lab. If you'd like the same effect at home, you could rub a candle directly on your forehead.

HeadOn, as it turns out, is almost completely made from wax, with a small amount of extra crap--small as in parts per trillion--added in. That means it is, effectively, just wax.

Or, in other words, HeadOn is a shitty wax placebo. HeadOn is a shitty wax placebo. HeadOn is a shitty wax placebo!


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#3.
Antiperspirants

How It's Marketed:

By and large everyone wants to assure you that, until you use an antiperspirant/deodorant of some kind, you're a fucking leper. Whatever situation you're in is going to end in disaster if you even think of starting to sweat, you greasy, slippery fucker you. And don't even think of having sex. Women hate you if you sweat. And ladies, men hate you too.


Ewww.

Secret has made a name for itself over the years assuring drippy, nasty ladies around the globe that their product, while strong enough to handle a man's pit deluge, it's actually pH balanced for a woman. Whatever the fuck that means.

Both hilarious and informative! So by what amazing medical advancement do these products somehow trick your body into not sweating?

What it Really Is:

Most antiperspirants contain chemicals like aluminum chloride or aluminum chlorohydrate. All they do is get stuck in your sweat glands and stop sweat from coming out. They're glorified stink corks. The same effect could be achieved at home by using something like alum to cover over the pores or witch hazel to shrink them. Realistically, though, any layer of shit that sticks in your pit would do just about as well as an antiperspirant.


Yes, even pudding. Especially pudding.

#2.
Energy Drinks

How It's Marketed:

Staying conscious is hard. There's awareness and cognition and all sorts of other shit that just wants to harsh your mellow. You need a little pick me up every once in a while to help keep you focused, and jabbering away like Quentin Tarantino. But if cocaine is too hard to come by, maybe you need an energy drink.They're like cocaine, only they taste like fruit that someone sat on.

The ads make us think that all energy drinks are marketed to the functionally retarded. The basic line is that you do shit poorly, drink this stuff and you will do it like Jesus if he were a pimp and jumping a skateboard off the top of Fuck You Mountain.

It even makes fat guys start cars. Sweet, that'll definitely help college kids do homework to the X-Treme!!


X-TREME!!!

What it Really Is:

Let's take a drink like Amp, which contains caffeine, taurine and guarana. Those are the big three ingredients, along with sugar, in pretty much every single energy drink out there. You should know by now sugar gives you a quick burst of energy followed by a big downer, and if we need to explain the effect of caffeine then we'd first like to welcome you to the 19th century. Please, hang up your tweed pantaloons as we explain this thing called electricity.

Sixteen ounces of Amp contains about 143 milligrams of caffeine. This seems like a lot, probably. On the other hand, an eight ounce cup of coffee is going to contain up to 175 milligrams. But Amp also has that guarana and taurine. Of course, guarana is just a plant that is full of caffeine and pretty much nothing else of note. That's where your 143 milligrams came from, but at least it contributes to what Amp does, unlike taurine. Taurine, so far as anyone can tell, doesn't do a goddamned thing.

So you could spend a few bucks on a big can of mildly fruity douche water to get a slight buzz, or just brew a cup of coffee and add some sugar and get the exact same effect. X-TREME!!!


This is the first Google image search result for "douchewater."

#1.
Gatorade

How It's Marketed:

Gatorade contains 22nd century nanotechnolgy and is responsible for Michael Jordan knowing how to play basketball and for Tiger Woods making anyone at all give a shit about golf.

Just look at this:

Holy shit is right, kids. Gatorade has laboratories and fucking face masks and dudes in white coats and all of them work together to make sports happen properly. None of that "may the best man win" bullshit . May the dude drinking Gatorade win. Fuck you every team in every sport from Cleveland!


Eat a dick, Chief Wahoo.

What it Really Is:

If you're anxious to become the next lacrosse sensation or, in this case, the first and only lacrosse sensation, but because you play lacrosse are too broke to afford Gatorade, you can make your own. How's that, you wonder? Cracked got its hands on the secret those Gatorade lab coat guys have been using for decades to make Michael Jordan a superstar.

First, you take some Koolaid. Then put on a lead apron (we have to assume this stuff isn't safe in its raw form) and add some salt. Now stand back. You just made Gatorade!

Yes, the space-age electrolyte balancing formula in Gatorade is pretty much the same thing deer have been using for centuries to stay moist: salt. The rest is pretty much just flavored water.


Now dump that shit on someone.