- Reading an article about the Iraq war in The Economist today, I aw in an interview with a U.S. officer that the euphemism “force” for “killing people” has now been replaced with the euphemism for “force”: “kinetics”. Please make a note of it.
- My cat is hungry all the time, yet barfs a lot. She’s seriously like a dog now in that every time I get up she assumes it’s food time. I’m thinking we’re not feeding her enough, but I don’t want her to get fat again. Worry.
- In Nightmare Come to Life news, Floridians with soft contact lenses are getting EYE FUNGUS INFECTIONS AAA AA AAIIIIIIGGH.
- Check out the world champion of fast drawing!
- In the latest Grim Meathook News, the CDC’s Morbidity & Mortality Report documents the Worst Reeboks Ever. Yeesh.
- Soon you’ll be able to get the awesome Google Earth in your car.
- The headline of the day is: MAN CONVICTED FOR SHOOTING ROBOT MOOSE.
- Fans of the over-the-top crazy soap Passions will be delighted with their new website. I think this is the first time I’ve seen the Crack House font since Diablo.
- If you wonder whether the government is going to get your weblogs, consult this list of subpoena’d ISPs and sites.
Tag: honk
YES! CRAZY STUFF
The t-shirts at psychotherapyclothing.com are also reasonably funny but nothing I couldn’t make myself. A badly ironed on “emotionally unavailable” is more authentic anyway.
Dan Deacon on TV
Especially for changeng, a kindred spirit for you, Dan Deacon.
http://www.cs.rpi.edu/~leak/dan-on-nbc/ is him on the TV. Wow.
Thanks, explosivo!
This is, um, insane. Um, the casiotone okay but the glasses and then the, uh, singing. Okay gonna watch it again.
Read them instead of me, I’m busy.
fengi says it way better than I can about the RAPE OF THE SOUL thing. Botticelli… what… catholic… Oh! It’s Judith Reisman! No wonder!
Meanwhile, ludickid made me chorf my tea with his necessary commentary on the Great Profanity Problem.
Shot through the honk, and you’re to blame
For years I’ve been substituting “lunch” for “love”, courtesy an old Henry Rollins bit.
In the last 5 years I started substituting “bozo” for “cyber” which works really well.
More recently “law” has become “lol”.
Today’s addition is that “heart” is now “honk” in all situations.
Please make a note of it.
bang bang, i’ve got mine
One of my favorite states of being is the sweaty, slightly congested, and fully satisfied glow after eating a good curry. That’s the state I inhabit now after making a pot of chicken curry and eating a couple of servings of it over basmati rice. The rice cooker makes perfect basmati if I press the “quick cooking” button.
Today I was driving through the Edge of Civilization portion of South County (Foothill Ranch, Portola) which is a set of brand new shiny suburbs and malls. At one point I looked at the car next to me at a stoplight. It was a brand new Mercedes sedan, with one male occupant in his forties. He had perfect hair. He was smoking a cigar, which being a nerd I recognized as a Hoyo de Monterrey Prensado Oscuro. And his car stereo was blaring… …an evangelical sermon. Acres of Diamonds, people, Acres of Diamonds.
I saw a blue Mustang with the plate: MEMERY too.
Candy Company Gives Us The Shocker
Follow the Finger! On second thoughts, actually, don’t, as Consumerist says.
One day at Butterfinger Central, someone said: “Hey! I’ve got it! We’ll launch a website, toll-free number, and advertising campaign linking our candy with sticking your finger up someone’s ass! How can this beautiful plan fail?”
Hey!
I forgot to celebrate CRAPMAS this year!
Let’s just go ahead and call that a good thing.
I don’t think “porkulent” is even a proper word.
I’m on call, the system for which I’m responsible blows up and needs restarting about every 2 hours, and it’s not getting fixed any time soon. This is similar to having a baby without the poo but also without the promise of a future. If this goes on all night tonight I am going to be Lieutenant Colonel Grumpy Q. Asshole of the Royal Annoyance Force tomorrow.
I genuinely like prunes. You’re not supposed to, because they’re funny (P sound, associated with shitting and old people). But I really like them.
I saw two Bentley coupés, a Ferrari 612 Scaglietta, a Lamborghini Gallardo, and a Maserati Quattroporte on the road today. The wealth around here is approaching Kuwaiti levels. As a spectator sport it’s fascinating. I saw the larval form of a soccer mom today at Trader Joe’s. She was about 19, probably an OCC or Vanguard student, fake ‘n’ bake tan, very skinny, pants slipping off hips, Hollister sweatshirt. She was purchasing three bottles of tequila, eight avocados, and an energy bar. She left in a late model BMW two-door.
The kids working for minimum at the fast food joint I went to were so genuinely friendly, upbeat, and competent that it broke my heart, after seeing her zoom off into her perfect life.
Would you rather always be right, or always get the truth?
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