June 8, 2008
Bring it, babies
OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets
[from Syl, of course.]
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May 21, 2008
Humid City, and the truth behind straight edge
Loki wants everybody to know that Humid City will be back soon.
To pass the time, please enjoy the rhythmic stylings of Mike "Dancing Around the World" Long, who I think gets Minor Threat better than anybody.
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May 13, 2008
Life imitates standup
So this penguin is driving down the road when suddenly smoke starts spewing from under the hood of his car and the engine dies. Not knowing anything about auto repair, he calls his road service and gets the car towed to the nearest mechanic.
"I'll put it up on the lift and take a look," the mechanic says. "You can hang out in the waiting room and I'll let you now what I find out."
The penguin takes a seat in the waiting room and idly flips through some magazines. After a while he notices that there's an ice cream shop across the street, so since the mechanic seems to be taking a while, he ducks out for a snack.
A little while later the penguin returns, just finishing up his vanilla cone, when the mechanic comes out, wiping engine grease from his hands.
"It looks like you blew a seal," the mechanic says.
The penguin blushes and wipes his mouth and says, "Oh! No, that's just ice cream."
ba-dum-dum
And now, back to the news:
MSNBC: Seal caught on tape molesting a penguin
In other news, a priest, a rabbi, and Britney Spears walked into a bar...
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February 19, 2008
Me neither, H
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothin' ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That's always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way
I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
That they'd never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wnna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street
When I see the 5 o'clock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up
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February 12, 2008
We should come with warning labels
Your nerd has built an annoyingly efficient relevancy engine in his head. It’s the end of the day and you and your nerd are hanging out on the couch. The TV is off. There isn’t a computer anywhere nearby and you’re giving your nerd the daily debrief. “Spent an hour at the post office trying to ship that package to your mom, and then I went down to that bistro — you know — the one next the flower shop, and it’s closed. Can you believe that?”And your nerd says, “Cool”.
Cool? What’s cool? The business closing? The package? How is any of it cool? None of it’s cool. Actually, all of it might be cool, but your nerd doesn’t believe any of what you’re saying is relevant. This is what he heard, “Spent an hour at the post office blah blah blah…”
You can be rightfully pissed off by this behavior — it’s simply rude — but seriously, I’m trying to help here. Your nerd’s insatiable quest for information and The High has tweaked his brain in an interesting way. For any given piece of incoming information, your nerd is making a lightning fast assessment: relevant or not relevant? Relevance means that the incoming information fits into the system of things your nerd currently cares about. Expect active involvement from your nerd when you trip the relevance flag. If you trip the irrelevance flag, look for verbal punctuation announcing his judgment of irrelevance. It’s the word your nerd says when he’s not listening and it’s always the same. My word is “Cool”, and when you hear “Cool”, I’m not listening.
Information that your nerd is exposed to when the irrelevance flag is waving is forgotten almost immediately. I mean it. Next time you hear “Cool”, I want you to ask, “What’d I just say?” That awkward grin on your nerd’s face is the first step in getting him to acknowledge that he’s the problem in this particular conversation. This behavior is one of the reasons that…
Your nerd might come off as not liking people. Small talk. Those first awkward five minutes when two people are forced to interact. Small talk is the bane of the nerd’s existence because small talk is a combination of aspects of the world that your nerd hates. When your nerd is staring at a stranger, all he’s thinking is, “I have no system for understanding this messy person in front of me”. This is where the shy comes from. This is why nerds hate presenting to crowds.
The skills to interact with other people are there. They just lack a well-defined system.
From Karl, who knows. Read the whole thing, it's brilliant.
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January 5, 2008
I just sent someone running back into therapy, I guess.
Checking my sitemeter, I discover somebody who ran across my blog googling "pics of hot guys new orleans".
Apparently the #2 link for that search in Google leads to the infamous sushi pictures.
They didn't click around to read any more.
Nyuk nyuk nyuk.
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October 28, 2007
I found pills
This just tickled my tailbone funnybone (courtesy of Karl):
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October 12, 2007
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours
I don't know why it's taken me this long to notice, but this practically leapt out at me last night from some campaign workers t-shirt:
"Vote 69 Virginia Boulet"
I swear, you boys, it's true.
Finally, somebody who can get on top of the issues and face them head on.
I am fully behind her.
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September 9, 2007
Kitty!
[snagged from Anti Em's blogroll.]
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August 17, 2007
Path of Hurricane Dean
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August 15, 2007
Front-loading the regrettable humor
Oyster has some angst over thinking Katrina was so goddamn funny on August 24, 2005. (I mean, at the time it was, though, right?)
But he passes up Triple-Bonus 80's cred points by missing a chance to riff on Dean and the Weenies.
May I not be overwhelmed with remorse ten days from now.
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August 13, 2007
Separated at birth: C Ray and Bert
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August 4, 2007
What should the punishment be for women who have abortions?
Check out the religious right on YouTube.
Bwahaha! Talk about soft on crime.
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May 24, 2007
Subpoenas: You can remember
Nothing is just satire.
[via AmericaBlog]
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April 30, 2007
NOLAFugees: After N.O. Failures, Imus Bolsters Sharpton
NOLAFugees gets it on many levels:
“We’ve been trying for almost two years to put a price tag on the collective shame of the New Orleans power structure,” Sharpton said. “But apparently, you could pile a mound of dead brothers ten feet above sea level and not a single moneyed motherfucker blushes when we hit the streets.”
