Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Of course there's also some '80s Blake/Calvin Harris goodness:
Ok, real '80s music with the Pet Shop Boys and Avon being naughty.
This is also highly amusing:
But of course, someone always has to take things too far.
I can find Region 2 DVD sets of this stuff pretty easily, but nothing I can play on my own DVD player. I guess the BBC just wants me to get it for free online instead of having me give them my money...
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
It's a dice game. Kind of like Cosmic Wimpout except without all the hippie crap. What is does have is awards. I have to win all the awards. I HAVE TO. Even the crappy ones, but I already have most of them. A warning though: Cautious cheats like a bitch. Two games in a row Caution ran up 6000+ point rolls to win. Bullshit, I say. BULLSHIT. That time I got an award for being beaten by over 1000 points to so it's all good.
Seriously don't click on this if you got stuff to do or you're totally fucked.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
On a tangentially related note, one of the most frightening moments in my life was when I realized I had somehow ended up with Advertising as my major at the Henry W. Grady College of Journalism and Mass Communication. The phrase WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE was never more appropriate than at that very moment.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
If you want to kill a day instead of an hour, there are more electoral maps here, here, here, here and here.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The hassles with the copyright claim is just as interesting as story behind the photo in my opinion.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Just so you know, I scheduled this post yesterday morning just in case the world was going to blow up on the 7th. If it didn't, great. If it did, this is a nice song to go out on.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Or not. Who knows. I have now mocked the collapse of civilization either way so my bad karma's covered.
OH GOD IT'S TRUE
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
1.) You have not read much in the way of Peanuts and are ignorant.Really, that's all that's needed but the guy provides examples too.
2.) There is something the fuck wrong with you.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I long time ago when I read webcomics voraciously there was one called Wigu that was ok, but I never got into it. Later on, I saw that the guy who draws Wigu had another one called Overcompensating but I ignored it because it was from the guy who draws Wigu. Then Reddit posted 8 billion Overcompensating comics and I read them when I should have been doing important things and I learned something:
THAT THE GUY WHO DRAWS WIGU IS A CYNICAL MOTHERFUCKER.
Now I really like Overcompensating and ignore Wigu. I will not read Wigu because I have vaguely neutral feelings toward it from when I read it years ago. I am a Wigu bigot.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
First rule of politics:
Stand up David Letterman.
The guy announced his freaking candidacy on Dave's show and he still decided to blow him off to do an interview with Katie Couric? It's mind boggling. The only electoral votes he can count on now are Alaska's and that's only because the moose will all be voting for Palin.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Instead, let's see Al Minns & Leon James dancing the Charleston to Daft Punk's Around The World.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Now that's quality!
Friday, August 01, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Well, actually this is my favorite song, but Ralph has the better video.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Oh yeah, I'm totally voting for McCain now.
You think I'm kidding..... I just saved 13.3 billion dollars thanks to John McCain!
(by the way, has anyone else noticed that the crumbling infrastructure never gets rebuilt or is it just me)
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
I think the word 'geekgasm' was specifically coined in anticipation of this video.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Robert Aspirin. Myth Adventures is one of the funniest series of books I have ever read.
Dick Martin. It looks corny today, but Laugh In was genius and Dick had the best comic timing around.
Sydney Pollack. Just flat out a damn good filmmaker.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Will has always been a favorite of mine even before I knew who he was. I found some Mad Magazine specials at a flea market a long time ago which had reprints of the old comic books inserted in the magazine. The lunatic feel to these stories fascinated me since they were a lot different from the Mad I grew up with. The story Mole! especially captivated me with its combination of some of the darkest, blackest, bleakest humor with absolutely goofy artwork. Dig Dig Dig! If you can find any of these comic book reprints I strongly recommend them. One of the dumbest things I ever did was pass up on a remaindered autographed copy of Goodman Beaver at a bookstore in Athens back in my college days. Oh, to be young and stupid again instead of old and stupid. There used to be a great Little Annie Fannie archive site on the web somewhere, but the URL is stuck on one of my old hard drives and it's sadly lost in the ether now. The compilations are well worth it especially with some of the behind the scenes extras in them. Yeah they're smut, but they're damned funny smut which is the best kind. It bums me out that we lost another of the great cartoonists out there and it scares me that all the guys who built the foundations for today's humor in the original Mad Magazines are 70 and 80 years old now. At least the spirit is captured in that fantastic art.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I could really go for a chicken tikka masala right now.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
SO KEVIN, MYSELF, AND THIS FOREIGN DUDE “PEET” (NOT PETE, PEET) FROM FRANCE ARE PLANNING AN EXCURSION TO STEAL GOLF BALLS FROM THIS VERY EXCLUSIVE FRENCH GOLF COURSE.
