Finally, my dream ticket has arrived… screw Bush and $RANDOM_DEMOCRAT.
Finally, my dream ticket has arrived… screw Bush and $RANDOM_DEMOCRAT.
Ken Layne is apparently the frontman for Blögger (whose next album should be called Scourge of the Busted Permalink). Meanwhile, Brian Emmett (in Ken’s comments) suggests that they tour with Batshit Ne0c0n, which presumably is The Corner’s house band.
It’s post-modernist. It’s post-ablogolyptic. It’s post-literacy. It’s… the inimitable Puce. CLICK.
Originally found via Michele.
Now there’s a Puce Watch. Is nothing sacred?
Moxie has found another obituary that the Smoking Gun’s investigation missed. You can almost imagine it including this quote from CNN’s chief news executive, Eason Jordan: “He tried to assassinate our own Brent Sadler, but otherwise he really wasn’t that bad a guy.”
Think Baghdad Bob is gone? Think again.
Via The Command Post (in comments).
Laurence Simon of Amish Tech Support has helpfully translated the Palestinian Authority’s new civil defense website. Warning for the easily offended: there’s some bulldozer humor.
The Mox has belatedly posted her homeland security parody, too. It’s a hoot.
No, I'm not taking a position on the popular 80s hairstyle; I'm talking about a new compilation album I just saw advertised on television. I'm speechless.
I blog, you decide: Taylor Dent and Erik Estrada.
Part two of an ongoing series...
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Steve was so confident that the listeners of WXWZ had lodged enough protests against the “Former Mouseketeers” block that he felt safe to reenter the building. This will make no sense if you haven't already read the first set... |
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Watching television, listening to the radio, and surfing the Internet are just three ways to occupy yourself while procrastinating on writing your dissertation. |
Patrick Carver has assembled some additional captions of his own.
The latest craze in the blogosphere is apparently to make fun of READY.GOV, the Department of Homeland Security's website where you too can learn how to save your ass in the event of a WMD attack.
While I agree at some level with The Fat Guy's critique of the craze (the site does seem to have some moderately useful information, in contrast with the downright creepy main DHS site), you've got to admit that the free graphics are providing a field day for the artistically-impaired; take, for example Kieran Healy's storyboard of the Iraq crisis, Amish Tech Support's “The Adventures of... THE FLAMING FART!”, Michele's captioning series, a two-parter at The Short Strange Trip, and general humor from Davezilla, among others. And, since I'm nothing if not artistically-impaired, here's my contribution to the genre:
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Bob resolved then and there to quit his paper-pushing job and to return to school so he could hone his true passion, interpretive dance. |
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When Christina Aguilera's “Dirrty” came on the radio, Steve was again faced with his classic dilemma: should he cower in fear and hope the song would end soon, or should he flee the building entirely on the premise that it's just the start of a “Former Mouseketeers” block? |
Thanks to Jeff Jarvis and the others who have linked (some of whom are listed in the TrackBack link below). If it's your first visit, feel free to look around. And don't miss the continuation of the series…
Mindles H. Dreck, the less-fair half of Asymmetrical Information, brings us the ultimate cultural exegesis of the role of the two-by-four in modern American culture, including a link to this bizarre photo essay obviously produced by drunk college students.
Domenico Bettinelli passes on word that Middle Earthers have been holding a peace protest against the war on Mordor. (Link via Josh Chafetz @ OxBlog.)
Sekimori has some sage words of advice for Ben Affleck regarding “Little Miss Thang” aka J-Lo... not that he's going to listen. (Via VodkaMan.)
Conrad takes down Iraq's latest excuse: apparently, the Iraqi government can't persuade its scientists to cooperate with U.N. inspectors.
Here's a free hint: if you write an autobiographical song about yourself, claiming you're still “Jenny from the Block” and the same girl you were before you became this era's answer to Liz Taylor (at least in the serial matrimony department), you're no longer keeping it real. Instead, you're bordering on self-delusion.
And, if you've already reduced your name to two syllables, you're probably firmly in the self-delusion zone.
Xtina's new single, Scott Ritter's new career, and Vengeance Wednesday: all these and more are among Tim Blair's predictions of 2003: more include a miltary alliance between Belgium, Monaco, and Switzerland (the “Lexus of Evil”), a late discovery by Hans Blix of numerous weapons in Iraq (mostly American ones), and Robert Fisk's new assignment by The Independent — as a restaurant critic (perhaps he could get some pointers from Frederic Koeppel).
Genuine headline: MILF blamed for Maguindanao bombing. My immediate thought: since when have Sela Ward and Lauren Graham been terrorists?
MILF in this case actually stands for the Moro Islamic Liberation Front, a guerrilla group in the Philippines that is believed to have ties to al-Qaeda.
Virginia Postrel requests that I (and other bloggers and journalists) “promise never to write the words, "Yes, Virginia," unless they are actually addressing someone with my name.”
Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. But in fairness to me, that was over 100 posts ago. And I still think the usage was at least mildly amusing, if horribly clichéd. So I resolve to stop forthwith. And you can take that to the bank.
Incidentally, readers should also take the opportunity to help Virginia pick a jacket photo for her upcoming book Look and Feel; I'm partial to 2, 5, and 6, but I don't have a clear favorite.
A recent thread in the TiVo Community Forum brought back this blast from the past... all I can say is, I'm glad I'm not losing my hair (yet!).
Tim Blair lets us all know that British authorities have fined a pub's owners because some of its patrons were caught dancing.
I haven't the faintest clue what this means, but there's a Footloose joke in here somewhere just begging to be told.