Update: More:
"Here's where the shit gets wild," Nagin warned listeners. The "money folk," according to Nagin, would still get behind the "business-oriented" Mayor, even against a well-known white candidate, because doing so would allow the conspiracy to remain veiled behind, as Nagin said, "a handsome black face."
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April 6, 2007
Nine cocunut custard pies!
So an offhand email remark about the yipyipyipyipyip aliens from Sesame Street has gotten out of hand and migrated to Hiromi's blog, where she has gone on to harder stuff like the Ladybug Picnic.
Well, little girl, I see your Ladybug Picnic and raise you one Counting Pie Guy.
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March 14, 2007
It's the most wonderful tiiiiiime of the year...
Maitri is under some delusion that today is pi day. Being a virtuous girl, she of course is celebrating a virtuous holiday.
Manly men know that today is actually Steak and a BJ Day.
Since my vegetarian wife is out of town, I get to eat steak.
Sigh...
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March 9, 2007
The kreme in my krispy
Suspect Device brings us this Friday Funny.
It's totally true, I guess, but if Dunkin' Donuts brought back crullers I'd probably even let you do me with the strap-on.
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December 18, 2006
Trailer Mashup: Hitchcock/Capra
Following in the footsteps of the romantic comedy Shining and the legendary zombie flick West Side Story comes a new Christmas classic, via Adrastos: Alfred Hitchcock's It's A Wonderful Life.
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December 8, 2006
Neither is irony, I guess
Saw this shirt on the guy behind me in line at the po boy shop yesterday:
Stupidity is NOT a crime.
Your free to go.
I wanted to ask him "My free to go what?" but he looked like the type who would pound me silly.
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September 27, 2006
Hi, my name is Ray
"Now you might not be able to sing it out loud, but you can hum it to yourself, and you know what the words are..."
I didn't write it, but I could have. I really could have.
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September 19, 2006
Talk Like A Pirate Day
A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel sticking out of his pants. The bartender says, "Hey, pal, did you know you have a steering wheel sticking out of your pants?"
The pirate says, "Arrrrr! It's drivin' me nuts!"
(Sank you. I am here all of the week.)
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August 31, 2006
Daddy's first pair...
...of motherfuckin' reading glasses.
Sigh...
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August 24, 2006
And another thing...
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When in Rome
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July 21, 2006
Unholy Army
All hail Schroeder, who just destroyed what was left of my Friday afternoon productivity with this:
The Unholy Army of Catholic Schoolgirls
I could do this for hours.
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May 20, 2006
Cab Dispatcher Rant
Like the man say, it's like Waiter Rant, but in cab dispatcher form.
I stopped reading Waiter Rant when he went all poetic and sappy. Fortunately The Blank Top Chronicles are still thick with sarcastic goodness. Oughta be good for a few days' diversion, at least.
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May 14, 2006
Happy Mother's Day
[Thanks to Gina from Chicory for the link.]
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April 21, 2006
Would you have been a Nazi?
Too full of sushi and tempura ice cream for a real post, but they pegged me pretty well. I got fairly familiar with the job and real estate market in Vancouver in November-December 2004.
| The Expatriate Achtung! You are 15% brainwashworthy, 36% antitolerant, and 33% blindly patriotic |
| Congratulations! You are not susceptible to brainwashing, your values and cares extend beyond the borders of your own country, and your Blind Patriotism does not reach unhealthy levels. If you had been German in the 30s, you would've left the country. One bad scenario -- as I hypothetically project you back in time -- is that you just wouldn't have cared one way or the other about Nazism. Maybe politics don't interest you enough. But the fact that you took this test means they probably do. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. Did you know that many of the smartest Germans departed prior to the beginning of World War II, because they knew some evil shit was brewing? Brain Drain. Many of them were scientists. It is very possible you could have been one of them. Conclusion: born and raised in Germany in the early 1930's, you would not have been a Nazi.  - it rules - |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Would You Have Been a Nazi Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test |
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April 17, 2006
Broadmoor Green Space Migratory Bird Refuge
Outstanding. (Banzai Bill, maybe you could get hired on as a game warden.)
The big green dot that Mayor Ray Nagin's Bring New Orleans Back Commission put on post-Katrina maps of Broadmoor stirred anger and controversy. But the suggestion that the deeply flooded neighborhood might best be turned into green space also seems to have inspired an instinct for political satire."Green space? We'll show you how it's done," resident Carey Herman said recently as she escorted a visitor to the Broadmoor Green Space Migratory Bird Refuge and Wetlands Reclamation Project.
Or did you think the yards-long puddle at Upperline and South Miro streets was just a pothole? That's what it started out as, about six months before Katrina.
Picture courtesy of Shokufeh:
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March 22, 2006
Oh bother. Oh bother.
An early (1987) video mashup of "Winnie the Pooh" and "Apocalypse Now".
Piglet is f-ing brilliant.
