Archive for September, 2011

cat het er heh

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

This creeps me right out.

[Found here.]

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Someone Made A Statement

Monday, 19 September 2011

All I know about that pic is that it was taken in NYC, it’s an Art Statement of some sort, and that she’s hot but he’s not. Aside from that, you’re on your own. [Found here.]

[Update: Those are both females. I think it's an understandable error.]

The Hotlinks Next Door

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Too stupid not to share.
Slow to load; worth it for the lulz.

Penn Gillette speaks about charity, government and God.

Bizarre: Spammer arrested in Montreal.

Do Not Click This Link, especially if your speakers are turned on.

How to draw The Simpsons by a Simpsons Artist.

In Ten Words is a nice theme blog. Ten words max per post.

What kind of man follows Tacky Raccoons? Dan dances with dogs, but also shreds the blues.

Attack Waaaaatch!  Can you imagine the msm outcry if any GOP candidate put up a website like that? The whole Big Brother concept of “Attack Watch” is so ill-conceived and smarmy, I’m stunned that Obama’s reelection campaign staff would even consider such a bone headed stunt. Regardless of your own political affiliation, you’ve got to admit that the video is funny.

Our cat just hacked up a fur ball, and dissed the President:
“Brak. Braaak. Barrrraaack!” I’m gonna snitch.

Saturday Matinee – Tank Girl, Classic Hammond B3 Organ Solos, Tom Waits, Fishbone & Neil Young

Saturday, 17 September 2011

Since I embarrassed myself by admitting that I was clueless about “Tank Girl,” maybe this will make up for it. Here’s the movie trailer, featuring Lori Petty and Malcom McDowell.

Tribute to the Hammond B3 Organism Part 1. (Parts 2 & 3 here and here.)

That’s Tom Waits‘ “Jockey Full Of Bourbon”  from 1986. I’ve posted “Downtown Train” before and I’m not ashamed to repost it either.

Best comment on the Utoobage for that vid:
“This somehow makes Rod Stewart suck even more.”

Fishbone‘s “Cholly.” Years ago I mentioned to Birdman that I’d like to attend a Fishbone show. He responded, “No you don’t.” Birdman is savvy.

Neil Young in Japan, 2001. Country Dick Montana took that song and did it better, IMO.

Five videos makes the nut, and with that, we’re out. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back here tomorrow for more fun.

The .Gif Friday Post No.193 – Balloon-Pants-Bird-Dog-Drum-Shoot, Llama Snub, Eat A Rat Owl

Friday, 16 September 2011

[Found here, here and here.]

Whoa Moai

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Please don’t step the Moai. They don’t appreciate it, and it annoys them. When the Moai get stepped, a trunkful of unpredictable awful happens, and you’re not going to like it. It’s much worse than breaking a mirror.

Somebody didn’t read the sign.

If you step the Moai, your karma will be affected, and it will take years to regain your former status. Think of it as being downdinged for a decade, in real life, by everyone.

[2nd image found here, and the history of the Moai is facinating -  here.]

Welcome to The WTF Army

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Shut up and pay attention, dork.
You ride in the back.
Rolling in five minutes.
I thought I told you to shut up.

[Found here.]

[Update: I've been informed that she's Tank Girl. I'm so not worthy.]

Amazing and Disgusting

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Although it’s been in my blog roll for years, it’s been a while since I ventured over to No Puedo Creer. “I Can’t Believe It” is a great website from Spain, and I’d use it to practice hobbling the spaniel with some of the commenters.

Without cheating, guess what those things are. You’re going to be amazed and disgusted at the same time, I guarantee it.

Hint 1: It’s a successful Japanese medical experiment.
Hint 2: Those are mouse embryos.

Give up? Here’s the story.

Summer Vacation

Monday, 12 September 2011

And we had fun fun fun.

[Found here.]

911 -Ten Years Ago

Sunday, 11 September 2011

I was running late, just gotten out of the shower, and the missus had the TV on in the bedroom. She said a plane had crashed into the WTC. I figured a Cessna pilot had lost control. I got dressed, kissed the wife and left for work.

I didn’t understand what had happened until a coworker brought in a portable TV and we watched the towers collapse. When I got home I watched the news replays showing people jumping to their deaths.

My kids were young then. They couldn’t understand why their dad had tears in his eyes.


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