[Unadorned image from here. I wanted to contact the webowner of this excellent site, but it’s all in Russian and none of my guesses worked.]
Month: April 2008
Saturday Matinee: This is a Test
The nice folks at WordPress decided to challenge us by revamping the way we normally create posts. Looks like it has some new bells and whistles that are kinda cool, like being able to post archived videos without having to upload them to the Utoobage, but it won’t let me do it for some reason. Ditto music. So I decided to link to a video on the Utoobage, like I have in the past, and this is all I get:
It’s a link to the Utoobage alright, but you can’t see it on the post itself. This is not good and I hope the nice folks at WordPress resolve this annoyance. I guess I shouldn’t complain… after all, their website hosting is free [LIKE BLOGGER.com].
Please bear with me for the next few days. As y’all know, this site updates daily, but with my current workload I may have to skip a day now and then. Don’t worry, Tacky Raccoons isn’t going away, but it might move.
Your Pal, Bunk
TGIF: The .gif Friday Post 26 – Meowch
Disclaimer:
1. No cats were hurt during this post.
2. The animations are all contrived.
3. The sources for the .gif’s are clearly identified.
4. Forward this link to everyone on your blogroll.
5. Leave the toilet seat up after you’re done peeing on it.
6. Always flush with your feet.
“I’ve Been Workin’ on the [Babe Magnet] All the Live Long Day…”
Identical twin brothers Haney and Russ “Harpo” d’Coqueville have come up with an innovative way to save gas by making sure that their ride don’t roll while they transform it into the Babe Magnet they always dreamed of. I can’t identify the model exactly, but it looks like a 1977 Ford POS to me.
Although they aren’t in their official Babe Hunting Garb, Russ and Haney believe they can pull it off (the Babe Magnet transformation, I mean). Russ’ carpentry toolbelt and framing hammer is a not-so-subtle give-away that the finished Babe Magnet will definitely be a work of sump’m, with or without windows.
Film at 11.
[Lost track of this image source, too, and prolly for good reason.]
Post Box Post
R2D2 takes your mail and sends it to a galaxy far far away. Then he leaves a nice little pile of scatological droid humor on the sidewalk.
Yeah, I get it. Anorexic Fe-mailbox. I bet the owner cracks himself up every day except Sundays and holidays.
I’ll admit this is clever, even though it’s kinda, you know, um, wrong… whether it’s outgoing mail or incoming. Still just wrong.
[More boxes can be found here.]
Don’ gimme none dat JibbaJabba, son. I ain’t no April Foo, Foo.
“Ah calt fo FersClass ONLY. You not FersClass. We not takin’ no SekkaClass or ThirClass scum lack you. Git you butt back doodah Stahbux Lan, Foo.”
Good God. Here’s how to train your offspring to avoid a nasty confrontation with Mr. T. Get your infant used to him early with this crib mobile. By the time your tad turns two, if he/she gets outta line, all you gotta say is, “I ain’t takin’ no mo’ Jibba Jabba!” and he/she will understand immediately and go straight to nap time, in the driveway gravel if necessary.
Just in case you didn’t know, Mr. T don’ take no poop from nobody in any language, except for maybe Chuck Norris. Chuck doesn’t take it from anybody either, except for maybe Mr. T.
Finicky Penguin helps you decide for yourselves with his awesome collections here and here. Don’t forget here.
Tacky Raccoons 