[Via BoingBoing]
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March 21, 2006
That ain't the way I remember it
BoingBoing links to a Positive Ape piece about kid heros of the 70's, including this bit about Evel Knievel:
It would be hard for someone born after 1980 to understand the hallowed place Evel held in the imagination of a kid back then. Forget fakes like Superman and Spider-Man, we had a real-life superhero to worship, a hero who dressed like a star-spangled Elvis, rode a Harley, smashed his bones like brittle Ortega taco shells, and who, in his ultimate act of insanity (and some would say of hubris) climbed into a red-white-and-blue rocket and shot himself over the gaping chasm of the Snake River Canyon. Like Icarus, he didn't complete his flight; missing the far side of the canyon, he plummeted to the canyon floor, narrowly avoiding drowning in the river below. I can still remember witnessing this event on ABC's Wide World Of Sports. just as I can instantly recall his painful slo-motion Caesar's Palace crash, the Zapruder film of my generation.
The thing is, I distinctly remember that the Snake River jump was not broadcast on TV at all, it was strictly a pay-per-view closed-circuit television thing, in the days when almost nobody had cable TV. In New Orleans, you could buy tickets to go to the Superdome to watch it on their big screen TVs. We begged and begged and begged, but the parents insisted we couldn't afford it.
So is Positive Ape just making shit up? Is this another of those "implanted memories" things, like all the people who remember being on the edge of their seat during the 1980 US hockey victory over the USSR even though the game wasn't actually broadcast on TV?
I found one article that claims that ABC was there broadcasting it live. But guess what? That article was written by ABC (and smacks of a little self-aggrandizing revisionist history, maybe?). The Wikipedia backs up my memory that it was closed-circuit only, because ABC didn't want to pay what Evel wanted to be paid for broadcast rights. These television news archives give headlines from (of all places) ABC News saying that it was going to be pay-per-view as well.
Evel's overwhelming importance to impressionable bike-riding boys in the 70's cannot be overstated, however, payr-per-view or no pay-per-view. And yeah, I had this stunt bike toy, too.
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March 20, 2006
Stick it up your ass, Starbucks!
This is what it would look like if my dad ever learned to use the Internet.
[Via Suspect Device]
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March 13, 2006
Oh my God, they killed....Chef?
Point...
NEW YORK - Isaac Hayes has quit “South Park,” where he voices Chef, saying he can no longer stomach its take on religion.
Counterpoint...
“South Park” co-creator Matt Stone responded sharply in an interview with The Associated Press Monday, saying, “This is 100 percent having to do with his faith of Scientology... He has no problem — and he’s cashed plenty of checks — with our show making fun of Christians.”
Much as I would love to side with the creator of Hot Buttered Soul on this one, I have to finally come down in the "Fuck Scientology" camp.
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February 28, 2006
Wo bist du, Cluemeister?
Some days I don't know.
I just don't know.
(In other news, Mardi Gras rocked. Home tomorrow, pictures when my body has recovered.)
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February 20, 2006
I can't stop watching this
Brrrrumm bum bum bum bum brrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm BRWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(Turn on your speakers.)
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February 9, 2006
HNT: The sushi pics
"It's a rather lurid cover, I mean...it's, it's like naked women, and he's tied down to this table, and he's got these whips and they're all...semi-nude. Knockin' on 'im and it's like much worse..."
"What's the point?"
"Well the point is it's much worse than 'Smell the Glove'...he releases that he's number three"
"Because he's the victim. Their objections were that she was the victim. You see?"
"Oh..."
"That's alright, if the singer's the victim, it's different. It's not sexist."
"He did a twist on it. A twist and it s-"
"He did, he did. He turned it around."
"We shoulda thought of that...."
"We were so close...."
"I mean if we had all you guys tied up, that probably woulda been fine."
"It's such a fine line between stupid and...and clever."
A couple of years ago on orkut, there was a big argument raging about body sushi...whether or not it was inherently sexist and degrading. Naturally, I was arguing strongly on the side of "sexy, if done with consent and respect". The anti-sex, anti-porn brigade was taking up the other side.
As is normally the case with these kinds of discussions, eventually I got bored with arguing and started making fun of the argument. This time in the form of pictures, which my wife took, and which I posted to the "Hot or Not" forum with a link back from the sushi discussion.
The effect was stunning. All discussion in the sushi forum instantly stopped dead. While in the Hot or Not forum, the responses ranged from "Oh my fucking god", to "Gross!", to "Gluuuuuh", to "You're supposed to eat that off a beautiful Asian model, not some guy's hairy back".
Which was kind of ironic, when you think about it. When a women does this, the discussion is about whether she is being objectified as a woman, being disrespected as a human being. When a man does it, the comments are only about whether or not he's sexy, or fat, or hairy, or gross...thus completely objectifying and disrespecting the man without regard for his feelings or his intent.
Anyway, these aren't current. These days I'm about 25 pounds lighter with about 15 hours worth of additional ink.
And yeah, we ate the sushi. The wife figured she'd licked worse things than my back, and the boy is such a sushi-hound he'd eat sushi if he found it lying in the middle of the road on the way to school.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.
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January 6, 2006
Cool! Blog for sale...
My blog is worth $31,614.24.
How much is your blog worth?
Not sure I trust his algorithm, since he says that Karl's blog is worth $0.00, but hey, you can't argue with fake money.
Thanks to Carol Elaine for the linky-poo.
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January 4, 2006
Sick jokes
So I skip the blackeyed peas this year, and by January 2nd I'm down with a monstrous snotty coughy hacking big green loogies virus, accompanied by all kinds of awful fever dreams. Super.
The only post I can muster today is another spectacular joke.
