For those of you who, unlike me, do not speak Alliteration, here is the great alliteration speech from the film V for Vendetta, where V introduces himself to Evey, SUBTITLED!
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good reasons to adopt a puppy #238: Free Viagra for Life!
The life of the dog, that is. Ingrid isn’t your average pound pitbull; she’s got a critical circulatory disability which means she needs to be on Viagra for the rest of her life. She’s small, and only four, so figure on a lifespan in excess of twelve years here. And, apparently, only the $10 per pill Viagra will do: no generic Cialis for this chowhound.
“We were really worried she wouldn’t make it,” Stein said during a phone interview with WNBC.com. “There was such a turnaround after or week or so of the Viagra; she just became a new dog. She perked up and was lively, just like any other dog.”
The Adoption Center is now seeking Viagra donations from people in the area to keep Ingrid alive. Stein said the shelter cannot afford to continually pay $10 for each Viagra pill.
“If 200 people could send us just one pill, that would be good for seven months,” Stein said.
Stein said that when Ingrid is adopted, the shelter will provide a lifetime supply of Viagra to the owner.
Seriously, this is some bestiality nut’s dream pet. Can’t wait for the upcoming news reports of what happened the first time the pit bull wasn’t in the mood.
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quiz: in a post-apocalyptic world, who would you be?
Hmm, bit of a surprise here, as I was expecting cyberpunk (does serving lattes to William Gibson for a solid year count for NOTHING?) but then, I have no more faith in technology than I do in human nature!
In A Post-Apocalyptic World, Who Would You Be?
You are a Bounty Hunter
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Also, how does that synch up with this:
Which heroic sword fighter are you?
You are Joan of Arc, maid of Orleans! You are a born leader. Your strengths include a sharp mind and determination, your weaknesses include a certain degree of self-righteousness and difficulty compromising. You would rather die than betray your beliefs. You are more popular than you realize.
Oh, yeah… you are also quite possibly insane.
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Saturday Squid!
Really, when it comes to the ol’ Calamari, can you ever get enough?
Here at the ol’ raincoaster blog, we’re partial to our Calamari Grande, and our Octopodia Grande, as perhaps you may have noticed. And our accomplices from around the globe have been feeding our obsession lately, as perhaps you’ve also noticed, you smart cookie, you.
But wait, there’s MORE.
And MORE.
And songs!
via the Squid blog
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my mother, the CIA agent, the Filipino forger, and the meaning of Christmas presents
I’m kind of disappointed my blogging diploma isn’t from Miskatonic, but that’s nothing a little hacking won’t fix.
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Blogging Degree
From Go-Quiz.com
And this reminds me, it does, of the time my mother wanted to buy me a Doctorate from Harvard.
She was living in Saudi Arabia, as one does, shacked up with a CIA agent whose job it was to teach battlefield communications to the Saudis. As one does.
Islam was the bane of his existence, as five times a day no matter what they’d all pull out their rugs and face mecca and present a nice, juicy target to the Israelis. No indeed, this did not take him to his happy place, for yea, he was a very conscientious battlefield communications instructor. Over and over he lectured them, over and over he proved that the Israelis could wipe them all out at any of those five, widely known and unvarying times of day. And over and over they happily replied “if the Israelis kill us we will go straight to Paradise as martyrs,” and I believe one of them even made a reference to that bugger, I can’t kill him when he’s praying scene in Hamlet, obviously stretching to try to find some common ground with Jerry the Baptist, out in the wild Arabian desert.
As a sideline, Jerry ran the local casino and house of ill repute, which brought in several times his salary, and which he was allowed to keep because what his bosses were truly interested in was the blackmail material gathered by the tiny cameras placed strategically around the premises. He also had the local distribution rights for Johnny Walker, which was as the mines of King Solomon in terms of putting out the gelt.
Where was I? Oh yes, about to get to the religious police.
Naturally, Jerry was quite conscious of the activities of the religious police. The main trouble with the religious police was, as you can imagine, that they tended to be quite…well, there’s really no way around this, I’m just going to have to come out and say it… quite religious.
And the whole living-in-sin-with-a-Canadian-and-a-socialist-at-that thing was exactly the sort of thing with which they were Not Cool.
At. All.
Now, Jerry and my mother were by no means originals in their living arrangements, which did tend to give a rather louche reputation to even the primmest Mormon that the Yanks sent over, and so, as always happens where there are problems and lots of money around, a man materialized with a solution.
He materialized at the same time every year, swinging through the Middle East like an olden days tinker would swing through, say, Simcoe County, offering his wares.
He was a Filipino forger, and he was a very busy man.
They took one of the American marriage licenses for $250, which is really cheap for a piece of paper that you show the religious police and they don’t have you stoned, when you think about it, really, and my mother pondered long over the very tempting Harvard Doctorate, but decided that even she was not overpaid enough to spend $500 and besides, what would she get my sister, eh? Answer me that!
That year she got a camel saddle and I got a silver veil. Gee, I guess Mom DID love me best, even if she thought I was ugly.
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