Stolen from Pharyngula who, apparently, stole it from Trey Parker‘s Orgazmo (and we luv us some Trey Parker around these parts…hmmm, right around THOSE parts, actually), here’s some candid footage of how a sweet little old lady deals with a couple of clean-cut Mormon missionaries. Watch and learn.
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I stole that from a Republican, and if all Republicans thought that way I’d be nicer to them.
It’s a fish roundup for Good Friday here on the ol’ raincoaster blog; my Catholic ancestors must be recrudescent this weekend (is some chippy Brit going to get up my nose about using big words again? I love that: fresh prey).
The fearsome, toothy Tiger fish from the Congo; why would the Congo have tiger fish if Africa has no tigers? Eh? Can you answer me that?
This Thai Mekong catfish at 2.7 meters long (9 feet, give or take) may be the biggest freshwater fish ever caught. Gallery of giant Thai catfish photos here, array of giant Thai catfish breaded filets TBA.
Just a side note: the fish was alive when caught, and was injected with fertility drugs so it could be used in a breeding program. Whatever was in the drugs, it died that day, and uh, well, uh, one doesn’t want to make pointed remarks about the intelligence or lack thereof of Thai people, but they ate it. That same day.
This Alaskan Rockfish is estimated between 90 and 120 years old, which would put its birth back in the pre-Information-or-Otherwise-Superhighway days, indeed, back before horseless carriages. It, too, has ended up as fish sticks. Bon appetit!
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This is totally legit.
In news bound to rock doctrinaire Evolutionistas everywhere, another set of ancient fairy
Now comes breaking news from Derbyshire, via Neatorama, that the mummified remains of several authentic flower fairies have been located in a barrow somewhere in the countryside. The exact site is being kept secret for obvious reasons; there is no knowing what shameful lengths the charlatans in lab coats might go to in order to erase this stunning blow to their orthodoxy.
The proof is undeniable:
The 2inch remains complete with wings; skin, teeth, and flowing red hair have been examined by anthropologists and forensic experts who can confirm that the body is genuine. X-rays of the “fairy” reveal an anatomically identical skeleton to that of a child. The bones, however, are hollow like those of a bird making them particularly light. The puzzling presence of a navel evne suggests that the beings reproduce the same as humans despite the absence of reproductive organs.
Well, I’d like to see what the “scientific community” can set against that kind of proof, eh? Try your darndest, you godless heathens! Just look at that photo; it’s even got a Police Evidence Bag and latex gloves! You can’t get much more official than that! Ha! I say again, HA!
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I finally get my link. After what, a year of praying and sitting through interminable load times (honestly, the website is mostly space; what could take it so damn long to load? Is it all the felt clogging the tubes of the internets?) and interminable billions of posts about Disney’s bloody Haunted Mansion and godawful felt crafts of the neo-repulsive school, I finally got a link on BoingBoing.
Sing Hallelulia! Let all creation sing,
That raincoaster from obscurity has risen,
Glory to the Boing!
Sound jubilation! Let every bell ring clear,
And joyous peals proclaim the message,
Our pwnage of Technorati is here.
Or not: One hit.
Ou sont les A-List Coattails d’antan?
Perhaps panda poo paper just isn’t popular? I even had to replace all the images because this was during the great Photobucket bandwidth blankout of 2007, not that we’re complaining. That would be so unlike us.
Oh, very well; the detail-oriented and sharp of memory among you will recall that we made it once before. All I can say to that is that the halflife of celebrity is clearly short online. In that case, I submitted the story and so my link was on there from the get-go, even if it wasn’t the go-to link. In this case, I submitted an addendum to a several-hours-old post, from which I conclude that BoingBoing readers read it pretty much in realtime, so if you want the glory and the kingdom, for ever and ever, or even for long enough for Technorati to pick up the link, you need to be the submitter of the link in the first place.
Timeliness: just what has been so difficult around these parts lately. I have learned, over the past two weeks of having a roommate, that I am willing to share space. I am willing to share food. I am willing to share even toothbrushes, okay, no, but almost. Point is: I’m fine with sharing most things. But sharing the internet connection, as in he has it some of the time and I have it some of the time?
No.
When you pair that with the fact that he’s an internationally known raw food chef whom I have allowed for the sake of experiment to put me on a special green smoothie juice fast just to see if there’s really anything in this chlorophyll hokum, and that green smoothie fasts apparently make me homicidally enraged from the moment I awake to the moment I lose consciousness, raining curses down upon the heads of my enemies as I drift off to sleep, and furthermore that I am PMSing at the moment, you’ll see that something had to give, and that it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me. Sic transit gorilla mozilla.
So the router he got seems to work well. We’ve even got our first pirate leeching off the signal, but as long as I can blog, I care not. Share the wireless luv! Information wants to be free!
Also, so do gastrointestinal systems. If I had any cash I’d hit the brunch buffet at Griffin’s like it’s never been hit before! As it is, I intend to scramble eggs with gorgonzola cheese and wash it down with a latte, then follow that up with pan fries. WITH ketchup and Tabasco. Sic transit gloria chorophyll.
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I’m assuming you know the original source of which this is an obscene and unspeakable (and Constitutionally-protected) mockery, right? He’s getting quite litigious these days, so I’m not going to link to him, nor to the source from whence I obtained this accursed and unmentionable document. Click to view full-size and read, gasping, while the blood freezes in your veins and the very stars stand still to watch in awe-struck horror.
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