Q: What do they give every Tickle-Me Elmo before he leaves the factory?
A: A couple of test tickles.
Sank you. I am here all of the week.
Literally.
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January 2, 2006
Author discovered
The author of the Night Before Christmas that I posted last week has outed herself.
It's entitled "Ahoy to the World" and was penned by Stephany Lyman of UNO.
Thank you and happy New Year!
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January 1, 2006
This year will be funnier, I promise
2005 sucked so bad, so the only thing we can do is start 2006 off with some jokes.
Q: What do vegan zombies like to eat?
A: GRAAAAAIIIIINNNSSSS!
Q: How long did it take you to find that tea?
A: Ooooo, long.
(A bunch of people have sent me the first, including Hiromi and Sara. Chuck is to blame for the second.)
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December 27, 2005
Finally, fake boobs you can use.
Gina forwarded this to me, and suggested I inform Karl immediately.
Busty Mousepads have a built-in wrist rest in the form of gel boobs.
Ergonomics have always been very important to me. My birthday is in April.
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December 24, 2005
Festivus is real?
I had no idea that Festivus pre-dates the Seinfeld episode.
Many people learned of Festivus through "Seinfeld," but its roots actually go back several decades, when writer Daniel O'Keefe's father started it. He was looking for something more from the holidays, something that wasn't political or religious.O'Keefe wrote "The Real Festivus: The True Story Behind America's Favorite Made-Up Holiday" and co-wrote the "Seinfeld" episode.
I'm gonna change religions.
Oh, wait, I don't have a religion. Even better.
Although my mom is in town this year, so I've been getting a whole season's worth of airing of grievances as it is.
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December 23, 2005
Merry Christmas, y'all
I'm still in town but I don't know how much time I'll have for posting until next week, so everybody have a Merry Christmas or whatever else it is you celebrate.
Don't forget that you can still pre-order Do You Know What It Means until January 6, and all pre-order profits will go to Katrina relief.
Don't take your tree down til January 6th. Then put up your Mardi Gras decorations. Tis the season and all.
Finally, I leave you with a new Night Before Christmas, Post-K style, swiped from the legendary Gulfsails blog, who got it from who-knows-where. What it lacks in meter it makes up for in pure heart. Thank you, Unknown Author.
Update: The author is Stephany Lyman of UNO. Thanks Stephany!
Have a merry one, y'all.
'Twas the night before Christmas and in the Faubourg At the edge of the crescent, no creature stirred.Under the shroud-like blue plastic from FEMA
That flapped in the wind in the wake of Katrina,Nothing was hung by the chimneys with care
Since chimneys and roofs were no longer there.The houses, abandoned for trailers or Texas,
Were circled with watermarks, branded with Xs,And in them no sugarplums danced in kids' heads,
For no little children slept snug in their bedsOn this night before Christmas in Faubourg-St John
Where time had stopped dead, while the world carried on.Then, lo, from the depths of what once was my garden
(Now a wild cesspool of strange hydrocarbons)Up drift some voices from out of the dark
To compete with the flapping of my FEMA tarp:"They all axed for you, dawlin'. How did you do?"
"-Nine feet of water, and how about you?""Do ya know what it means to miss New Orleans?"
"-Not enough ersters-or rice and red beans!"I'm certain of whom this can't possibly be:
It's not the adjuster; it's not Entergy;With looters gone elsewhere, this can't be a stick-up;
And who can remember the last garbage pick-up?It's surely not someone from Capitol Hill
To tell me, at last, whether I can rebuild.I lift back what's left of my old cypress shutters
And peek past the tangle of phone lines and gutters,And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Not Santa Claus and his team of reindeerBut, costumed in rubber attire and gas masks,
A long second-line, waving hankies and flasks.Rather than coconuts, beads and doubloons,
This krewe carries gear (and, just barely, a tune).With wet vacs and power tools, sheetrock and nails,
Brawny and Brillo piled high in their pails,They're Superdome faithful, survivors of attics,
Mardi Gras maniacs, Jazz Fest fanatics,Carnival trackers (from Allah to Zeus),
Believers in Saints (whether St. Jude or Deuce),Joined by a couple of Dutch engineers,
Some out-of-town builders and church volunteers.They pause at the dead Live Oak next to my door
In T-shirts declaring Make Levees Not War.Since ditching my mold-ridden fridge at the curb,
MREs have become the hors d'oeuvres that I serveSo I pass them around with Abita's new ale
When a wrench taps, "Clink! Clink!" on the side of a pail:"To Blanco," they cry, "She got contra-flow down!
To Nagin-he sure told those Feds and Mike Brown!To NOLA dot com, CNN, and the Times
Who cut to the quick of the Superdome crime!To all those who took in our downtrodden folks,
Or ferried them out in their flat-bottom boats!To Tennessee... Texas... Jackson... Atlanta...
Our Baton Rouge brothers ... and Lou-i-si-ana!"I notice no Rudy steps up as their leader,
Yet something unseen guides this flock of believers,A force that transcends rich or poor, black or white,
A light that can steer this brigade through the night.In a twinkle they've finished the last of the ale
And they hoist their equipment, their masks and their pails:"On, Comet! On, Borax! On, on Spic 'n Span!
"Come (Yule) Tide and Cheer! Come, All, let us plan!Up, Mildew! Off, Mold! Out, out, Toxic Waste!
