I mean, damn!
So, ah, where are the “f**king baloons” going to be, and are they going to drop like they’re supposed to, this time?
I mean, damn!
So, ah, where are the “f**king baloons” going to be, and are they going to drop like they’re supposed to, this time?
Spotted in the comments of a discussion of Starbucks (and the politics thereof):
I generally either shut out the “No one I know voted for Nixon” vibe or I eavesdrop and see how many inanities get spouted. I’ll never forget one time, at a Starbucks in Houston, I struck up a conversation with some locals and was told, point-blank, that I had no business being in the gay Starbucks when the straight one was only two blocks down.
Ah, the good ‘ol Big Tent philosophy. Funny how some people are all about inclusion…as long as it’s about you including them.
Thousands of people, sick of hearing about the massive government giveaways to Katrina victims still going on two years after the hurricane, have applied for psychological support grants from the federal government. “We’re sick and tired of hearing about how our tax money is going to support people who are squandering it on plasma TV’s and weekends at Rick’s,” said Mellisa Maderio, of Dry Fork, New Mexico. “Why, we had a big storm, more than a half-inch of rain, just last week, and we didn’t get a thin dime from the gub’mint.” Joyce and her neighbors in the ritzy River Pines Mobile Home Trailer Park formed People Upset at Katrina Everywhere (PUKE) last year, and began lobbying for support from state and local authorities. Their pleas for counseling fell on deaf ears, until they approached FEMA, which arranged for 1,200 applicants to receive $1,693.27 each towards professional support services. “This is just the tip of the iceberg. We’re certain that there are hundreds of thousands of victims suffering from Katrina Overload Syndrome (KOS) out there, most of which are undiagnosed,” said Roger Milhouse, FEMA regional director.
Ms. Maderio believes the number could be even higher. “We’re sick and tired of hearing about all the money those folks in New Orleans got. Some days, we just can’t go out to cash our food stamps for beer and cigarettes, it’s so upsetting. How many millions of people are sick and tired of hearing about Katrina this and Katrina that? It’s about time the federal government took responsibility for creating this problem. ”
Try it and see for yourself!
I’m not surprised that they’ve blocked this site — assuming it wasn’t just a temporary glitch or the server in China being shut down by authorities. I’ve been pretty harsh on China in the past, and I still am. I’ve had an article titled “Texas Redistricting, China, and the Internet” sitting incomplete for so long, I can’t even remember what prompted me to put all three of them in one post. I also saw recently where China has just upped it’s defense budget by another $45 billion. They aren’t doing that because they plan to sit down and play a nice game of checkers with us.
Unless it’s on the bombed out floor of the Taiwanese Diet, that is…
I’m sick and tired of our government pussy-footing around with them. China has no problem with the idea of fishing in troubled waters right now, what with the Islamo-facist War upon us. After all, they figure they can just do the same thing to any inconvenient imams that they did to the Dali Llama: boot them out and let the West deal with them. Not, that is, that they actually have a muslim minority, unlike their neighbors to the south.
Oh, and the real laugher: Bridgebunnies is banned also. Gotta keep that dangerous anime from infecting the proles, you know. (Actually, it probably has more to do with this little rant.)
And Laurence wonders why I don’t trust our four-footed masters? It’s because I always knew they weren’t acting in our best interests…
Readers of my Agenda write-ups here and at blogHOUSTON will recall that I’ve made fun of two of the perennial “guests” during public comment time at the council meetings, “Senator” Robert Horton, and “President” Joseph Charles. Well, someone was intrigued enough to record their latest appearance before the council and post it on YouTube. BlogHouston has the video.
Stupidification ensues.
“Concrete does not spontaneously combust, so somebody had to have spilled something,” [district fire chief] Tommy Dowdy said.
This was said in response to a freeway ramp seeming to be on fire during the Friday afternoon rush hour. Hat tip to Lone Star Times.
People are stupid. (h/t to The Buck Stops Here.)
Microwaved water kills plants. Just reading the convolutions some of the commenters go through makes my head hurt. FYI: this is in reference to (supposedly) an elementary school student’s project to see if giving a plant microwaved water was good for it.
My favorite comment wasn’t: “If the effect is real (and noting the criticisms here and on the page linked to), then I wonder if it’s connected with the oxygen levels in the water?”
It was the response: “Plants don’t take up oxygen from water (via roots), as far as I know.”
