stolen from Neatorama, who also have an interesting backgrounder on Heisenberg.
See more of lil’ Werner‘s adventures on artist Dresden Codak‘s site.
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Category Archives: Historical
See food. Seafood. See food strike back!
Make it from scratch? Puh-leeze! There are easier ways to satisfy a craving for seafood. Who needs the real thing when Japan and McDonald‘s do fake so very well? This tag team of Giant Octopus and Enormo-CollossoGigantor Squid is enough to put any budding Iron Chef off.
stolen from Pink Tentacle, which has a collection of several such bizarre, Mel-Brooks-ish Japanese-Neanderthal-vs-Gigantic-Ancient-Beast commercials.
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everything I need to know I learned from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Well, it’s true. The problem is, I’m a chick, so instead of learning from Mia Sara‘s insipid bimbette, I learned from the master. I learned from Ferris.
So, of course, I’m still single.
Oh, I attract my fair share of men. I attract more than my fair share of men who, while technically men, aren’t actually men in any real sense. See my posts on zeta males for the passive-aggressive response thereto. I attract men who are to Mia Sara as I am to Ferris Bueller.
And this is why I am still single.
Hey, why is the Groucho Club in London in the first place? I mean, was he a regular? Was he a citizen? Was he even “a bloody foreigner” who hung out there and presumably dazzled their women with his superior orthodontistry?
You have to ask these things. If you’re me. And me still single…imagine!
In any case, here is a lovely article from Australia’s Sydney Morning Herald on the life lessons in the great American masterpiece Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. This is all ye know and all ye need to know.
From the Sydney Morning Herald:
As the school secretary points out, “the sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore Ferris. They think he’s a righteous dude,” and I’d have to agree.
Ferris Bueller pretty much embodies everything I believe a man should be: a little dangerous, immensely charming, funny, an optimist, adventurous, challenging, a bit dodgy, curious, subversive, latitudinarian and a dab hand with the sheilas.
Anyway, what follows took far longer to produce than it looks, so please read on and discover the secret to life according to Ferris…
And when you do, tell it to the men who are asking me out.
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Homer Simpson! What are you DOING with that donut?
And, really, shouldn’t it be spelled “doughnut” if only for old-time’s sake? He’s an old-fashioned boy at heart, ya know.
Looks to me like ol’ Homer here is simply taking advantage of the “Special Relationship” to coax the Cerne Abbas Giant into a friendly game of ring toss. You’ll notice that Homer is proudly wearing tighty whities, while his British counterpart goes sternly commando. This is traditional with what’s known in a certain crowd as “Special Relationship Games:” the Yanks just do it to the Brits over and over and the Brits just take it. Just be glad it’s not lawn darts they’re playing.
According to the Sun, Limey pagans are threatening to perform terrifyingly effective rain dances that will wash away every trace of the offending Yank. Oh, that’ll teach ’em! A bunch of loopy New Ageists holding hands and pretending to be Lakota Sioux.
I have a feeling this is Churchill‘s fault, but I’m gonna blame Thatcher anyway on general principles.
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welcome back, Potter
The sad tale of Harry Potter‘s pathetic adulthood of relentless, asexual underachievement. From the television series spun off from the movie based on the top-secret Eighth Harry Potter Book!!!! Oh, my life’s not worth a plugged nickel after releasing this to the public: that agent is going to kill me! Still, something about it is vaguely familiar.
stolen from Defamer
Sorry about the laugh track; it was the Seventies!
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