Come, Shout! Away, Wisk! Come, let us make haste!To the top of the water mark! Up, past the stair!
Let the City that Care Forgot know that we care!"Then to Lakeview, Gentilly, Chalmette and the East,
Away they all marched to a Zydeco beat.Ere they rose past the tarps, I heard a voice say
"Merry Christmas-and Laissez les bon temps rouler!"
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December 20, 2005
Mohawks in their natural habitat
Carrying a scanner,
Carrying a scanner,
The animal dies with fear in his eyes
With a scanner
Don't touch him, don't touch him
Stay away from him, he's got a scanner...
I've been threatening to post mohawk pictures for a long time, especially since Karl went and did it, and now somebody fucked up and bought me a scanner.
These are the only pictures in existence from that era. Mohawk Ray was kind of like Bigfoot...didn't come out much during the day, ran away when people approached, that sort of thing.
Artsy photo, in my room, 1984-ish:
My good buddy Alex and I engaged in our favorite sport, tequila endurance racing. Note how his girlfriend is not amused. She pretty much hated me 'cause I was a bad influence on her boyfriend.
Costume ball, 1985. Mohawk panda in tie and boots.
Unlike Karl, I won't be posting any mullet pictures any time soon, because I never had a frickin' mullet.
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December 11, 2005
Richard Pryor
There have been a lot of words written about the brilliant Richard Pryor over the past 24 hours, but nobody has delivered the perfect, succint, to-the-point eulogy like Trent:
Can we please have a moment of silence . . .
For the funniest motherfucker on the planet.
I can't really add a whole lot to that without ruining it.
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December 9, 2005
Sober Santa
There goes my productivity for the rest of the day.
Use your keyboard arrows. My high score is 512.
Via Poppy.
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December 5, 2005
Naked taiko
I though the women Taiko drummers at Epcot were kind of hot.
But my eyes have been opened, thanks to Brett and Hiromi, who have located, not just hot taiko drummers, but hot naked sweaty tattooed taiko drummers.
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November 27, 2005
If you ain't from here, you won't get it
"The Creole Tomato" is an Onion-style source of news for New Orleanians in the wake of Katrina.
This one is so insanely funny (if you're from there) it took me five minutes to stop laughing enough that I could read it to Gina.
Thousands Desperate To Know Where They “Got They Shoes”Hurricane Katrina evacuees face a different world. Gone are the jobs; the houses; even the certainty of three hot meals a day; and as thousands poured into the Houston Astrodome, Red Cross volunteers became overwhelmed with the onslaught of evacuees demanding to know where they “got they shoes.”
Said one volunteer, “It’s true that many evacuees had their shoes ruined as they trampled through waist deep water, but we here at the Red Cross simply did not anticipate this level of desperation in regards to foot attire.
“Once their necessities were met, the evacuees kept demanding of us, ‘Tell me where I got my shoes.’ I would just try to reassure them that although they lost their footwear in the storm, we would do everything in our power to see to it that they received adequate replacements. But this never seems to appease them. They walk off giving us disgruntled stares.”
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October 30, 2005
Subject: San Francisco. Medium: Jello.
This one is of my old neighborhood, Alamo Square. Click "Next" a few times, there are about six in total, all of them stunning.
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I want this kind of send-off
"Anything for him but mindless good taste."
John Cleese's eulogy for Graham Chapman, 1989
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October 4, 2005
Chess Boxing?
Yes, "Chess Boxing".
Like other great sporting combinations, such as Rice's Beer-Bike, chess boxing combines both the mental and the physical.
Six rounds of chess, five rounds of boxing, alternating.
No, I am not kidding. There are pictures.
They even have an organization, with a fantastic logo (boxing glove with clenched knight).
I'm not totally sure I should tell Liam about this.
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Chess Boxing?
Yes, "Chess Boxing".
Like other great sporting combinations, such as Rice's Beer-Bike, chess boxing combines both the mental and the physical.
Six rounds of chess, five rounds of boxing, alternating.
No, I am not kidding. There are pictures.
They even have an organization, with a fantastic logo (boxing glove with clenched knight).
I'm not totally sure I should tell Liam about this.
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October 2, 2005
Trailer mashups
These three movie trailer spoofs take real movies and transform them into trailers for new movies which are wholly incompatible with the original.
So we have Shining, a romantic comedy.
Titanic, a horror movie.
And West Side Story...a zombie flick, naturally.
From BoingBoing. Of course.
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August 29, 2005
Funny hurricane quote of the year
"It's not the heat, it's the humidity."
From nola.com.
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August 18, 2005
MoveOn Dot Orcs
Battle Action Bush and the Keyboard Kommandos
Very very nice.
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August 17, 2005
Irritable Male Syndrome
Newsweek has an article up about Irritable Male Syndrome:
Millions of lines have been written about how women’s hormonal changes can cause mood swings. But what about when men get irritable and withdrawn? Psychotherapist Jed Diamond believes they could be suffering from irritable male syndrome, a condition he says is affecting a growing number of men. No, it’s not a joke.You can take the quiz here.The IMS term was coined by a Scottish researcher who found that rams became irritable, withdrawn and irrational when their testosterone levels plummeted. After visiting Scotland and reviewing the research, Diamond, author of the best-selling 1997 book Male Menopause, thought the syndrome might apply to humans as well. He analyzed data collected from more than 6,000 men and found that about half said they were stressed, gloomy or negative most or all of the time.
