I’m on the couch in front of the TV; fawnapril is warming her butt in front of the heater.
Me: They’re using computer-generated penguins to sell prescription antiviral medications now, for the flu.
Her: There aren’t any flu medications!
Me: Apparently there are.
Her: But…
Me: Apparently there are.
Her: Are there medications that kill viruses?
Me: I only know what the [...]
“Sam, if I could get you to bring your legs closer together, so it’s not so crotchy?”
–Photographer who came over this evening to take portraits of us for the New York Times (!)
Justin sent me this; tragerstreit posted a link to this. Most excellent.
My favorite has to be Invisible bikes collide with invisible ladder!!!! — or maybe CAST MAGIC MISSILE.
Two of my answers on a survey for Oregon college students:
Q: What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of computer programming jobs?
A: Sitting on my ass in front of a desk.
Q: How or where did you develop that perception?
A: Sitting on my ass in front of a desk.
For oh, say, about 15 years now, eating — and, in extreme cases, even smelling — cake has been one of the swiftest, surest routes to the Headache Penalty Box. So I categorically don’t eat cake, no matter how pretty it is. (For our commitment celebration, fawnapril and I had a storebought cake [...]
Apparently Mike Tyson might soon be a male escort prostitute (link 1, link 2), if Heidi Fleiss is successful in getting legal approval from the state of Nevada to run a brothel for women.
The mind boggles.
For some bonus fucked-up-ness, check out Republican Loser Demands Hindu Democrat Winner Convert to Christianity.
(Both links via reddit.)
The lovely, talented, and extraordinarily well-mannered museumgirl always sends fabulous gifts. Last year it was Firefly. This year it was Chez Goth and Gris Grimly’s Wicked Nursery Rhymes II. And, of course, one of her signature handmade cards.
Of course, this year’s gift was not entirely selfless, since she knows full well that [...]
I’m 25 today! I will now [attempt to] give myself the gift… of sleep.
Nancy Pelosi says: I’M IN UR HOUSE IMPEACHING UR DOODZ.
(Found while trying to locate the awesome collection of cats “in ur [noun] [verb]ing ur [noun]” that someone posted recently but which I now can’t find…)
All right. Whatever else happens tonight, Pennsylvanians wiped out Santorum, aka “the frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.”
This is me deliberately not watching news or updating my RSS reader until at least dinnertime. I don’t particularly feel like being dragged through the anticipation of an election that’s become a referendum on George II. I’ll check in on things later, so I know whether I need to (a) relax, or (b) [...]
A group called America’s PAC has been running some interesting ads that I can only assume are supposed to appeal to black voters.
Here’s my favorite, as reported by Josh Gerstein of the NY Sun:
Another ad features a dialogue between two men.
“If you make a little mistake with one of your ‘hos,’ you’ll want to dispose [...]
My WinXP computer is currently drowning in a puddle of its own vomit. Apparently doing a Subversion checkout was too much to ask, and it hosed all of my Windows Explorer processes, which naturally made the UI go all wonky.
There’s a huge front-page article in today’s Oregonian about new trends in methamphetamine use in the wake of recent controls on pseudoephedrine. Prices are up and purity is down, which means users are getting less high, less often.
Now, in general I’m no fan of the War on (Some) Drugs — in general, because wars [...]
We don’t own a scale, so I usually only check my weight a few times a year, when we stay with someone who happens to have one in their bathroom. For the past 8-10 years, I’ve pretty consistently weighed in at 215-218 pounds without clothes. So I was quite surprised when, while waiting [...]