Sigh. While technically true, if you, good reader, don’t know what’s wrong with that, your opinion on global warming has just been invalidated, because you are are a scientific illiterate and ignorant of one of the basic parameters. Now go retake high-school biology. And stop reading this blog; the pictures are too intelligent for you.
Damn, but that much concentrated stupidity makes me snarky.
When your entire golf course is sand and rocks, should any foliage be considered a “grass trap?”
Elen Gubeb’s tattered sandals and torn jeans don’t match his pricey new Mizuno glove, but dress is not important at this homemade golf track on Namibia’s desert coast, an unlikely golf hotspot.
Very unlikely….
The nine-hole course dubbed the “West Side Club” has no greens or tees, water or grass. Stinging sand and gusts of wind whistle through a lone row of palm trees on the edge of the forbidding Namib desert.
Of course, no Reuters article could be complete without mentioning the evils left over from the colonial age:
The Namib, the world’s oldest living desert, and the barren Skeleton Coast limit employment options in the former German colony that for decades was under the control of neighboring South Africa.
Oooh, bonus points for the reference to both Germany and South Africa! How bad is the evil legacy of colonialsim? Why, this golfer is unemployed!
“I don’t work, I just play golf every day,” says Gubeb, one of thousands of youths unable to find permanent work in the poor southern African nation.
If you’d handed me that quote and asked who said it, I’d have guessed Tiger Woods, not Elen Gubeb. But since it was Elen, I’d like to know something that Reuters managed not to mention in this oh-so-brief news “story” from nowhere:
Where and how does an unemployed Namibian golfer obtain a “pricey new Mizuno glove?”
Makes one wonder….
…Monty Python’s “The Penis Song.”
Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis?
Isn’t it frightfully good to have a dong?
It’s swell to have a stiffy.
It’s divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world’s biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife’s best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don’t take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won’t come back.
It’s only a matter of time now. Prepare to be spammed by ads for penis replacement surgery….
Original story here. Now all we need to do is figure out how to clone eyeballs to deal with that pesky blindness problem…..
Why no, I don’t think fans are getting completely obsessed with a show that hasn’t even been officially translated and marketed in Region 1. By the way, I should be downloading ep. 8 tonight.
Comment by wontaek | 2006/04/21 at 04:58:07
revised forcast. Over/under for the date when someone starts the Church of Haruhi: May 1st.
It was over.
Edit: thanks to YouTube, here’s the show’s, ah, energetic ending, with translations. Whomever recorded this has the same aspect problems I once did, so it’s distorted.
Update: Ok, now I’ve watched the episode, and even if it’s not as insanely funny as many of the others — Kyon’s sarcasm is definately lacking here — the series continues to intrigue because of all the mysteries. What happened in the cave? Did Haruhi make a change? And what’s with the mole on Kyon’s neck? I dont’ believe that’s just a red herring. Of course, with this bunch, you never know. And when is that talking cat from the first episode going to show up? From what I’m reading on the web, the studio only committed to 14 episodes. I don’t think they expected it to be such a runaway hit in the otakusphere.
Last night I dreamed that Belldandy showed up with a citizen complaint. She looks awfully cute when she’s distressed, but I really hope we were able to solve her complaint before Urd and Skuld showed up to “help.” The dream didn’t get that far, alas.
Edit: the nature of the complaint would give away my exact office, almost to the desk, or I’d tell it here. All I can say is that it’s hilarious, given that she’s a Norse goddess that is supposed to go around dispensing wishes for the big guy. (And no, I don’t mean Odin!)
I’d really like to know if it’s KHOU or the Dallas Morning News that thinks a bus full of elderly people that caught fire was just a bunch of perverts.
Yes, I think we should use foriegn precedents. Absolutely! If our goal is to continue the descent into madness, that is.
In the UK, a 10-year-old faces criminal charges for calling another schoolboy a name.
Yet another reason to oppose “hate speech” laws.
Proving that laywers are adaptable, Paris Hilton, some nobody that introduced her to one of her prior f–k buddies, and a California court commissioner, all agreed to a unique restraining order that prohibits her from being within 100 yards of said nobody. Except when at the same party, in which case they can be within 25 feet.
I’d like to get my own unique restraining order against her. She should not be allowed to have sex with me unless I am really, really drunk. Too drunk to run away.
Ok, I must be needing some today; I thought of me, Paris Hilton and sex in the same sentence. I mean, it’s risking God knows what disease to be in the same chapter with those two subjects. Well, definately Cystic Paparazzius or Porno Vidius, but other diseases too.