PEET’S AT HIGH SCHOOL WITH US BECAUSE FRANCE AND QUEBEC DO EXCHANGES ALL THE TIME. HOW HE GOT WEDGED INTO OUR SCHOOL I’LL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE PHILEMON WRIGHT IS PRETTY GHETTO AS FAR AS CANADIAN HIGHSCHOOLS GO.
SO ANYWAY WE WALK TO THE GOLFCOURSE AND SNEAK OVER THE GATE AND DISAPPEAR INTO THE WOODS. IT’S A BRIGHT FALL DAY AND WE’RE PRETTY MUCH HIDDEN IN THE TREES AND THERE ARE GOLF BALLS EVERYWHERE. WE’VE BROUGHT LARGE BLACK GARBAGE BAGS WITH US. WE’RE SLOWLY MAKING OUR WAY TO THE DRIVING RANGE WHICH IS WHERE THINGS GET TRICKY. YOU HAVE TO RUN OUT INTO SIGHT OF THE GOLFERS, SECURITY, ETC, AND SCOOP UP AS MANY GOLF BALLS INTO YOUR BAG AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN. THIS CAN GET KIND OF DANGEROUS BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL THE GOLFERS TRY AND HIT YOU WITH BALLS FROM 300 YARDS, AND AS SOON AS YOU’RE SPOTTED BY SECURITY THEY START CHASING YOU DOWN AND YOU ONLY HAVE ABOUT A MINUTE BEFORE YOU NEED TO BAIL.
ONCE YOU’RE BACK IN THE WOODS SECURITY/RANDOM GOLFERS USUALLY STOP GIVING CHASE, AND YOU CAN CAREFULLY PICK YOUR WAY BACK TO THE GATES. THEN THE WHOLE PLAN IS TO TAKE YOUR SPOILS DOWN TO THE HIGHWAY AND START THROWING THEM AT CARS, BIKERS, PEOPLE, ETC. IT WAS A GOOD WAY TO PASS THE LUNCH-HOUR.
ANYWAY SO WE’RE IN THE WOODS HEADING TOWARDS THE DRIVING RANGE. ‘PEET’ IS ENTERTAINING US WITH HIS FRENCH ACCENT, TELLING US ABOUT THE TIME HE COULDN’T FIND HIS SHOES, WHEN WE HEAR A SWISHING NOISE AND A GOLF BALL HITS THE TREE RIGHT IN FRONT OF KEVIN. WE STOP DEAD IN OUR TRACKS. FRENCH GOLFERS ARE NASTY PEOPLE AND A GOLF BALL CAN GIVE YOU A GODDAMNED CONCUSSION IF YOU AREN’T CAREFUL.
WE PAUSE AND HOLD OUR BREATH. IT’S UNLIKELY WE’VE BEEN SPOTTED SO QUICKLY, ESPECIALLY SINCE THE WOODS ARE SO DENSE. WE LOOK UP - ABOUT A HUNDRED YARDS UP ON THE GREEN A GOLFER IS PEERING DOWN INTO THE WOODS WITH A GIANT FROWN. WE AREN’T SURE IF HE’S LOOKING AT US, OR IF HE CAN EVEN SEE US FOR THAT MATTER. MOST LIKELY HE JUST LOST HIS BALL AND IS SEEING IF THERE’S ANY HOPE OF RECOVERING IT. SOON THE GOLFER STEPS BACK OUT ONTO THE COURSE AND DISAPPEARS. PEET GIGGLES NERVOUSLY, GRABS THE GOLF BALL, THROWS IT INTO HIS SACK, AND WE MOVE ON.
