Archive for August, 2002

Fudge. Fibula. Fart.

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

F is for FANTASTIC!
Poodle spider
If the pouch has been neglected for long, you might find things that will really surprise you.
The sad existence of a specimen jar.
Yes, we are all judging you.
You know, I’ve been searching for a source of dried cattle bungs.

Image whacking

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

“Befuddled”

Cthulhu lives!

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

Tales of the Plush Cthulhu
Cocky bastard has no idea what his responsibilities as a citizen are.
Why do we yawn? I bet you can’t read this article without yawning or stretching even a little bit.
For those of you with allergies, a solution.
On a more serious note, here are some incredible digital photographs taken by a photojournalist [...]

Whack!

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

I’m having oatmeal for breakfast, so I decided to check it out.
I ordered some clothes online a couple of months ago but they were too small. I never got around to returning them (I’m going to join that procrastinator’s club… tomorrow) but I popped on a pair of shorts from that batch this morning [...]

Whacked Image, Google

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

Searched for “robber”.

Silly

Monday, August 12th, 2002

CONVERSATION ON A BRIDGE
by Emo Phillips
I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. So I ran over and said “Stop! don’t do it!”
“Why shouldn’t I?” he said.
I said, “Well, there’s so much to live for!”
He said, “Like what?” [...]

Google Image Whacking

Monday, August 12th, 2002

The mission:
Search on the Google Images search engine for an ordinary, everyday word. One that can be found in a dictionary. Come up with the most non-sequitur images that you can find.
For example, a search on “suspenders” comes up with this leg, these German WWII ammo pouches, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Interesting.

Penance

Sunday, August 11th, 2002

I went to the gym today to pay pennance for my ooey-gooey brownie and ice cream that I ate last night. Someone had left their keys on the floor next to the treadmill I was using. About 30 minutes into my walk, an exceedingly sweaty lady bent down to get them. Imagine [...]

Make sure the kids are in bed

Sunday, August 11th, 2002

The HisTory of Michael Jackson’s face
Hangman from hell.

Church stuff

Sunday, August 11th, 2002

We’re test-driving churches. This is probably the one we’re going to join. Check out number two on the list.
I like them.