Not here. Here. I’m far too lazy to run polls!
Here, via Fark, are a few samples from The Funniest‘s thread of the funniest images on the Internet. There are some old standbys like the Jedi Squirrels, which was a top post on WordPress for at least a month, but there are also some fun new ones, such as these which I have heartlessly ripped off to give you a taste of the delights which await you in the original thread here.
Heartlessly stolen from The Infomaniac, and saying what oft was felt, but ne’er so well expressed.
Here’s an exquisitely beautiful video stolen from Master Cowfish, which has a better-quality version. What can I do? I’m hooked on YouTube!
This is one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.
This is a video of 21 members of the China Disabled People’s Performing Art Troupe performing the Thousand-hand Bodhisattva dance; the members are all deaf.
More details on the dance troupe at http://www.womenofchina.com.cn/woc/ShowArticle.asp?ID=3223&BigClassId=8.
from which my friend they lion takes the name of said blog.
They Feed They Lion
by Philip LevineOut of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,
Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,
Out of the bones’ need to sharpen and the muscles’ to stretch,
They Lion grow.Earth is eating trees, fence posts,
Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
“Come home, Come home!” From pig balls,
From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness,
From the furred ear and the full jowl come
The repose of the hung belly, from the purpose
They Lion grow.From the sweet glues of the trotters
Come the sweet kinks of the fist, from the full flower
Of the hams the thorax of caves,
From “Bow Down” come “Rise Up,”
Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels,
The grained arm that pulls the hands,
They Lion grow.From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
