Forget the Amazon wishlist (to which, I almost briefly hesitate to point out, the link is over there on the left), this Real Life comic is not only damned funny but it also gives me a great idea for what you guys can get me for my birthday, which is only two days away…
What do you mean, “Spectacularly unrealistic”? Bah! It’s so hard to find good minions these days, I swear.
Just when you thought 2006 couldn’t be more utterly annoying and frustrating and generally dreadful, you get a note on your door.
March is going to be a very entertaining month. “It never rains but it pours,” indeed.
This is all Sarah’s fault.
There aren’t really very many options to choose from, so this is the best I could do. You’re welcome to make your own, of course. And how amusing is it that the site is called DevilDucky, eh?
Bear in mind that there’s no option (that I could find, anyway) to save the image other than printing it, so be prepared to use whatever screen capture method works best for you. (When in doubt, for Windows users: Alt+PrintScrn, then open whatever image editor you have on hand and Ctrl+V to paste. Crop as needed, then save.)
I quote from the entry titled Helltown USA at a blog named Pruned…
Since the summer of 1962, a fire, fueled by rich anthracite coal deposits, has been burning beneath the mining town of Centralia, Pennsylvania.
Nonstop.
File this under, “Why have I not heard about something this incredibly freaky before now?” Check out the pictures. They’re both freakish and fascinating.
Some guy over on Livejournal by name of Howard Tayler (okay, so he’s got a webcomic) really, really didn’t like the film rendition of “BloodRayne.” And I quote:
I’m serious. If I find out that you went and saw this film after I told you not to, I’ll phone your friends up and tell them to go to your house and pour ants in your bed. And when you wake up screaming, covered in ants, you’ll think “at least I’m not still watching BloodRayne.”
[…]
I’m not trying to tear this movie a new anal orifice. I assure you, the film already has SEVERAL, and it defecates simultaneously through all of them. You don’t want to get any of this on you.
His review is a fun read, if only to see how a writer of decent talent can thoroughly eviscerate a movie.
It’s been bothering me ever since the first time I walked along a sidewalk on a block the city had converted to the new “pay to park” meter scheme. Glued down at every parking space I saw a flat, round lump of metal that served no obvious purpose. Last week I noticed that the discs along one stretch of sidewalk have a website address stamped into them. Huzzah! And so I jotted the information into my trusty phone and hurried home to check out the site.
Well, okay. It took me most of a week to remember that I’d jotted the information into my trusty phone. Ahem. At any rate, I now know what the heck those things are. They’re gorilla post mounting plates.
Huh?
The idea is that the city can quickly and easily attach one of these gorilla posts in case there’s a need to mark a space as off-limits. Since there’s no actual meter present at the space anymore, what else are you going to attach the “no parking” sign to? It’s actually rather clever, though I hesitate to ask how much of the average Portlander’s tax money went into all of this extra equipment (above and beyond the electronic gadgets, that is).
At least I won’t have this mystery keeping me up nights anymore. One insomnia trigger down, hundreds to go.
