
From Tima, via Cold Desert. In Lebanese war blogger news, Ahmad reports that there have been attempts to hack into his blog account; it’s quite obvious that, since the enemies of truth can’t win with logic or facts, they’ve resorted to crime.

From Tima, via Cold Desert. In Lebanese war blogger news, Ahmad reports that there have been attempts to hack into his blog account; it’s quite obvious that, since the enemies of truth can’t win with logic or facts, they’ve resorted to crime.
From Bleat and the Monkees
this is what they were talking about when they invented the word “groovy“
Defamer agrees. And so does this guy, with a little help from Boris Vallejo.
Hey, is that Posh Spice?
Now this is what I’m talking about. Nobody does amazon women and mythical creatures like Boris Vallejo. Look at the teeth, the fire, the pure unbridled passion. Why oh why does the Institute of Art in Chicago continue to ignore such masterpieces as this?
Does such a woman such as this truly exist? I recently took a voyage to the Amazon to find one of these scantily clad vixens, but ran out of luck. This photo here represent to me the true behavior of the unicorn. He’s mean, tempermental, and his nostrils breath fire. However, Soccer Moms such as the Unicorn Lady seem to push the agenda that all unicorns prefer sitting on grassy hiltops rather than warfare. I strongly dissagree. But, since I am a glutton for the one horned beast, I cannot say I do not enjoy the Unicorn Lady… we still share the same love. Please check out her site and share in her passion. Did you know the Unicorn Lady used to be a Principal’s secretary for a public school in San Diego?
I can see the unicorn screensaver on her computer right now, as the high school boys snicker at her as they pass by…
Note: unicorns are not cool enough to deserve the Squid Tag, Borises notwithstanding.
Actually, Coco Chanel’s phlegm could probably burn its way to China; if contained, it could have brought about an end to World War II, but as everyone knows, Chanel cannot be contained.
From Gawker Stalker:
As a Chelsea gay in training, I was on my way to
the David Barton Gym this morning at 10:30. On 23rd St between 7th and 8th Ave. Narciso Rodriguez steps out of a cab in this year’s summer gay uniform, tight t-shirt and shin-length short pants. Upon closing the cab door, he quickly precedes to spit a luggie onto the sidewalk. There was no shame on his part. This comes from a man that charges $2,000.00 for a cotton dress. I guess money and fame can’t develop class.

So Gary Larson is a Lovecraft fan? Innnnneresting. Fishy.