I think the second one is a possum (not an opossum) and not a kinkajou. No idea what that last one is, but it reminded me of this.
Pigeon Pong. [via]
A fun holiday song (that Bunkarina named “dafuq?”). Watch for the possum.
Have a great weekend, folks. There’s more awesome coming to a blog near you.
Haven’t seen our ‘possums around here lately, and the slugs and snails are missing, too. Coincidence? Nah.
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That’s our juvy possum who comes around every night to clean up the catfood messes that the cats leave behind. Not counting the tail, he’s about a foot long, maybe about a year and a half old. Although they don’t see very well, after a few camera flashes this one was seeing nothing but red dots when he trundled off.
Small town crime: troublemakers in New Castle Pennsylvania 1930s – 1950s. Mug shots were rescued from the trash, and the blogger researched the stories from newpaper clippings.
Nice time-lapse video of the preparation of a space shuttle launch.
11′-8″ is the critical dimension, and a bridgecam records canopeners.
“Baltimore Clap” is an odd animation. Might be disturbing for the young set.
Find out what woodworms sound like here.
Clever interactive video time waster (with NSFW/K language).
There’s a website for everything on the internest. This one is an archive of images of dead armadillos.
What kind of man reads Tacky Raccoons? Here’s one of ’em.
Who is the Horseboy?
Disgusting prank is disgusting.
Awesome invention by a Ham radio afficionado that fights cancer.
Google is getting so full of information it occasionally collapses under its own weight.
Need a chemical suit? Lookee here.
Live webcam in Amsterdam with sound here.
Speaking of sound, the Zambelli Family is awesome.
Make me smile and grin a lot.
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Mickey Possum is omnivorous. Mickey Possum eats snails and slugs and cat detritus. Mickey Possum poops in your gutters. Mickey Possum has no shame. Mickey Possum has a sister named Sascha. Mickey Possum laughs at you behind your back. Mickey Possum has a good attitude.
Mickey Possum says, “Hi!”
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The great minds of the marketing department at Volkswagon have come up with this dealie. The idea is that you plug in your picture, and that of your spouse, and it shows you what your offspring will look like, all animated in the back seat of a VW something. Very odd, but here’s the link:
We at Tacky Raccoons took a test drive on this bizarre concept, just to see how it would run. Here are the results:
Experiment No. 1: Sarah Palin & John McCain
Experiment No. 2: Joe Biden & Barrack Obama
Experiment No. 3: Marilyn Monroe & Bunk Strutts
Results: A pairing between a dead sex symbol and a live possum appears to result in better looking progeny than those of the other candidates, and if I say any more, I’m just gonna get in trouble with the lovely Mrs. Strutts who’s holding a hot skillet and asking me what the hell I’m doing. Gotta go. Talk amongst yourselves…
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.
P.S. Here are the keys, Marshal. Don’t lend ’em out.