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Another year has passed and we’d like to thank those who took precious minutes out of their lives to visit Tacky Raccoons. We don’t know who you are, but we know where you live. You’re good peeps.
We’re never sure how much traffic we get is real or from Russian bots attempting to break the spam blockade to sell cheap knockoff handbags and embiggification pills. Muchisimas grassyass to those of you who clicked the “like” button and/or who linked to this site – it reminds us that we’re not alone with the Russian bots.
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Happy New Year, folks. Wish you the best. — Bunk
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 170,000 times in 2013. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 7 days for that many people to see it.
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In Dreams is an experimental film about childhood nightmares by Samuel Blain.
“I never forget a face.” Yeah, you’ve heard someone say it, but how would they know? I got a score of 91% and 82% on this test.
The Legend of Chuck Norris lives on. I’m amazed that I didn’t make it into the Top 50, or maybe I did…
Crashing Cell Phone Conversations At The Airport.
This Guy Travelled The Country In A Pink Tutu Just To Make His Wife Laugh During Chemo.
Very cool fractal art.
Yeah, it snowed in Cairo. BFD. Weather happens, and it’s not caused by humans. We don’t have that much power, never will, no matter what Mr. Catastrophe told you.
How long can YOU watch a kitten with nasal problems in front of a fire place? [via]
WorpDress just informed me that this our 2,609th blog post. Wish they’d warned me a few years ago. I’d have cleaned up the yard, re-caulked the tub and got rid of the meerkats (cutesy little standy-uppy weasel-lookin’ bastards).
Top image from Edwin A. Abbot’s 1884 classic novella “Flatland.”
I’m sure this vid was posted here before, but it still amazes me. More info here: http://www.miniatur-wunderland.com/
While looking for something else I found this, and it kept my attention long enough to post it for your upcoming New Year’s Eve celebrations. If you can figure it out, enjoy it.
I was actually looking for these guys. The Allotria Jazz Band plays early American jazz and Dixieland. You may not have heard them or of them – they’re from Munich and they’re great.
Once the camera SsTFD this is pretty good stuff. “Stairway To Heaven by the Oompah Brass. Now for something completely different.
The Perch Creek Family Jug Band is an Australian group that performs American jug band music. Here they are, live in Edinburgh, Scotland, 2012.
That should hold you for a while. Have a great weekend, folks, and we’ll be back tomorrow with brand new stuff.
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A ha! Christmas! By T. H. London, 1647.
Any man or woman . . . that can give any knowledge, or tell any tidings, of an old, old, very old gray-bearded gentleman, called Christmas, who was wont to be a verie familiar ghest, and visite all sorts of people both pore and rich, and used to appeare in glittering gold, silk, and silver, in the Court, and in all shapes in the Theater in Whitehall, and had ringing, feasts, and jollitie in all places, both in the citie and countrie, for his comming: . . . whosoever can tel what is become of him, or where he may be found, let them bring him back againe into England.