Sunday, February 28, 2010

Poachers in the Hundred Acre Wood

Charlie Brown is the sole Peanuts character to unconditionally accept "Pig-Pen" for who he is, even defending "Pig-Pen's" uncleanliness in one strip...

Love, Wikipedia

I love that there is a whole character based on the classic stinky friend.

Who is your stinky friend?

Alternative Names for "Pig-Pen" (from Peanuts):

"Mud-Pie"

"Slop-Trough"

"Filthy-Piece-of-Shit"

Friday, February 26, 2010

That Music Sounds Like a Miscarriage

Long-distance relationships maintained via webcam are like Tamagotchis.

James Joyce's love letters to Nora Barnacle have left whatever page I had bookmarked and I am sad. For when I wanted to reference Joyce sniffing Barnacle's arse smells, I had no direct quotes.

http://www.bmezine.com/news/people/A10101/addsub/ I want this to be real.



CRACKLE CRACKLE!
Speaking of things I want to be real, LLAMAWORM. The word VAGENTA.

Steven Stoll says that Chinese women had their feet bound so they wouldn't run off and cheat on their husbands. Let's see if this is true or false.

Unblogglably Bad

Q. Elizabeth

A. Young Hottie















(Not so much.)











Here's our favorite friend, the "Smart Thinker".







POOR QUALITY BLOG

Let's make this better.



What a beautiful person, who is very cool and sings very well.



wtf? awesome.





If there is Minimalist art, can there be Maximalist art? I guess that's what I'd call my collage.

Remind me that I want a combination funeral involving the practices of the ten religions most likely to send me to a cool place. Is there an opposite of baptism? Or a death counterpart to baptism? Like you go your whole life not believing in anything but when it comes time to die, you convert to a bunch of religions (despite their contradictions) and go through the death rites. This is called increasing your chances of vacation in the event of an apocalypse.




Hail, O ye who give cakes and ale to 
perfect souls in the House of

  Osiris, give ye cakes and ale twice 
each day (in the morning and in

  the evening) to the soul of the 
Osiris Ani, whose word is true

  before the gods, the Lords of Abydos, 
and whose word is true with you.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

You're differential!

You know, I love some creepy things, especially when they're easily accessed.


And you know, the real max headroom was amazing, and I wish anything like this was still on TV. Is superjail still on?


Or maybe I'm just a sucker for bad puns?

Sunday, February 21, 2010

All Computers are Autistic

In keeping with the circus policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts, and in living color, you are going to see Christine Chubbuck, who killed herself because she had a Hitler mustache.






Sorry girl, we all wanna see your video.












No, not yours, Tim Tebow's mom. You're a scary owl woman.










 





















At least there was Craig Ewert.





He was a lot like Eeyore in his last months.









Why does Pooh's front door say "Mr Sanderz"??? 
One time, I said "Sanchez. Mr. Sanchez. Pooh Sanchez."


Thursday, February 11, 2010

Criminal Literaturism



So I was at my friend Ben's house last night and he had this drink cup from Great Wraps (the food place with the scariest mascot ever).
It's the wrinkled elf-man.
Check out that kid, too.


 ANYWAY...





The only thing stranger than the phallic logo...












...is the "wrap" on the back.









"Fill it. Fold it. Roll it. LOVE it!"

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Boyfrand

Hear ye, hear ye!

Come one, come all, step right up!

All ye millions who doth readeth me bloggle, I do decree that I hath granted me boyfrand to post upon my good bloggle. Share the wealth!

He maketh thee best eggeths of scrambleton in all ye merry world!

Bon-joor- no

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Kit-Kat






























Sorry this is turning into a weird cat blog.






My roommate, Goldflakes, just voted Whoopi Goldberg "Most Likely to Fart in Public". Because, "well, just look at her."



















Greek Love: They could all tolerate the butt-sex because every one of them had a tiny dick.

I got really excited because I saw I had two "followers" but I realized I started following myself.

A lame day.

Cats and Whoopi...















This is sick.



What if this thing purred? Well, it kind of does. It hums like a hummingbird. But I want to hear it purr like a cat. I'll do this soon.

Monday, February 1, 2010

More Cat Clothes

I want to dress my boyfriend's cat as a prince. Here is an artist's rendering of what Merty would look like:


















Atta boy, Mertz!

from thesophisticatedcat.com:
















Merty needs some of these:



































 

 
 OLD MAN MERDY!!!











It would be mean not to buy this for him.








YES!!!