Saturday, September 30, 2006
Pika - really really freaking cute if you ask me! The real life pikachu!
The pika may look like a hamster, but is actually a cousin of the rabbit. Of course, "Pikachu" is a portmanteau of the words, pika, meaning to spark or meaning a sparkle of lightning in the Japanese language, and "chū", an onomatopoeia in the Japanese language for the squeak made by a mouse. It seems pure coincidence that Pikachu and the Pika bear so much resemblence - or it may just be a third level of cleverness on the japanese creators' part. |
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Analagous Humorous
The Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center.
Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall Man."
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Kenneth Parker, Photographer
White Oxen and Minnanthu Pagodas (Bagan, Myanmar)
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Gay Flight Attendant
"My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told >us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one."
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet- cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray-up, Bitch
My friend Belinda posted this as a bulletin on myspace.com. I dunno where it started, but I appreciate the swift justice of a witty gay man!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
We'll miss you Steve Irwin!
Steve "Crocodile Hunter" Irwin was killed
...But I doubt all of you have seen the cat
who clearly loved Mr. "Crikey" Irwin.
(Thanks to cuteoverload.com for the animal planet link
and also these photos! I love how "on top of it" you are!)
*mmm-arghhh-glurp-munch* "I just love Steve Irwin sooo much...
He tastes sooo goood!"
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
In honor of the new season of House
So what am I doing tonight at 8:00? Duh! Its totally Housetime!
For those of you who don't know, House is the best doctor show (besides Grey's Anatomy--but that's completely different). Dr. House manages to solve these really kewl mysterious /complex cases while being sarcastic--brilliant! Okay, so its the best sarcastic doctor show.
To get ready for the new season, brush-up on your Houseisms.
A few of my favorites (but i love them all!):
From the Episode "Control"
Wilson : "She was uncomfortable doing any more tests. I had to convince her just to do that one."
House: "You get that often? Women who'd rather die than get naked with you?"
From the Episode "DNR"
Foreman: "You assaulted that man!"
House: "Fine. I'll never do it again."
Foreman: "Yes you will."
House: "All the more reason this debate is pointless."
From the Episode "Maternity"
House: "Don't worry. Many women learn to live with this parasite. My own mother, for example. Forty-five years and she only complains about it now from time to time."
From the Episode "Damned If You Do"
House: "Candy canes? Are you trying to mock me?"