Stuff I Do When I’m Bored.

Just a pile of random unrelated stuff.

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Hot Links

Sh-Boom (Life Could Be A Dream), Allison Young (2020) A multi-instrumentalist from Nashville, Allison Young has a timeless style, as evidence by her cover of The Chords‘  1954 classic. (More about her at My OBT.)

Be oncé.

LOL Joel!

Rising CPI.

More trains.

The Little Fly.

Sunny Emilio.

Pearly whites.

Very Disturbed.

Bicycles of 1939.

The longest game.

Lunch with Bessie.

Trolling the Nevers.

Norty Blues Episode 55.

The Shadow of the Beast.

Tom Waits does the Ramones.

Better than Bic {via Bunkerville].

Megalithic Ireland [via Mme. Jujujive].

Books of bricks [via The View From Lady Lake].

Irish “Sheena” McCalla 1956 [via Memo Of The Air].

And there’s more Saint Patrick’s Day stuff here.

[Top image cropped and modified from lost original source, dates to March 2008 according to Tineye.]


From the Archives: 1 year ago. 5 years ago. 10 years ago. 15 years ago.

Nothing Much Happened Last Night.

[Found here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 517 – Windchill Temps, Dog Balloons, 78rpm Pizza & Missing the Bus

[Found , here, here and here. Top one is a morphed screencap of  U.S. windchill temps as of 10PM EST 4 January 2018. Live map is here.]

The .GIF Friday Post No.463 – Big Cats w/ Splats, Facial Wipes & Learning to Play the Elephonica

another-cat

face-time

elephant-dance

[Found here, here and here.]

About Last Night

PUBLISHED by catsmob.com

[Found here.]

Puke.

Puke

Nine adults thought this was a good idea. [Found here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No.181 – Jar Barf, 5:56PM Rope Scratch & Live Photoshop

[Found here, here and here.]

Hydraulic Dorkmobile Babe Magnet

[via with a h/t to Mr. Paul Revere.]

I really don’t know where to go with this… way too many things wrong. Now I’m all for custom automotive modifications, but this one shows no respect.

It looks like one of those monstrosities we used to cobble together with parts from unrelated Revelle model kits when we were bored kids stuck in the basement on a snow day, with Testor’s vapors dancing way too close to the furnace.

The only way I’d get into that clownmobile is if I were driving and had complete control over the hydraulics to make it leap and dive through a sea of bumper to bumper traffic while Charlie Estevez-Sheen, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, and that ex-sports commentator… um… whatsisname Olberman, puked all over themselves in the back seats.

There’s just something righteous about that “What If” fantasy, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Yet, the question hovers: “Bunk, is that limosine a True Babe Magnet?”

Answer: Nah.

Too much fun.

Orangutan Puke_MrReid 090608

And someone needs some crack spackle.

[Found here.]