Okay, so I guess there is one more gross one. The story begins in 1970 in Florence, Oregon. It seemed it was going to be a normal day, until a 45-foot long dead Sperm Whale drifted up onto the beach. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, most people had no idea of what to do with it, let alone the authorities. At the time, the beach was considered to be under the jurisdiction of the Highway Patrol, so eventually they were the ones forced to make a decision about what to do with the thing. Unfortunately, all the people in charge were men, so the conclusion they arrived at was blowing up the whale carcass with a half ton of dynamite. You see where this is going, right? They moved the spectators back a quarter of a mile before setting off the charges (of course there were spectators! This is Oregon, what else are they going to do all day?). And what happened when the blast went off? If you're still reading, the explosion went off perfectly. Unfortunately, it also had the side effect of tossing large rotting whale chunks high into the air and crashing down around the spectators. How big were these chunks? One piece alone smashed a car. And not one of those sissy compact cars we have now. A good, solid, pre-1970's car. If you're the sort of person that has a really sick sense of humor, the whole thing was caught on video by a news crew. You can watch it all go down here...
Armed with a laptop, a Pepsi, and a swivel chair, J.D. sets out to uncover the deepest secrets of the film world.
Or, ya know, just write random movie-related lists. Either way....
Okay, so I guess there is one more gross one. The story begins in 1970 in Florence, Oregon. It seemed it was going to be a normal day, until a 45-foot long dead Sperm Whale drifted up onto the beach. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, most people had no idea of what to do with it, let alone the authorities. 
