Source here is lost to the mists of time. Whoever it is, he did an amazing job of catching the notoriously elusive ninjas in a rare moment of relaxation.
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Category Archives: geek
Do you KNOW who I AM?
Another too-true toon from Married to the Sea. And I just noticed you can order PRINTS! Birthday coming up…
In related news, this sad tale.
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mark Key Master April 24th, 2008 at 1:59 am
For one day – more if you can tolerate – sit in the same place all day.
You can only move for the toilet, nothing else.One chair all day.
Dude, that’s what I do for a living: I’m a blogger!
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Mass Ejaculations!!!
We at the ol’ raincoaster blog did not just fall off the squid trawler, ya know. No indeed, we were not hatched yesterday nor even the day before and are perfectly well aware of the mass moist madness that erupts when you get groups of excited, vigorous young people together in a consequence-free and water-and-stain-resistant environment stocked with bottled beverages.
Behold the world’s largest Mentos and Diet Coke experiment:
Honestly, it looks like an orgy at Hogwarts to me. If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all!
There’s not a raging snotload of things to do in Belgium, if you don’t rustle mussels or brew beer for a living, so these enthusiastic, yet two-years-behind-the-meme students decided to go for mass quantities, rather than attempt to duplicate the balletic elegance of the original experiment. For this monumental achievement, they gathered in historic (and, presumably, easily hosed down) Ladeuzeplein Square in Leuven, Belgium. Note please, that Coke does not work as well and regardless of what the Torygraph article linked to above tells you, it must be Diet Coke.
Fritz Grobe and Stephen Voltz were the famed mad scientists whose hypnotic Aesthetic of the Absurd video, covered extensively in this blog and millions of others, set the tone for memes to come, from the inexorable rise of lolcats up to and including Anonymous‘s current campaign against Scientology.
Not-Fleshed-Out-Yet-Really-Quite-Inescapable Conclusion: The dominant vernacular of civil engagement today defines itself directly against the current structure and forms of terrorism and is absurd in every sense, self-aware, positive in tone and gesture, meta-(not post-)intellectual, and a helluva lot of fun.
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Pulp Fiction, by William Shakespeare
Okay, so now we’re up to (I think) five worthwhile things on LiveJournal. This just might be the greatest of them all: nothing less than Quentin Tarantino‘s genre-busting post-intellectual masterpiece Pulp Fiction
And he would have, you know. Everybody knows what playwrights will do for money.
From Metaquotes:
ACT I SCENE 2. A road, morning. Enter a carriage, with JULES and VINCENT, murderers.
J: And know’st thou what the French name cottage pie?
V: Say they not cottage pie, in their own tongue?
J: But nay, their tongues, for speech and taste alike
Are strange to ours, with their own history:
Gaul knoweth not a cottage from a house.
V: What say they then, pray?
J: Hachis Parmentier.
V: Hachis Parmentier! What name they cream?
J: Cream is but cream, only they say le crème.
V: What do they name black pudding?
J: I know not;
I visited no inn it could be bought.
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White Slavery in the Twenty-First Century
If Eliza Armstrong were alive today, I know exactly what she’d be doing: running interference on her overlord’s stalker, fighting over table scraps, and contributing keyword-heavy posts on the state of the chimney sweeping industry to some faceless blog network for five bucks a post.
Oh, a blogger’s life is not all Champagne and Caviar, my friends. No, nor Skittles and Beer neither.
Alas, not even Smarties and Orange Crush, most days.
It all starts so innocently. You LiveJournal, perhaps, or you get a bit of a reputation as a Tumblr.
You see a blog job listed on MediaBistro. You think it’ll be fun. A laugh. Something you do in between vigorous rounds of Scrabulous and the performance of whatever lucrative, yet cushy, professional tasks the future holds in store for you. Someday.
As this video exposé from BarelyPolitical (via Valleywag) demonstrates, you could not be more wrong. Long hours in murky darkness, scant rations of Chex mix and RedBull ( or cheap knockoffs, if you work outside Silicon Valley), and a polyester duvet that you have to share with the owner’s poorly-housebroken bulldogs are the lot of a typical blogger.
And your overlords? Raising a toast to themselves at Balthazar.
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