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I’ve known about this for some time, but it didn’t occur to me that a link or two would be a good idea. Duh on me.

Part parody, part fanfic, part catharsis, Toastyfrog’s Thumbnail Theater is a delightful collection of snarky take-offs on Neon Genesis Evangelion, Akira, Princess Mononoke, Ghost In The Shell and the first two Star Wars prequels, among other things.

Inspired by Toastyfrog’s example, EK of Big-Big-Truck.com is creating a Cowboy Bebop Thumbnail Theater. The six episodes posted so far are an absolute laugh riot. And while you’re there, check out her illustrations and other artwork. The lady’s got talent.

You know, I feel inspired. I think I’ll create a Thumbnail Theater of my own… and I already know which anime to use…

Via Megan Denny here at the office, I bring you… something cute and disturbing.
Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack

Because she asked and because I love to help, I did some stylesheet tinkering for Tinkrbel. She’s whipping up a little website for Portland-area “Vampire: The Eternal Struggle” gamers. My contribution was getting her switched to external CSS and then troubleshooting and fine-tuning the layout. It turned out rather well, if we do say so ourselves.

As always, this will be updated periodically over the course of the afternoon. I decided not to start it in the morning to give my fellow bloggers a chance to actually put in some Friday content before I pounced on their sites…

• Because I’m a schmuck and forgot about her last week, Madame Sinister starts off this week’s parade of superstars. Besides taking her life into her own hands through creative extension of use-by dates on chicken soup, she also had a brush with a local radio personality. (I count as a non-local radio non-personality.) And let’s not forget about the “sheeple.” No, never forget. I don’t watch Survivor so I don’t qualify. Nyah.
  
• The good Captain Rooba engaged in a skirmish with a mythological beast. No, really. He’s also job-hunting, missing The Out-of-Country Unexpected and being interviewed. No, really.
  
• Sar of Dragon Ink totally loves her brother. She totally loves playing with oil paints, but totally not-loves cleaning up afterward. This would seem to be a running theme in her life. Jacks, the fraidy-cat, escaped and then returned. And no, Sar, it’s not wrong to lounge around in your pajamas if given the opportunity.
  
• Phoemeister endured backlogged nagging, bad news about roommates and the discovery of some weird/scary search engine requests. Those nearby endured the singing of strange songs while she decorated her dorm room. Also, like Cap’n Rooba, she shared a strange dream with her readers. Oh, and Phoe, yes it is better than that nasty lime color. Amen.
  
• The Melpster treated her readers to a couple of reviews of… old Daily Show segments. I’ve seen stranger things, I suppose. An exchange of emails attempts to track the movements of some band members of some bands that, sad to say, I’ve never heard of. We will probably be treated to a review of Bop Girl Goes Calypso before too much longer. What, you didn’t know that calypso music is the Next Big Thing(tm)? Shame on you.
  
• All of a sudden, debris.com got very very updated, thanks in part to business cards with story ideas jotted upon. Sadly, both chinese restaurants and hospitals failed to provide a worthy culinary experience. While Matt did spend probably too much time laughing at his own joke, I admit that I’d be hard-pressed to think of something as clever as he did under similar circumstances.
  
• One thing that comes to mind reading Blogatelle this week is that the birthday card is way, way too big. Really it is. Meanwhile, it turns out very likely that power not only corrupts, but drives a man batty. Take the case of fear-the-calico-kitty John Ashcroft and the Turkmenistan dictator with the delusions of, well, delusional things. That sound you’re hearing is that of Samuel Clemens spinning rapidly in his grave. And banner ads are often evil, but you didn’t need her or I to tell you that.
  
• Emily pondered the latest in blood-donor fashions, the holy trinity (Holy Water, Holy Semen, Holy Urine) and resisting the urge to break the unbreakable. Her father is not unlike an angry paper clip.
  
• The fluttergirl blessed us with two great big fluffy wads of updating. I can’t even begin to sum up the wacky joy to be found there. You’ll have to read it all for yourself. Truck driving does provide plenty of journal fodder!
  
• Argephontes is back. We know this because she said so, and because she immediately had a hellaciously bad day thanks in part to double-booking. Because there’s no Friday Five this week she chose to recycle one from a couple of weeks ago. Not a bad idea, though I was thinking of making up my own FF instead…
  
• Going into brief hiatus is Snappy the Clam. He can use a break. We’ll see him again in a couple of weeks. Q Daily News isn’t on hiatus, but there aren’t any postings since Monday either. Ah well.
  
• Last and very far from least, Jessy has by now moved to her new home. We wish her the very best and look forward to her “return.” She was kind enough to say nice things about yours-truly before she left, which is always highly encouraged here. 😉