ABOUT 4 MINUTES LATER ANOTHER GOLF BALL WHIZZES THROUGH THE AIR AND NEARLY BRAINS KEVIN. WE ALL PAUSE AGAIN AND QUICKLY LOOK UP. WE’RE A LOT CLOSER FROM THE GREEN THIS TIME AND IT’S THE SAME GODDAMNED GOLFER. WE’RE PRETTY SURE HE CAN SEE US, BUT NOT POSITIVE. HE’S DOING THE SAME THING - STARING DEEPLY INTO THE FOREST AND SCOWLING LIKE HE WAS JUST POKED IN THE BEHIND WITH A NEEDLE. WE DON’T MOVE UNTIL HE GIVES A LITTLE GRUNT OF DISSATISFACTION AND DISAPPEARS BACK ON THE GREEN. THIS IS GETTING WEIRD.
PEET PICKS UP THE BALL AND COMPARES IT TO THE ONE IN HIS BAG - IT’S THE SAME BRAND. THERE’S NO MISTAKE - THIS IS THE SAME GOLFER. “WHAT THE HELL IS HE PLAYING AT?” KEVIN HISSES AT ME. I SHRUG MY SHOULDERS.
“DEES IS DANGEROUS” PEET CLAIMS AND LOOKS AT US WISELY. WE ALL STARE AT EACH OTHER FOR A SECOND AND CONTINUE.
THIS TIME BARELY 10 SECONDS PASS BEFORE ANOTHER GOLF BALL SAILS THROUGH THE AIR AND NEARLY STRIKES ME DEAD. WE STOP ABRUPTLY AND STARE UP. THE GOLFER IS LOOKING RIGHT AT THE SPOT WHERE WE’RE STANDING BUT I GET THE IMPRESSION HE STILL CAN’T SEE US. SUDDENLY IT DAWNS ON ME; HE CAN HEAR US WHEN WE’RE MOVING, BUT HE CAN’T SEE US WHEN WE’RE MOTIONLESS. I QUICKLY RELAY MY MESSAGE TO KEVIN AND PEET AND THEY AGREE.
WE CONTINUE CAREFULLY FROM THAT POINT ON. EVERY SO OFTEN A BALL COMES HURTLING IN OUR DIRECTION, SOMETIMES DANGEROUSLY CLOSE, SOMETIMES WAY OFF. EACH TIME IS FOLLOWED BY THE IRATE GOLFER STARING PASSIONATELY INTO THE FOREST.
THE TENSION IS DEFINITELY MOUNTING. I PERSONALLY AM STARTING TO FEEL LIKE A FOX IN A HUNT AND I CAN TELL KEVIN AND PEET AREN’T MUCH BETTER OFF. PEET IN PARTICULAR IS STARTING TO LOOK A LITTLE OFF-COLOR AND HAS TAKEN TO SILENTLY SHAKING HIS FIST AT THE GOLFER EACH TIME HE MAKES AN APPEARANCE.
THE GOLFER, TOO, I’VE NOTICED, IS DEFINITELY TAKING A GREATER ACCOUNT OF THE SOUNDS COMING OUT OF THE WOODS, BECAUSE HE’S LOOKING LONGER AND LONGER EACH TIME HE SENDS A GOLF BALL OUR WAY.
THE CLOUDS BREAK WHEN A GOLF BALL ACTUALLY HITS PEET IN THE LEG. UNABLE TO CONTROL HIS FRUSTRATION, PEET YELLS OUT ‘HEY, HEY YOU!!’ AT THE GOLFER. “WHAT ARE YOU DO-EENG, HUH? QUIT THAT, WHY DON’T CHU! ESTI!”
