1. I am thinking of getting business cards with the title “Superdelegate.”
2. I am thinking of forming a touring/promotion company “Boys Organising Righteous Gigs” or BORG.
3. I am churning and burning, I yearn for the cup.
4. I am going to see One Man Star Wars tonight. With Nic, and with members of Vader’s Fist.
5. I am in possession of more Krispy Kreme than you.
6. I am the last Cylon model (I think).
…when Hughes failed to arrive on time, District Judge Andrew Shaw issued an arrest warrant, adding: “I hope the force will soon be with him.”
Srsly? This Judge is therefore awesome. He is of course dealing with a case where “a man posing as Darth Vader attacked a Star Wars fan, who had founded a Jedi Church…” Right on. The assailant had of course drunk “the best part of a 10 litre box of wine.” But that’s just how he rolls.
In (presumably) unrelated news, $2 a litre in NZ? (well, for fancy pants petrol, but getting close) Damn. People wanting the removal of GST? That’s a thickie.
And Ridicule is a cool film, which has stuck in my mind primarily for this scene:
When asked by the king to say something witty about the king himself, Ponceludon returns: “The king is not a subject.” The king asks if this is not a (lowly) pun, but is assured that it is a “play on words.”
Heh.
Y’all suck. I say the beast must be studied. But only a filthy Trogg answers. Well, let’s carry on.
It’s Saturday night, and Nic is in town (literally). I’m drinking Baileys, which he points out may have meant I’ve left my girlie drinks behind (bitch piss in less polite company (eg me)) and moved on to something even more girlie. And he’d be right.
I’ve just watched the first four episodes of Dexter. It is reasonably cool, but so far I prefer Life to it, but certainly my kind of show (not so much the crime porn, as the non standardised pulp. Or at least that’s what I’ll claim.) Although they get close to my I prefer to have monsters doing monstrous things, not my characters. Reality is already nasty enough thanks tolerance. The interactions between him and his girlfriend around the issue of sex (where both have mad hangups) is pretty well played.
Mazzy Star’s Rhymes Of An Hour is a most excellent song, off the Stealing Beauty soundtrack that I have once again uncovered. And I like Rocket Boy, even if nobody else does.
And I really want to play the piano for Nina Simone’s My Baby Just Cares For Me. I can’t play the piano, and I’m not backing myself to learn the piano as a whole, but perhaps I can just learn one song. The first problem to be surmounted is the lack of piano. Once that’s resolved I can worry about things like, for example, my already mentioned inability to play the piano. But we can work on that.
Real Deal(tm) hockey on this afternoon. I’m sure it was an hour when we were at school, it somehow morphed into 42 minutes each way…
PS. Actually, as recalled, most of the Stealing Beauty soundtrack is rocking. This might relate to it having some special importance in my heart, but I couldn’t tell you what that was. Just that it rocks (like me).
So, “EXCESS CONSUMPTION MAY HAVE A LAXATIVE EFFECT” says this chewing gum packet. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Er, no. I think to myself, I seem to recall that the amount required was a smeg load, and no risk to me, but…
What would a reasonable person consider excess consumption? And in what kind of time period are we talking? In a five minute period, an hour, a day… a month?
Obviously, no reasonable persons are reading, but I throw the questions out to you lot, as the best approximation I have on hand.
My feelings are thrice your body weight in a galactic year.
Some people don’t know about Fark (DOT COM), these people largely fail at the Internet, in a similar way to the people that didn’t know about the inmates performing Michael Jackson (and others’) dances. But on a much more shall we say galactic level. Fark.com, go there and laugh. It’s not hard.
This was an old headline that made me laugh:
Community shocked after shooting victim dumped at church. Pew Pew Pew.
Which is clever once you factor in the “pew pew“-ness meme and the fact that churches have pews. Aha you see, you SEE WHAT THEY DID? Ah, you don’t care, but I do. And I laughed. OK, to make up for the pew pew, here are some suitable lol cat. What is the plural of lol cat? lols cat? More importantly, the collective noun? (I just like pluralising the first word, like I learnt you do with Courts Martial, and Surgeons General and stuff, which I think sounds rad) Where was I?
Ah yes:
The RMS Clintanic has lost another occupant as chief strategist Mark Penn grabs a lifeboat
First time I’ve seen her campaigned disparaged in quite that way. I laughed. (As planned)
And, 10 quotes on what it feels like to get shot, which isn’t funny in of itself, but took me to a site that gave us this excellent quote:
I know I was shot a couple of times – it felt like being hit by a nail gun – but I didn’t worry too much. I was too concerned about being on fire.
Because It’s not news. It’s FARK. For extra nerdery I checked out Mr On Fire, found him to be a one Mr Ross Kemp who was doing a documentary on gangs. Including decent NZ bans, not sissy foreign ones. YouTube has the answers you seek. Points for a guy who lectured me a few times, less points for not having the Ex Presidente.
In a completely irrelevant note, although most of the April One jokes were pretty lame overall, the YouTube Featured videos -> Rickroll was nice.
People unaware of Rickrolling? How can you read this tiny part of the net, and yet get shielded from the solar rays? (Interview with Mr Astley)
Oh, and Molten Core for Consoles was pretty cool too :)
Bonus LOL Cat that made me laugh (out loud) as I searched for pew pew.
Voting on shirts still open. Waz’s hoodie vote fails based on the fact it isn’t a tshirt.
PS, Everyone say hi to MCS, now in Ireland, and up RIGHT NOW, due to the power of time travel.
This was meant to be 10 minutes. Not 30. Whatever shall I do?
Sleep.
Watch this trailer. Wait till the end. Wonder what the “it all” that was allegedly started was/is.
I’m Joe, this is what I do. Nicholas Cage, a bit fatter, a bit oily hairier, a bit more of an out and out assassin. Waitress?
Ahh. I might hate Illinois Nazis, but I love, er, am loved by Zombie Strippers….? Si suspects he’s in the wrong demographic for this. He suspects correct. Additionally, he comes correct.
I’m contemplating purchasing the following shirts. Voting is open now, and closes at some point on Monday when I make with the ordering:
Still looking for things to watch? This guy continues to bring the funny.
Besides, the game plays more like a recruitment video for private military contracting than an endorsement of the bumming lifestyle. We’re quickly and frequently reminded that the military is shit and so is everyone in it, while mercenaries are unstoppable immortal badasses who make tons more money and like it rough from men with hairy bums.
That’d be Zero Punctuation on Army of Two. On a largely unrelated note.
At the bottom, a massive, eight-ton steel-and-concrete door is painted the red, white and blue image of a Domino’s Pizza box, with a slightly altered phrasing of the chain’s familiar promise: “World-wide Delivery in 30 Minutes or Less; Or Your Next One is Free.†But in this case the “Next One†is a Minuteman II intercontinental ballistic missile (ICBM).
I find this kinds of stuff interesting. The slide show has some interesting photos, but I wish the article was a bit longer. Might need to go find something on the WW2 planes/bombs, or how modern weapons are being marked up. Like graffiti it is crazy interesting. (As long as it isn’t my house they’re tagging (natch)). (The slide show is 13 pictures, not obviously displayed in article. The 13th photo is probably the coolest)
You wrote for 27 minutes to die like this?
…like it’s Halloween everyday, except it’s you giving out the candy, and the candy is BULLETS. (That sentence is for Dave. Go watch the game review.)