and raincoaster luvs them right back. I grabbed this little ninjargasmic beauty from the Generator Blog, which we came to via Fark, and which we may never leave. A small sampling of the contents:
emo haiku generator, eg
sitting here in pain
I can do nothing but frown
I cry about dad!business plan generator
random monster generator
etc etc.
In our ongoing quest to find the fansite of the most pathetically non-fansite-deserving thing or entity in the world, we have come across, thanks to BoingBoing, a uniquely strong contender.
The only real quibble is it's not technically a site, but rather a Flickr tag.
Still, a strong showing nonetheless, for something it's almost impossible to imagine someone actually giving a rat's ass about.
Flickr photos of airline spoons.
image heartlessly stolen from Guido
A story has come out that could mean a big change for Boris Johnson, Tory MP for Henley and Shadow Minister for Higher Jinks. In fact, the truth is incredibly dirty. If this gets out, it could be the end of his career. But he'll do all right; from all reports, the man really knows how to use his head. Using the skills taught me by the inimitable (perhaps) Mirror, I have pieced together parts of a stunning whole. Below are actual quotes from Johnson himself, a pseudonymous poster on his blog, and some excerpts from an article on the whole sorry affair in the Telegraph.
— —– was chanting "We want Boris" as he limbered up, waving his arms like a slightly rusty blond helicopter. The cheers grew and the cry of "Boris, Boris" became irresistible.
"I haven't p—-d since I was 18."
On he bounced, to raucous celebration.
The sight of the mop-haired MP for Henley's head powering into ——————'s groin brought a roar…
After…Boris, lager in hand, said: "I was going for the ball with my head, which I understand is a legitimate move."
"I felt an enormous sense of achievement every time I actually touched the ball."
He insists that his m———s are in good working order but his chances of getting the call from Carole Caplin are slim.
"That was a lot of fun," said Boris. "I rather fancy doing it all over again. Do you think they will let me?"
Online sources tell raincoaster chances are good. One remark from a grateful fan:
your tackle last night made my life…Thanks Boris!!
This was followed quickly by fears of tabloid coverage:
Oh lord, I'm inadvertently giving the News of the World about all they need for a Bozza cover story.
I'll be more careful when analysing Johnson's tackle in future.
So perhaps his career as MP for Henley and Shadow Minister for Higher Jinks is over, but could this be the start of a new one? Say, Minister of State for Health Services?
Read on for a lovely shot of Johnson's tackle. Continue reading
I mean, how can you not love a guy like this, eh? He's a political leftie, an author, a brainiac, he speaks fluent Maritimer, and he's a dead hottie to boot.
…a previous Conservative government made Conrad Black a Member of the Privy Council. It is somehow fitting that if Conrad goes down in a nasty prison brawl over a carton of cigarettes, the flag over the Peace Tower will fly at half mast. A nation will mourn the passing of a guy who voluntarily gave up his Canadian citizenship so he could play dress-up party in England.
I can see that, while he's not a daily blogger, nor yet a desperate famewhore such as myself who has to hit it several times a day or go mad but that's neither here nor there, he's already caught onto the old blogger's trick of getting other people to supply content. Way to take a month off, eh?
I love stories like these.
Seems some perv in his thirties tried to grab 14-year-old Brittney Richardson, and she took her brown belt in karate and she whupped his sad, sorry ass.
Go Xena!
I mean Brittney!
"I turned and I hit him," she says. "I just knocked this guy out."
She immediately ran away, and called police.
Her instructors couldn't be prouder. "Brittney did exactly, step by step, what we teach," said Amanda Christensen. "This fella found out you don't mess with her."
"Karate is the best thing that's ever happened in my life," she says. "I have to say that my training has been very effective."
Although Brittney will have a black belt in one year, she says in many respects she's a typical teenage girl. "I'm the girl that's into boys, likes to talk on the phone, paints my nails," she says.
Her would-be attacker has not yet been found. He's described as a white man in his 30's, with bleached blonde hair, and blue eyes.
And two testicles that are probably retracted so far you can see them when he opens his mouth.
It's funny. I am an anti-war leftie, and that leads many people to conclude (quite incorrectly) that I oppose violence. I don't. Too Irish. I oppose oppression. So while I post against parents beating their children so hard as to leave marks for god's sake, I am highly in favour of children beating would-be rapists hard enough to leave permanent psychic scars. I don't do so out of any misguided belief that this will make the criminals better human beings, but out of a belief that if they get their asses handed to them enough times it will stop them from raping children. If only we could find something that would stop parents from assaulting them as well.
Societal behaviourism: it's a good thing.
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