I am referring to Other People's Contacts. I can now profess that I am. Yesterday afternoon brought forth one of the strangest, most hilarious, experiences of my life. It all began yesterday morning, when Renni called on her way to work... "Hello?" "Hey Mama. If I come by after work today, will you help me put in my contacts?" "What?" "My contacts." I got fitted for contacts yesterday and removed them before I went to bed. Now I can't get them back in." "Put one on your finger, poke it into... Read Full Story
Cycle of a News Story
Back in the early days, if a caveman saw a saber tooth tiger (or Adam saw an untamed dino) he would run back to his cave (or his garden) and gesture effusively while grunting (or have a polite conversation with Eve and the snake). Then everyone would know to avoid the danger and be effectivley caught up with the current events of the day. A little later as we became more civilized, news would spread through gossip and quiet innuendo until somebody was burned... Read Full Story
I wrote this a year ago as I was reflecting on my summer in community college. I was actually a bored and lonely graduate student at the time, so I decided to attempt to learn conversational French in 10 weeks at the local junior college. But of course I ended up checking out some associate degree ass. BTW this story is not really a story and nothing really happens, but it is somewhat funny. How’s that for getting you interested in reading? Blah-blah-blah. Well, here you are:
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H ere are a few things you might have heard this week, had you been buzzing about The Castle of Chaos... Hubs , shouting through the house, "Honey!". I pop my face around the living room door, "Yes?". "What are you doing in there?" "Writing my life story!", I announce smugly. "Wait until tomorrow, then you'll have even more to write about." " Hardy, Har, Har..." "Am I in it?" "Only for the first couple of chapters..." [blink, blink] Tallen said to me, in a very monotone and matter-of-fact... Read Full Story
When I started this blog nine months ago I read all about the importance of keywords for generating stats and comments. So far as I can tell by now they were full-o-shit. I see the ways and means that people come to my blog and it’s very rarely because of such trendy google superstars as Amy Winehouse or Vatican Investigates Aliens. Hardly ever. Other than the regulars that I’ve come to know via other people’s blogs, I don’t ever get any new good people.
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The winner is…..
Capitalistliontamer with “The Carlsburghs continued on after losing their water rights, declaring they needed no water and that the “motherfucker” could “burn” for all they cared.”
Bonus shot…
New Caption Contest…
Fuck you
After all the great entries I got on the last one, I decided to make this one a little harder. You know the drill, just beat my caption for a beautiful blue link and some international recognition... Read Full Story
A cunning psychopath with more than an axe to grind murders the kindly Mailman in a small, placid suburban town
The current economic shitstorm means sitting down to breakfast every morning, opening the newspaper and reading how the industry in which you work is in as much trouble as the soon-to-be defunct newspaper you’re holding.
If you’re lucky, it’s just a salary cut so that your company can continue to afford that finely quilted toilet paper in the executive shitter while you decide... Read Full Story
Boners.com
As we noted in Part I of this list , the clock is ticking on several occupations—actually, in this digital age, clocks no longer tick and if you work in a factory that produces ticking clocks, well you’re about to get a whole bunch of flashing midnights on all your digital equipment… The point is some occupations, such as travel agent and postal worker, have been increasingly replaced by hitting ‘enter’ on your keyboard, while others have also seen their numbers dwindle as more... Read Full Story
It used to be that the best art was religious art . Churches were the major patrons of the arts and they commissioned masters to give the faithful something to look at during those interminable hours of sweating while listening to Latin jibber-jabber and dreading the arrival of the collection plate.
Great artists like Michelangelo did things like paint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel likely because the church had the deepest pockets around – it was the Renaissance equivalent of paying... Read Full Story
