02.28.07
Zoo Escape Attempt Thwarted
What could possibly go wrong when you dress someone up as an ape, have them escape from the zoo, and then shoot them with a tranquilizer dart? Oh, right, the school kids might not get it. Hilarious pictures ensue.
02.21.07
Tim Hardaway’s Worst Nightmare
The PERFECT response to Tim Hardaway’s ridiculous homophobic admission.
02.15.07
Posing that musical question.
Three of my favourite musical moments from last weekend.
I learned a lot from this one.
Oh, Andy. You weirdo man-boy. Also, I dig that song.
This really speaks to me, the daughter of an Irishman. It looks just like our Friday nights! And our Saturday nights. And our Monday nights. Plus, Wednesdays.
02.13.07
HEROS
I have a new goal in life. I will need to remain focused and dedicated to even dream of someday competing, but these men are true heroes in every sense of the word. The World Beard and Moustache Championships will be held in England this year, but return to the USA in 2009. I need to must compete. Or watch. Or casually observe their website.
02.11.07
Amoebas on fleas on rats.
Of all the stories surrounding the death of Anna Nicole Smith, I have a feeling this is the one that most needed to be told.
02.09.07
Tales from my bookmarks, part one.
We’ve been internet access-y for a little under ten years, and through using AOL and 100 different computers, have a weird amalgam of links and favourites that sometimes reappear from 1998 [Hanson World?], right alongside more recent links [a sobering, adult cnn.com]. I am way, way too lazy to prune through my entire list, but sometimes I get drunk and check to see what links still work. Here’s one that drunkertained me tonight:
Advice from Satan
A collection of pieces housed on the Brunching Shuttlecock site, which ceased updating in 2003. I love the helpful, straight-talking tone; it never feels like Satan’s lecturing me, you know? Example, on the subject of laundry:
READ THE TAGS! Some clothes need to be dry-cleaned. And if you put them in the wash with the rest of the laundry, you’ll damage these fragile vestments, earn my wrath, and be forced to spend eternity suffering in Hell, where your soul will be forever scrubbed raw by a host of swarming maggots.
And nobody wants that.
See? And now I know!
BONUS LINK: Traveling abroad or not, nothing says WEEKEND FODDER like Amsterdam Hotlinks! Unfortunately, it’s not what you think. But really, really good for planning a trip to, I don’t know, Utrecht. I mean. Probably.
So cute I want to eat it.
I know that
a) this has been going around all week and
b) I’m apparently the bringer of Colbertyness, but
c) this is the most adorable thing ever, and still makes me LOLLERZ at the last line. His tiny face goes from joyous to intense so fast, it gets me every time. I want to have fifty children right now, and force them all to do impressions on cue.
Putt putt putt.
This game is humiliatingly simple, for how addictive I’ve found it to be. At first you’re all like, seriously? People “play” this? My ass could ace it while I’m sleeping! In fact, I think it has! But at that point you’ve probably crashed 500 times and are somehow still dodging giant, Atari-like green blocks and asking yourself, Who have I become?
I know it’s been around forever, but it still gets me hot.