A total of 40 percent of the overal survey said they were often or always irritable. Many of those who reported feeling the negative emotions, he discovered, were also experiencing certain hormonal fluctuations--namely, a drop in testosterone--as well as changes in brain chemistry, increased stress and a loss of male identity.
I got an 85. They recommend that I definitely seek professional help.
Which really pisses me off.
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August 11, 2005
The Bug Count Also Rises
If you've been in the software biz for more than 6 or 8 years or so, you've already seen this, but if not, enjoy. I like to reread this during those brief lulls between builds, in the weeks when the bugs are infinite and the sleep can be counted in minutes rather than hours.
In the fall of that year the rains fell as usual and washed the leaves of the dust and dripped from the leaves onto the ground. The shuttles drove through the rainy streets and took the people to meetings, then later brought them back, their tires spraying the mist into the air. Many days he stood for a long time and watched the rain and the shuttles and drank his double-tall mochas. With the mochas he was strong.Hernando who worked down the hall and who was large with microbrews came to him and told him that the ship day was upon them but the bugs were not yet out. The bugs which were always there even when you were in Cafes late at night sipping a Redhook or a double-tall mocha and you thought you were safe but they were there and although Enrico kept the floor swept clean and the mochas were hot the bugs were there and they ate at you.
When Hernando told him this he asked how many bugs.
"The RAID is huge with bugs," Hernando said. "The bugs are infinite."
"Why do you ask me? You know I cannot do this thing anymore with the bugs."
"Once you were great with the bugs," Hernando said. "No one was greater," he said again. "Even Prado."
"Prado? What of Prado? Let Prado fix the bugs."
Hernando shrugged. "Prado is finished. He was gored by three Sev2's on Chicago. All he does now is drink herb tea and play with his screensavers."
"Herb tea?"
"It is true, my friend." Hernando shrugged again.
Later he went to his office and sat in the dark for a long time. Then he sent e-mail to Michaels.
Michaels came to him while he was sipping a mocha. They sat silently for awhile, then he asked Michaels, "I need you to triage for me."
Michaels looked down. "I don't do that anymore," he said.
"This is different. The bugs are enormous. There are an infinity of bugs."
"I'm finished with that," Michaels said again. "I just want to live quietly."
"Have you heard Prado is finished? He was badly gored. Now he can only drink herb tea."
"Herb tea?" Michaels said.
"It is true," he said sorrowfully.
Michaels stood up. "Then I will do it, my friend," he said formally. "I will do it for Prado, who was once great with the bugs. I will do it for the time we filled Prado's office with bouncy balls, and for the time Prado wore his nerf weapons in the marketing hall and slew all of them with no fear and only a great joy at the combat. I will do it for all the pizza we ate and the bottles of Coke we drank."
Together they walked slowly back, knowing it would be good. As they walked the rain dripped softly from the leaves, and the shuttles carried the bodies back from the meetings.
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August 9, 2005
Blog Depression
From The Nonist, via Karl of the Elvis:
What Everyone Should Know About Blog Depression
"If you despise yourself more today than when you began to blog, there may be a direct correlation. But remember, no one cares as much about your blog as you do. They probably have their own."
It's frickin' hilarious, but now I'm even more depressed.
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July 27, 2005
The Ladder Theory of Male/Female Interaction
Sally: We are just going to be friends, OK? Harry: Great, friends. It's the best thing...You realize, of course, that we can never be friends.Sally: Why not?
Harry: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape, or form - is that men and women can't be friends, because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: No, you don't.
Sally: Yes, I do.
Harry: You only think you do.
Sally: You're saying I'm having sex with these men without my
knowledge?Harry: No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: They do not.
Harry: Do too.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally: So you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive.
Harry: No, you pretty much want to nail them, too.
Sally: What if they don't want to have sex with you?
Harry: Doesn't matter, because the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is ultimately doomed, and that is the end of the story.
Go here for the scientific analysis. Brought to you by the geniuses at Intellectual Whores.
Criticism:That's not true Answer:Yes it is. Q: Are you serious or is the site just satire? A: Nothing is just satire.
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July 23, 2005
Weiner-maki and other delights
Without comment.
http://www.nipponham.co.jp/winny/kazari/
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July 9, 2005
Look different
Yesterday I was in the Apple store at Barton Creek mall picking up a gift card for a birthday present for one of the kids friends, and gazing wistfully at the iBooks...if I didn't absolutely require Windows Remote Desktop for telecommuting, I'd switch in a heartbeat. (And if you can tell me how to do something similar with a Mac that doesn't involve VNC, hit me.)
Anyway, the girl who helped me was a very charming former bike messenger with pink hair, a few tattoos, and lots of piercings. And while we chatted about notebooks and iPods and biking and tattoos, she mentioned that her manager gives her a fair amount of grief about her appearance.
I was slightly, well, flabbergasted.
"You're kidding. Aren't you an Apple employee?"
"Yeah, we all are."
I asked her if she had access to the company employee directory and sure enough she could get to it right from the computer at the register, so she pulled me around to peek over her shoulder and I said "Look up Jeff Dauber".
Jeff's goofy bald noggin and stretched ear piercings popped up into view. (Ya gotta admit, Karl, that's a big goofy Jeff-grin he's got there.) She said, "Oh, cool!"
