TGIF: The .gif Friday Post 34 – Awesome

Awesome and overwhelming. Here’s a VERY small sampler of what’s to come if you click on this overwhelming awesome Japanese .gif site. And I know that you know exactly what it means, as I do as well. Keep your heads down and watch.


Translated from the Japanese via WorldLingo Website translator, we get this gem of oddness:

“You who take the direction of the project where it chases after unique characteristic obstinately and loses sight of original purpose and that way had become the discontinuation.”

Since I don’t “take the direction of the project, etc.,” it’s gotta be one of you guys, so CUT IT OUT.

FREE RAW MEAT!

That’s right, folks, FREE RAW MEAT. Visit either link below and download your own tenderloin, grilled or raw, with carrots, plate, knife and fork. And there’s prolly a link somewhere on the internest to download your own dry beaujolais to go with it.

Cool stuff coming up tomorrow and Saturday, but be back here Sunday for REAL FOOD.

[Original post here via RGS. Both have downloadable links.]


[Update: Old linkys are dead. Here are templates.]

Morning Rush Hour in Elbonia

There are a lotta folks who become mired in traffic on a daily basis that don’t have a clue as to what to read while they wait for their graffiti-encrusted freeway exit.

Some read the news, sports, comics, classifieds, Oprah’s itinerary, etc. Many others choose history, historical fiction, fictional history, and science fictional history for mental diversion and carbon monoxide abatement while crawling along at low-torque idle speed on their way to work.

For those of you who find yourselves puzzling over what novelette to take along for your morning roadtrip to lunchtime, check out Spuddie’s Book Blog, a vast (or at least half-vast) summary of popular novels to peruse at 0.5mph. Here’s a typical example:

“WITCH HUNT by Shirley Damsgaard. #4 in the Ophelia and Abby paranormal mystery series featuring Ophelia Jensen, a librarian in small-town Iowa who has pre-cognitive abilities and her grandmother Abby, a witch. When a biker gang starts hanging out in their small town and essentially taking over a bar there, Ophelia begins to have feelings of unease that something bad is going to happen. And sure enough, one of the bikers ends up dead, and the accused is none other than her good friend and co-worker Darci’s cousin Becca who is visiting from California. Ophelia herself is distracted, trying to be a good parent to Tink, the thirteen-year-old girl she’s taken into her home as a foster child—from their last book’s escapades—and not finding it a very easy task. This book just seemed ‘off’ to me. I’ve enjoyed the previous ones in the series, though it did take me til the middle of the second book before I really began to warm to Ophelia. I found plenty to be annoyed with in this book though—much repetitive text and phrases, too many scenarios that were extremely unlikely, and Ophelia needed slapping upside the head way too often. I did finish it—if it weren’t such a quick, easy read I probably wouldn’t have—but I admit that I skimmed the last couple of chapters, and I’ve decided to hang up the spurs on this series since I can’t honestly say I much care what happens to Ophelia any longer. I do have the next one in series here, but I’m going to trade it off. C-.”

Spuddie knows what you like, reads it for you, and tells you all about it while you wait for your exit to come up 45 minutes from now.

[Image from here. Concept from here. Book review from WAY out there.]

Muppet Ghosts

[Image from Pixdaus.]

TGIF: The .gif Friday Post 33- Meet the Hypnoids

Individually, these .gif’s are kinda bland, but patch ’em together and they’re kinda cool. Scrolling your mouse wheel up and down like you just did doesn’t faze ’em either. Too hot to handle and too cold to hold.










[Standing orders: If anyone recobanizes these and knows the original source we’ll give proper credit here.]

Several Sumos Succumbed to Sleep Sunday – Some Sources Suspect Somnambulistic Solipsisms

I think it’s just a blind groupmoon. Notice that the floor mat happy face looks kinda puzzled in a slightly disturbed pensive kinda way.

Gravity is not a constant when objects of large mass interact. Sumomass in foreground floats erratically in the presence of a more massive opponent as Captain Pickard watches from ringside.

There’s something just not right with gaijin sumo wrestlers.

[First image from here via here; 2nd from here; Flabby Road image here.]

Doodleboards

I really need one of these for when pens become obsolete. The complex shapes you can create while leading on and convincing telemarketers that you’re REALLY interested in their product/service/investment scams almost rival my own analog version.

Reminds me of The Stress Calendar. It was an 18″x 24″ blotter type pad that sat on top of a file cabinet adjacent to one of the office telephones. The boss didn’t believe in letting underlings have telephones at our desks so we had to go to the one next to The Stress Calendar. Very efficient.

Here’s a sample:

[Doodle Keyboard images from here. The Stress Calendar doodles from Bunk’s Garage.]

“Weld-A-Cat”

As seen on TV.  Not available in stores.

[Image from somewhere in here.]

Wool Sausages

Gotta be pretty hungry to make these. I have no idea what this is all about, but it’s disgusting and intriguing at the same time. Looks like me and the tads are gonna be busy this weekend.

“You will then need to soak and rinse the wool sausages (leave that roving in there!!) until the water runs clear. The water should be the same temperature that the sausages are. That temperature does not have to be EXACT, but close. I do the last rinse in the washing machine in order to spin all the moisture out afterwards. And make sure that your washing machine does not dump water on things during the spin cycle.”

[Image and caption from here.]

Saturday Bonus: Tacky Raccoon, Sticky Blonde, and BART


Raccoon enters through pet door. Scopes out the kitchen.
Will he go for the cat food? Nah.
Will he go for the dog food? Nope.
This one knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it.

She’s obviously tech support for Microsoft. (To be honest, I’d prolly be doing the same thing if I hadda work in a cubicle like that.)

Nancy Cartwright’s 2004 interview in Australia.
“I’m Bart Simpson, man. Who the hell are you?”