



[First image found here via here; second image (from several years ago) re-discovered here. Third image found here. Fourth here.]

Someone’s about to get pounded, and it’s not the poor soul on the right. He’s got a pocket force field that rebounds with force x 10.
[Anyone know the story of this dealie? Found here.]
Meanwhile, on a brighter note, the esteemed GE Eagle Esq pointed us to a link on the Beeb: Raccoons eating “ice lollies.” Can’t embed that one, but it’s cute.

But the UK’s got nothing on US. Here’s the story from yesterday. A juvy sea lion with an attitude was captured in Newport Beach, California, after attempting to pirate a boat, terrorizing children, and refusing to leave the dock.
The sea lion was captured by the Orange County Sheriff’s Harbor Patrol, maneuvered into the fireboat, but it apparently evaded the crew and took the emergency helm in a last ditch effort to humiliate his human captors. Turned on the sirens, honked the horn, put the vessel in reverse and cranked the throttle to full speed. [Full story here.]
Finally, there’s this, crossposted at Amy Oops:

Lessee, they’ve now got it turned up to 62, 66 & 61 respectively. I had to look at it, so now its you’re turn. Note that the one on the right is also the 5th Baron Haden-Guest, and is still married to Jamie Lee Curtis. [Spinal Tap ReOnion pic from here.]

YAY! Corduroy flares!
(Looks like fun, but I’d rather be Bert and avoid sniffing the pit.)
[Image found here.]
[Update: Mrs. Strutts ID’d Frank Oz on the right, but doesn’t know who Ernie’s right hand man is. Of course, that’s Jim Henson’s in the middle.]
[Update 2: Welcome Neatoramanauts! Tell the divine Ms. C that Bunk said Howdy.]

Santa Monica, CA (Strutts News Services) – Legendary mariner and celebrity, popularly known as “Popeye” passed away at 2:30AM PST Thursday at St. John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, California. Leaving behind no documents to prove his full name, Popeye suffered quietly for years from complications caused by hypertension due to a lifetime of sea salt inhalation.
Popeye’s last words were reported to be, “That’s all’s I can stands, and I can’t stands no more!” before he drifted off.

Just can’t wait for lunch.

Superman is bamboozled by love.
(“Looky, Supe. Dump the cape and the SuperSocks, get some red and blue chinos. Respect yo’ sef.” — Jimmy “Dyne-O-Mite” Olsen.)

I want one of these, just to say I have one, and to gloat about it at the next class reunion.
[Found Here.]
[Before we start our Saturday Feature Presentation, we found a great concise description that compares different types of government, with historical examples. Folks, please take 10 minutes to WATCH THIS, and then pass it on.]
We now resume our regular programming schedule.
Funny milk adverts [Found via Presurfer].
Turn up the sound. The first 1-1/2 minutes is VERY cool: Rainstorm.
Dem Phones. Really. [Found here.]
Ingrid Lucia & the Flying Neutrinos have an excellent version of Willie Dixon‘s “Violent Love,” with a Billie Holiday groove. Too bad there’s not a live video.
1983 saw OingoBoingo at it’s peak, with a ska version of “Violent Love.” Bunk sat at a table next to them at Madam Wong’s without knowing who they were. Then they got on stage and cranked. (Oh, yeah, if you didn’t know, the lead singer is Danny Elfman. Yep. That Danny Elfman.)