Whoa. The Kings of the Ducktail Cats.
Cool optical illusion. Stare at it for less than 30 seconds and the image appears.
Raccoon news and their misadventures in Florida here.
Huge alligator here.
Check out the size of the snake posted here.
Elizabeth and her Invisible Chinese Baby is a great name for a blog.
Top 10 Obama-Biden gaffes, from the UK Telegraph! More gaffes here.
The Fall of the House of Google [via the Presurfer].
This guy knows what he’s talking about.
The Dell-Vikings’ “Jitterbug Mary” is an unrecobanized classic. They were my favorite doowop group. I hear this kinda stuff and it makes everything better.
My favorite doowop group was The Five Satins. Here they lipsynch for a bunch of white people.
Gene Chandler was better known for “Duke of Earl.” Here’s the Duke singing “Good Times.” Although this song is R&B, he’s my favorite doowop singer.
“Love of My Life” is one of the greatest songs ever, and Frank Zappa’s bands are my favorite doowop group. (This song is still my favorite — too bad The Ramones aren’t still around to do a Zappa tribute album.)
[ Woohoo! Post No. 700!]
I am amazed at the technology that allows one to sit a mile away (next to the only three Porta-Potties) and have a recobanizable photo taken. These images were taken from screenprints converted to .jpg files with MSPaint, and were not doctored except for cropping.
[Note that even Jesus attended the event in his burial shroud.]
This is the Fullscreen Gigapan. Zoom in, zoom out; look for Elvis and Waldo.
Then I spotted Aretha Franklin with some serious mojo flyin’.
[Related inaugrabation photos here; More UltraZoomage here.]
Whoa. Batman logo with tinyperkynipples, on a Chrysler Minivan no less. Let’s all scream, “PARTYMOBILE!” Bijonce and her sister Charlondra be gonna jump de bones of the driver of this dragon wagon, assuming they can see over the hood to appreciate the majesty of it all.
Of course the neighborhood girls are way underage, and the only way they’d see the attraction is if Bozoman personally lifted them higher than his blood alcohol level x the height of the hood ornament. Fortunately Bozoman can’t, and has to rely on subterfuge to get his prey into the Mommyvan. Fortunately for Bijonce and her sister, they’re both armed with tasers and the bone-breaking physical paybacks of the self-defense kind.
This conundrum leaves Bozoman with nothing but his two Bozofriends and a couple of quarts of beer. Since no significant otter, either outside or inside of Bozoman’s Mommyvan, can view the Batmoboil Logo, the only way the lame-o paintjob boosts this embarrassing piece of dorkness to the level of Babe Magnet is in the mindvapors of Bozoman himself.
[This image from Woosk, related by bastardized ancestry to this post, has been added to the Great Babe Magnet Archive.]
“…I was born with a silver spoon on my nose…”
— The Whom, 1966, Matey, Baity, Buggin’ Ballsy.
[Image from here.]
I like caption contests, and when I happened across this one, the caption seemed obvious to me:
Reforming Geek liked it enough to send me an egg. Not just any egg, a decorated cardboard egg. In a checkbook box. (I might as well take the rest of the week off as the “glow” hasn’t worn off yet.)
Here it is, without the plastic bubble wrap that protected this coveted treasure.
The secret of the egg didn’t appear until a scan revealed the hidden “laser rabbits” thing going on. Thanks, RG.
Recently I re-ran into Unfinished Rambler who linked to the Hero Factory and I just had to play: went with my instincts, entered my super powers honestly and was rewarded with that lame-o title. The Hero Factory is kinda like Wikipedia on steroids… 80% accurate, but 20% gets mixed in with the leftover chili.
I’ll accept my alter-ego orange afro image with a kickass flame thrower: too hot to handle, and too cold to hold. Execute Mode Enabled.
Tacky Raccoons 