The .GIF Friday Post 55: rofl copter, ride the snake, but don’t say this to a goose.

rofl-copter

ride-the-snake

duckface

The .GIF Friday Post 52: ROLCAT & stuff

.GIF Friday Post 50: Do the WubbaWubba Dance!

WUBBAWUBBAWUBBAWUBBA

BLUZZA, BLUZZA, BLUZZA, BLUZZA

GRACE, PEEWEE, GRACE, PEEWEE

DUCKY, DUCKY, DUCKY, DUCKY

[WubbaGirl here. Bee here. Pee Wee here. Related Duckies here.]

The .GIF Friday Post 49: Snake Charmer Cat Bird

Sometimes no captions are needed, but sometimes they are.

Your choice.

WWI Carrier Hummingbird

EatSleepDraw is Beyond the Valley of Cool and verges into the Land of Advanced Tublication, in Bunk’s opinion.  Excellent compilation of amateur works of all levels.

TGIF: The .Gif Friday Post No. 41- HoverDucky

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Sushi for Squirrels

Sometimes you’re just hungry enough to eat it.

One story I read about the phrase “to eat crow” claims it went back to the War of 1812. Because there were no grocery stores on or near the battlefields (let alone anywhere), an occasional cease fire allowed the combatants to go hunting, while at the same time respecting the battle lines.

Seems that one of the rebels crossed that line while hunting for food, and shot a crow. A Brit caught him at gunpoint in British territory and disarmed him. The Brit, commenting that the Yank was not respecting the ceasefire, told the Yank to get the bird, and take a bite. The Yank, at gunpoint, did as directed.

As the cease-fire rules were still in effect, the Yank commented on the Brit’s firearm, that it appeared to be of very high quality, well machined, good stock, etc. The Brit, honoring the cease-fire, was flattered, and allowed the Yank to inspect his weapon.

The Yank then turned the weapon on the Brit, presented the crow (with one bite out of it) and said, “Okay. Now finish it.”

[Image found here.]

Bunk Has Left the Building – (temporarily)

[Image from here via GrowABrain.]

Folks–

I’ve been summoned for duty in the destitution and abject horror of the warzone known as the City of Cincinnati.

In my absence, I’ve put Marshal Finicky Penguin in charge of this website, to post and monitor your kind comments, until my glorious return on Sunday, 6 July 2008.

Marshal Penguin is a good guy, if not a little odd, but I ask that you treat him with the same lack of respect that you would treat me. He was kind enough to deputize me to blogsit his website recently (Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Soda).

Although I kinda sorta left his website in slight disarray, it was still intact when he returned, so I’m returning the favor with my fingers crossed. I’ve pre-posted a few things, and left him some draft posts to play with. I trust the Marshal as if he were my own ugly stepchild.

Here’s a very cool video via Arbroath to hold y’all through the transition. See y’all on the 6th. I’m outta here.

Bunk

P.S. Here are the keys, Marshal. Don’t lend ’em out.

Negotiation works for all circumstances. Right.

Lol Pen

Gawd I hate posting stuff like this, except that from now on I have a recorded claim as the originator of the first “LOL PEN” post on the internest, just like I can claim authorship of the first post on the internest for Igde Pshat. (Go ask Mr. Google if you don’t believe me.) Some days, I’m just so entirely bitchin’ that I amaze myself. Happens once every 3 to 4 years. Or less. Sometimes. Or not.

[Oh yeah… Happy May Day to all the socialists of the world.  You don’t own me either.]