"Now look up Karl MacRae".
"Ha! Elvis! That's awesome."
"So next time your boss gives you shit about how you look, show him how they do things back in Cupertino."
I think I need to write this manager guy a letter and tell him what a great asset to the store his pink-haired employee is.
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June 18, 2005
Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter Potter
Karl sent this to me in IM, so he gets all the credit/blame.
Guaranteed to be completely free of badgers.
[Update: Further inquiry shows the original source of infection to be Naughty Merrick, who despite her cavalier attitude towards passing along earworms to her blogging partners has what looks to be a nice blog full of discussion of heavy metal and masturbation fodder. Don't everybody head over there at one time.]
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June 11, 2005
Unnecessary Censorship
Sexy geek Rachel turned up this gem from Jimmy Kimmel, presumably while preparing for her thesis defense.
One Year of Unnecessary Censorship.
Choicest bit:
"If finger-fucking or some other kind of fucking will do it for the elderly, then go to it, God bless you." --Pat Robertson
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June 6, 2005
Boudreaux, Thibodeaux, Galatoire's, and Porn
If y'all haven't got the point yet, after I've been hammering on it for so long, you need to make it part of your daily food porn ritual to check out Looka, Chuck's blog at the Gumbo Pages.
Today's entry (scroll down a bit) chronicles his recent visit to the ancient New Orleans lunch institution that is Galatoire's. Lots of food porn, lots of local color in the form of a crazy Cajun waiter from Chalmette named John (and if you know anything about Cajuns and anything about Chalmette, you know what I'm talking about):
John's as wacky as ever, too. At one point he came to the table and said, "I'm gonna ask de lady to pick a number between one and ten." "Seven," Louise replied immediately; she always answers with seven when asked to pick a number between one and ten. "That number," John continued, "will determine how dirty my joke is gonna be ... y'all can stop me if y'all want." Oh no, we weren't about to stop him. Unfortunately, I can't remember the joke (d'oh!), but it was a Boudreaux, Thibodeaux and Clothilde joke, and while it was a tad risqué it wasn't the least bit dirty (although some Catholic mammas and grammaws might've blushed), but it was funny.
The thing with waiters in the fine New Orleans restaurants is that they are not just elegant servers with impeccable manners. They're entertainers, usually of the "blue" variety...on TOP of being consumate professionals, they're fucking funny as hell. Go to Brennan's, to Galatoire's, to Commander's Palace, and you will not just eat well, eat elegantly, and be pampered like royalty...you will laugh, you will be flirted with, you will be kidded, you will be entertained, and you will have the time of your life.
And if you're not familiar with the Boudreaux & Thibodeaux genre of jokes, here's my favorite sample. I can do this better in person; I can't really spell the necessary Cajun accent very well, but just squint your ears and pretend:
Boudreaux was an oil rig worker, and so he worked the usual rig worker schedule, two weeks on and one week off. And when he got home to Lafayette after a couple of weeks on the rigs, his wife would always meet him at the door, dressed in a sexy negligee, holding a bottle of Dixie beer to welcome him home.Well, one week ol' Boudreaux, he gets home from the rigs and his front door is wide open, but the house is dark. No wife. No sexy negligee. No Dixie beer. He waited and waited and waited, but his wife never came home.
So Boudreaux calls up Sheriff Thibodeaux, and he says "Sheriff, I just got back from the rigs and I haven't seen my wife all night an' it ain't like her to be gone like dis." And Sheriff Thibodeaux says, "Aw, now, Boudreaux, don't you worry, she probably just gon' to tha casinos with her girlfriends and she'll be back soon. But if you want, I'll put out an APB on her." Boudreaux said "Thanks, Sheriff, that'd be nice."
The next morning Boudreaux gets a call from Sheriff Thibodeaux, and the sheriff says, "Boudreaux, my friend, I've got some good news and some bad news. What you wanna hear first?" and Boudreaux says "Oh, Lord, I don't know. Gimme th' bad news, I guess" and Thibodeaux says "Well, we found your wife. She's been murdered. They foun' her in the bayou, still wearing the sexy negligee."
Boudreaux says "Lord, that's awful. What's the good news?"
And Thibodeaux says "Well the good news is when the boys drug her out de bayou, there was a couple blue crabs hanging off her so they gon' drug her a few more times."
Thank you. Thank you. I'm here all week.
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May 30, 2005
Karl, Goddamnit, Knock It Off
Would you like to say what that silence was meant to intend?
Would you like to see what violence these eyes can send
Send send send send to your heart
From the nursery
I swore off these things (Karl!) but this one is so accurate it's scary.
Apparently I'm a Spiteful Loner. How convenient. I can also see the UT tower from my street. Get the picture?
Click to continue, 'cause the formatting is all messed up if I paste it straight into the main page. I may be spiteful, I may be a loner, I may be a computer genius, but I fucking hate HTML.
| Spiteful Loner You are 85% Rational, 28% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant. |
You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself. Combine these traits with your hatred of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Not only that, but you are also a very humble person--not a braggart at all--meaning you could possibly have low-self esteem. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive. 2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted. 3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. 4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble. The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble. The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant. The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble. The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant. The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble. The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on OkCupid Free Online Dating |
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May 17, 2005
Bad Meme. Bad Karl.