EVEN THOUGH THE GOLFER IS A WAYS OFF, I CAN SEE THAT PEET’S LITTLE CRY OF INDIGNATION HAS STARTLED THE MAN. HE’S SPEECHLESS FOR A SECOND, AND THEN, IN AN ACCENT JUST AS FRENCH AND AS THICK AS PEET’S, THE GOLFER MAKES HIS OWN VOICE HEARD: “OH YOU STUPEED KIDS! I KNEW, I KNEW DER WAS SOMEONE IN DER!! OH YOU STUPEED KIDS!”
THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR PEET. “NO, NO! YOU’RE STUPEED!! YOU’RE STUPEED!”
THE GOLFER IS GETTING REALLY WORKED UP NOW. HE’S GOT HIS CLUB RAISED HIGH THE AIR LIKE HE’S IN THE MIDDLE OF A VIGOROUS POLO GAME, AND PEET’S LITTLE RANDOM DENIGRATING CRIES ARE JUST EXCITING HIM FURTHER.
“YOU STUPEED KEEDS!! YOU TAKE ALL MY BALLS! I KNOW IT! YOU TAKE ALL MY BALLS.. YOU.. .YOU” THE GOLFER IS BREATHING HEAVILY, I CAN HERE IT FROM WHERE I’M STANDING. HE’S GOT SOMETHING ON HIS MIND AND IS EVIDENTLY PROCESSING THE BEST WAY TO SAY IT. KEVIN AND I HAVE BEEN SILENT THE ENTIRE TIME, WATCHING PEET AND THIS GOLFER BOIL UP INTO RESPECTIVE LITTLE BALLS OF RAGE. I CATCH KEVIN’S EYE FOR A SECOND AND HE GIVES ME A LITTLE GRIN. I’M RELATIVELY SURE HE’S THINKING THE EXACT THING I AM, WHICH IS THAT BOTH PARTIES ARE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER IN ENGLISH WHEN THEY’RE BOTH SO CLEARLY FRENCH. THAT OR THE FACT THAT WE MIGHT BE WITNESSING THE TWO ANGRIEST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW.
“YOU KEEDS.. YOU STUPEED KEEDS.. YOU.. YOU..” CONTINUES THE GOLFER. HE FIGURES OUT WHAT HE’S DRIVING AT: “YOU PROFIT FROM MY SUCK!“.
KEVIN HAS TO LAUGH AT THIS AND I DON’T BLAME HIM. I’M HAVING A HARD TIME KEEPING IT IN MYSELF. I’M STILL STAGGERED THAT THIS MAN HAS BEEN ‘ACCIDENTLY’ HITTING SO MANY GOLF BALLS INTO THE WOODS. I’M JUST ASTONISHED THAT HE WASN’T 100% SURE WE WERE THERE.
BUT BEST OF ALL IS PEET’S REPONSE. HE’S JUST ENRAGED BEYOND MEASURE AT THIS POINT AND IS SHAKING BOTH FISTS IN THE AIR LIKE A SHAMAN. “I DON’T WANT YOUR SUCK!!!” HE SCREAMS OUT, BARELY AWARE OF WHAT HE’S SAYING, “I JUST WANT YOUR BALLS!! AND NOW I HAVE THEM!!“
WITH THAT PEET SLINGS HIS NEARLY-EMPTY GARBAGE OVER HIS SHOULDERS AND RUNS BACK INTO THE WOODS. KEVIN AND I FOLLOW HIM, NEARLY DOUBLED OVER WITH LAUGHTER, AND THE LAST THING WE HEAR IS THE GOLFER SCREAM (AND I’M NOT MAKING THIS UP) “YOU WON’T GEET AWAY WITH DEES!!!!”
If you liked that there's more where that came from here.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
UPDATE: So it turned out to be false. I still want another excuse to eat more bacon.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The WTF look is also strong with this one.
(stolen from boingboing who swiped it from Laughing Squid)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Siberian Sleigh Ride
If you don't know who Raymond Scott is, just listen. You already know who he is whether you know you know or not.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Why yes, I'm paranoid. Why do you ask?
