Category: Bunk Stuff

The .GIF Friday Post No.430 – Jerk in a Black Van, Hello Octopus and Rashida Jones’ Pulse

Jerk in the White Van

Hello Octopus

Rashida Jones Pulse

[Found in here, here, and the last was derived from here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 424 – Hillary, Bernie, Donald & Ted and Obama

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Don’t read too much into this as I’m just messing around with JASC for the helluvit. Meanwhile a little birdy from Los Angeles sent me the following:

So it’s 2:15.  The Obama street closures are about to begin, and the airport traffic is expected to be a mess. Should I take the 10 East to the 710 south?

HELL NO. The manic motorhead doesn’t do tens. He does elevens.  I’m gonna drive it right down the fetid bloody gaping maw of the 405 South like a boss.

Ignoring the voice of the Waze app bitch, I jam down Centinela past National, past the 90, past Jefferson. I break into the 405 from Howard Hughes Parkway and head for LAX, to face almost certain death.

“Seems the flow is more sluggish than usual,” I think, “but it’s moving.” Then suddenly I see brake lights that stretch from here to San Ysidro. That’s when I make my move. Time for Exit 46.

TO IMPERIAL HIGHWAY – AND BEYOND!  *wooooosh*

Everything is going as planned. A mile down the road I jump the unsuspecting 105 East, run the Crenshaw exit lane to the end and merge like a pro. The Gods are surely smiling as I peel off to the Harbor Freeway South, but the patterns aren’t right… something is amiss.  Better exit 190th Street for good luck.

Sure enough, the 110 is at a standstill at the 405 interchange. My catlike instincts pay off again as I kick it down Figueroa to the next on ramp and hit it down the Weigh Station Only lane (merge) down the Avalon Boulevard exit only lane (merge) and then suffer a half-mile of stupid until I can veer into the Wilmington on ramp lane. From there it’s a cool breeze. Snaking on and off the 405 exits and entries, I bypass miles of suffering fools moving at 15 mph all the way to Long Beach. To them, I’m an unidentifiable blur of 99/100% pure awesome.

My journey takes less than 90 minutes. Not bad, considering the brutal and bloody odds stacked against me. Now it’s Miller Time, and I tip one to the poor bastards who don’t know the method of the madness. I pity them. I really do.

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Signature Service Hot Links

Gas Can Guitar Boy

Why A Pair of Pants?

“Pants” is an abbreviation for “Pantaloons,” originally a two-piece garment, with one sleeve for each leg, both tied around the waist. The codpiece was a polite, yet not-so-polite, appurtenance. Pantaloons (with or without codpieces) were a hit in France in the late 1600s. What a surprise.

The word “pantaloons” comes from the French pantalon, derived from Italian pantalone, named after San Pantalone, aka Saint Pantaleone, aka Saint Panteleímon.

St. PantaleoneThat guy was pretty cool. He practiced medicine until he became a Faith Healer and was accused of witchcraft in 305AD. He survived being set on fire with torches, being dipped in molten lead, tied to a rock and thrown into the sea, fed to wild animals, torn apart on the rack, and a beheading. He freed a bunch of slaves, too. Once he agreed that beheading was usually lethal, he was beheaded a second time and he died.

But that’s not all.

In the Middle Ages he came to be regarded as the patron saint of physicians and midwives. A phial containing some of his blood has been preserved at Constantinople; on his Feast Days (he scored three – 27 July, 28 July, and 18 February) his blood boils. Pure awesome.

The origin of the taunt “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” is related.

Straatsen in the Netherlands [via].

Hexaflexigon burrito. Do it. Eat it.

Some of these DIY illusions are cool.

RHNB = Red Hot Nickel Ball. Nice video collection by a guy who knows what to do with one.

El Niño – He’s a-comin’ ta gitcha, and Google Maps has you covered.

We’ve all seen ’em. They’re called dickheads.

Don’t do this [via].

Do this instead. [Top image screen-capped from that video and doctored a tad.]

[Update: Added the Epilogue to the St. Pantaleone saga.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 420 – Dog In A Bucket, Waves & Door Slam

Trapped In A Bucket
Waves
Snow Win Fail

[Found here, here and here.]

Another Great Gift Idea: Sweet Dreams Kitty Night Light

Goodnight Kitty

For those of you with little ones who are afraid of being alone in the dark, this comforting night light solves the problem.

[Found here.]

Our 3,333rd Blog Post

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Yep. We’ve clogged the internest with 3,333 posts as of today according to WordPress. It averages out to 1.1 posts per day since 4 August 2007, and I can’t explain that stray tenth.