This is such bullshit. What a boy scout. Just because I want to do it with my sister.
I'd rather be the Jedi knight whose light saber says "Bad Muthafucka".
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May 4, 2005
Papal Conspiracy
This news leak was forwarded to me.
As I understand it, Ratzinger was not the Cardinals first choice. That was, interestingly, Cardinal Hans Grapje.Grapje was raised in a Catholic school in The Hague and, as a young man, aspired to become a priest, but was drafted into the Army during WWII and spent two years co-piloting B17s until his aircraft was shot down in 1943 and he lost his left arm. Captain Grapje spent the rest of the war as a chaplain, giving spiritual aid to soldiers, both Allied and enemy.
After the war, he became a priest, serving as a missionary in Africa, piloting his own plane (in spite of his handicap) to villages across the continent. In 1997, Father Grapje was serving in Zimbabwe when an explosion in a silver mine caused a cave-in. Archbishop Grapje went down into the mine to administer last rites to those too severely injured to move. Another shaft collapsed, and he was buried for three days, suffering multiple injuries, including the loss of his right eye. The high silver content in the mine's air gave him purpura, a life-long condition characterized by purplish skin blotches.
Although Cardinal Grapje devoted his life to the service of God as a scholar, mentor, and holyman, church leaders felt that he should never ascend to the Papacy.
They felt that the Church would never accept a one-eyed, one-armed, flying purple Papal leader.
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April 28, 2005
Hmmmm...
OK, so a truly evil person just cheats...
By the way, if you try 100%, you'll find that their 404 page is muy spiffarino.
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Happy Slapping?
The new teen craze in Britain.
What I don't understand is how somebody can get happy-slapped and not immediately turn around and pound the living shit out of the guy who did it. Must be some kind of British stiff-upper-lip thing, I guess.
I can't imagine this trend is going to get very far in, say, Brooklyn.
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It's official
Via The Red State.
And don't get too excited, Karl. All that work and you're only 6% more evil than me, which is well within the margin of error.
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April 27, 2005
Dallas Morning News: House Bans Man-Handing
The love that dare not speak its name, but its initials are "Crown Prince Abdullah".
(Via Pink Dome)
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April 24, 2005
Yeah, yeah, I know. Hey, does this make me look fat?
Chuck did it first. Blame him.
I am a hybrid of:
Indie Girl Gourmet Girl Click on the pictures below to read more:
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April 10, 2005
Get a pair!
We are proud to introduce Ballsies, the first line of jewelry that captures the essence of everyone's favorite baggy buddies. Strength, guts, independence, and attitude: Ballsies are everything you are, just slightly more bulbous.
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April 1, 2005
But what of the legacy of John Paul I?
Other than starting the papal trend of of naming yourself after not one, but TWO Beatles. (I challenge the next guy to work in a Ringo somewhere.)
A brief history is here.
And therein lies a story, because Pope John Paul didn't get the chance to do any of these things. Instead, he died just 33 days after his election.The most obvious explanation for this turn of events is obvious -- a vengeful God having the usual sort of spiteful fun with a man who had spent his life kowtowing to God's every whim. Historically, God tends to screw over those who love him best. Just ask Abraham (punk'd out when God asked him to sacrifice his own son), Job (tormented by Satan in order to prove a philosophical point), Lot (forced to offer up his daughters to a rape gang in order to protect angels), Jesus (crucified despite asking nicely to be excused) or Moses (followed a pillar of flame in circles for 40 years in order to make an 6-month journey through the desert, then killed just before he got to the Promised Land)...
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March 25, 2005
My "persistent vegetative state" for your cause
(Sent to me by the lovely and talented Eileen Quenin.)
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March 23, 2005
One does not simply skank into Mordor...
Some morning photoshop goofiness.
Via ultragrrrl, where you should be sure to scroll down to Tarts of Pleasure. Especially you, Karl.
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March 18, 2005
Irish Heritage Timeline in The Onion
OK, a day late on my part, but this is feckin' hi-larious:
530-537 - St. Brendan makes a long sea voyage with a group of fellow monks, exploring distant lands to the West and besting Columbus' discovery of America by a millenium. St. Brendan is the patron saint of bullshit....
1923 - Newly Independent Ireland named "Irish Free State" instead of alternate suggestion, "Irish Free State, Y' Feckin' Teabags."
...
1985 - The hilariously titled "Anglo-Irish Agreement" signed.
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February 5, 2005
You can suck 'em and suck 'em and suck 'em, and they'll never get any smaller.
This is really hot:
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January 30, 2005
A Very Special Holiday
Monday is Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day.
Don't forget to celebrate.
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January 28, 2005
Privamatupilous Splendiferacy
Brilliant Social Security Satire!
(From fafblog via BoingBoing.)
Q: I’m following you so far, but what if privatization…
A: It’s not privatization it is private accounts.
Q: Alright then, what if these private accounts…
A: They are not private accounts they are personal accounts.
Q: Okay, if these personal accounts…
A: They are not personal accounts, they are privamatupilous splendiferacy.
Q: I forgot what I was talking about.
A: Oh good! Have a lollipop with your splendiferacy.
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The Perry Bible Fellowship
Hot damn, I have a new favorite comic. Just the right amount of twisted.
Not Today, Little One
Freaking Vortex
Turtle Care
Hammer Screwed
Reset
See them all here. Updated every Sunday.
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