Anyway, Happy Birthday to $FRIEND. Have a good one! BUT BE CAREFUL OUT THERE FOR BOB'S SAKE
Oh, and have a good friday. Ha! I kill me.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
This is the first thing that came to my mind:
Good job Hillary, the drunk fratboy demographic just shifted en masse to Obama's camp.
It's not gonna be an orgy... it's a presidential campaign!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
That being said, this election has me completely enthralled. I find myself rooting for the underdogs (Obama and McCain, until Super Tuesday) booing the villains -take your pick between Hillary, Romney, Giuliani, and really, just about everyone who doesn't qualify as a nutjob, which leaves us with Ron Paul, the Eddie the Eagle of American Politics. I really can't get enough of it.
Which brings me to my point, which for reasons of something passing for literary standards I refuse to call "A Modest Proposal." The 2012 campaign should be run as a reality TV show. We'd start out sometime in 2011 with the "Man in the Street" section, where a bunch of yokels whose previous experience involves describing how the tornado sounded just like a freight train describe how they would solve world problems. Think Miss Teen South Carolina without the ballgowns or, in fact, the intelligence. We'd then, from that group of hopefuls, pick a handful to go on and meet the candidates who are entering the race the normal way (graft, corruption, blind idealism, and downright hubris). Instead of doing something constructive, they would do something silly like try to sell lemonade in the middle of a Minnesota winter or some other such silly task designed to make the "real" candidates look stupid and the anonymous everymen look brilliant.
Eventually that would run it's course, and we'd have to get down to real voting. I think the logical solution is to have a call-in number on the last debate before the start of the primary season. You would have to call 1-900- something or another to keep your candidate alive for the primaries, which would start with New Hampshire and Iowa, and then be 6 states a week for the next two months. In the end, the Republican and Democratic Parties would install the nominee they were already going to nominate anyway. Do not pass go, Do not get any sense of participation in the electoral process.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Mitt Romney:Scares the crap out of me. Has The John Kerry hair, and reminds me of the guy who sold me my last car. The guy is almost as slippery as his Grecian-formula slicked-up hair. Interesting point, though. He was one of the few republican candidates to have been married only once.
John McCain: He may still get my vote, but I have a feeling he's the GOP's Howard Dean. He gets a ringing endorsement from Ann Coulter. Anyone who makes her that mad has got to be doing something right. I just hope he doesn't have flashbacks to 'Nam and nuke the hell out of anybody. It would be a decisive foreign policy, however. My bet is Rush Limbaugh has a heart attack in December if McCain wins.
Barack Obama: Everybody knows that he's been campaigning since the Democratic convention in 2004. Admittedly, following in the footsteps of Kerry isn't exactly a hard act to follow. It's a lot like being the largest city in Delaware. Or the smartest man in the Oval Office.
Hillary Clinton: I'm not sure I can face another 4-8 years of the Clintons. I could handle it as a reality show, but not as the Commander and Chief and her Boy Pander. After Florida, she seems like a Machiavellian, scheming witch who would do anything to get the House. And somehow. "Clinton" and "Restoring dignity to the White House" are just two words I can't get in the same sentence. Having Hillary in the White House would be worth it for two reasons:
1)First Hubby Bill Clinton
2)Sean Hannity, Rush Limbaugh, and Ann Coulter going insane.
so there you have it, folks. The current crop of candidates. With any luck, we'll end up with McCain v. Obama. I just got to hope I'm wrong on that whole flashback thing.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Step two: turn off the TV, radio, internet, anything that could possibly cause you to hear that drooling idiot babble on about crap tonight **
Step three: Drink all the moonshine as quickly as possible
Step four: embrace the sweet bliss of the grave as your internal organs shut down
Final step: expire in happiness with the knowledge that you don't have to hear anymore of this political horseshit ever again
* do not actually do any of these things.
** actually, this one's ok, just don't do the other ones.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Disco Heat and Neon Rocks are much better songs though.