Rock on me bloogs.

Bunk’s 2015 Halloween Grumpkin

151031 Grumpkin 1

Took me about 30 minutes. Looks nice and menacing, ya?
Trouble is, there’s this thing called “scale” that kinda ruined it all.

151031 Grumpkin 2.
I’ve done better, but given that we only had about five groups of sugarboogers, the amount of time and effort was not squandered.

It also looks like our neighbors’ kikmi dog (that barks all night, until I nail it with a bucket of ice water and the yappy dog’s owner gets pissed at me). The dog’s owner looks just like her dog, too.

Tacky Raccoons’ 8th Year: The Top 11 Posts

We’ve featured the Top 11 Posts every year since this blog was whelped on 3 August 2007 and this year is no different. The numbers indicate ranking for the previous 12 months, followed by the previous year’s ranking, and the third numeral is for all-time popularity (August 2007 – August 2015). “NR” indicates Not Ranked.

Click on any image and it’ll take you to the original post.

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No. 11/11/57 – Cute Baby Giraffe

Meet The Beetles 0.1

No. 10/nr/44 – Meet The Beetles

No. 9/nr/6 – Amy’s Motivational Poster Collection

No. 8/10/10 – 10/10/10 10:10:10

Giant Isopod

No. 7/3/22 – “Wow, Giant Isopod, Did You See That?”

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No. 6/1/18 – The .Gif Friday Post No.133 – Needlepoint Dog is Awesome!

No. 5/4/14 – Babe Cannon

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No. 4/nr/98 – Clint Eastwood Talks To The Lucas

No. 3/7/4 – Giant Woolly Bear Caterpillar Discovered Near Las Cruces, NM, Predicts Global Warming for Decades to Come

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No. 2/nr/7 – Batmobile Babe Magnet

And the Number One Post for the past 12 months is:

LOL FERRET: EPISODE 1

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Although Bosley the Ferret passed away years ago, he still produces smiles. First posted on 8 November 2007, Bosley has staying power with a score of 1/2/2 and over 44,580 hits, despite the fact that I didn’t know there was an established protocol for posting “Lol” memes at the time (hence the font and non-meme-correct “LolSpeak”).

Thanks for all your visits and favorites, and I wish you all the best,

Bunk

P.S. If you haven’t done so already, visit
The Official Cutting Edge Tacky Raccoons Store
for trendy and stylish accoutrements. If you don’t see what you like, or you want something a bit different, leave a comment or use the “Write Bunk” link in the sidebar.

P.P.S. Oh, I almost forgot. Follow @bunkstrutts on Twitter for automatic updates with little to no commentary; ditto for you folks still using BookFace or whatever it is. Both accounts are spam-free.

P.P.P.S. Muchisimas grassyass to those of you who contributed to our PayPal Donation Account. We’re not in this for profit and we don’t beg, but that doesn’t rule out blogwhoring as far as you know. In any case, thanks a wad for your support all these years. We appreciate it.

P.P.P.P.S. Yeah. We posted this a day early. So what.

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Hello, I am Ms. Twitter.

Twitter Switchboard

Hello, I am Ms. Twitter, daughter-in-law of Mr. Twitter and wife Significant Other of Mr. Twitter II. I have been put in charge of something very important and I’ve been very important for some time.

See that door behind me? That’s the #TwitterGulag. It’s where I send people whom I decide have violated Twitter’s Terms Of Service, written by my 12 year-old niece, Denada. She hates everyone for no particular reason, but she’s still my niece, and I am still in charge.

I send email messages to those of you with Twitter Accounts whom have been flagged as inappropriate and non-compliant with my unspecified political point of view. I ensure that your Twitter accounts are appropriately blocked, banned and deleted, and that you are required to jump through tiny little email hoops to get your pathetic Twitter accounts reinstated.

It never happens.

At the same time, I allow the most egregious violators of our TOS to fly free and clear no matter what offensive garbage they post or how much targeted harassment they get away with, despite your whining complaints. That makes me laugh, because there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. Yeah. Complain to @Twitter or @TwitterSupport and see what happens, loser.

But here’s the fun part. Once I decide you’re banned, your entire history goes away and you get to start all over. It’s like you never even existed. You are nothing more than a squeezed spent pimple on the Junior High Boys’ Restroom mirror to me, and the school janitor takes care of you.

I am Ms. Twitter. Do not trifle with me.

[Image found here. Related post here.]

ROOTMAN does not like you.

ROOTMAN

…and he’s about to kick some vegetarian butt.

[Original undoctored image found here.]