I've posted a comment at a couple places that the Teahadi's new Benghazinvestigator looks like Greedo from Star Wars and that Barry (and/or Hillary) should shoot first, just like Han Solo did. I couldn't resist making a hideous animation:
(click to enjoy it in it's full-sized hideousness)
Yes, the color and typeface surrounding the asshole in the first frame are both hideous, because Trey and the Teahadis deserve nothing better.
You're welcome.
Maddow just teased a story from Oregon and the teaser contained Art Robinson. I predict the story is about Art wanting our urine, because that's what a mailer I got from Robinson over the weekend was about.
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Here's the video: (go here if the embedding doesn't work)
Can you imagine if a Democratic candidate solicited people's urine for a study? The nutjob-wing of the Republican party (but I repeat myself) would flip right the fuck out. It'd be worse than eleventy-five Benghazis times nine U.N. Agenda 21s. Carnage!
There's an amusing article from a local rag about it here. They actually sent away for the kit.
One of my favorite local bluesy bands just released a new album. It's available here along with a couple sample tracks. Also available on emusic but I think buying directly from the label gets them more money (disclosure: I noticed it at emusic first, so I suck).
I shall resume my regularly-scheduled dearth of posting now.
Here we have a new "feature" whereupon I draw a shitty cartoon that seemed funnier in my head and then make you look at it.
Click to embiggen. Or not, whatever.
This was one of my favorite games as a kid. Now I can play it any time I want!
Sadly, it requires Flash. Controls are:
Tons moar old classics available here. Consider your day wasted.
You're welcome!
Hmm, a blog. Yeah, I guess I have one of those.
So... how 'bout that weather? Some of you folks are still experiencing winter I guess. While here in Beerville a month after Snowpocalypse II, Icelectric Slipperypoo it's finally 65°F, sunny, and the flowers are blooming. For those still suffering with cold, I made you a campfire:
Also, you didn't know you needed THE ELECTRO-PLASMIC HYDROCEPHALIC GENRE-FICTION GENERATOR 2000 but oh yes, you do. Yes. You. Do:
In a post-apocalyptic Antartica, a young flying message courier stumbles across a crazy old man which spurs him into conflict with forces that encourage conformity with the help of a bookish female scholar with mousy brown hair and her reference book, culminating in a philosophical argument punctuated by violence.
Your title is: "The Blackbots."
And:
In an alternate-history Victorian Britain, a young brooding loner stumbles across an encrypted data-feed which spurs him into conflict with humanity's selfish nature with the help of a sarcastic female techno-geek and her discomfort in formal wear, culminating in the invocation of a spell at the last possible moment.
Your title is: "The Neurophages."
I should submit these to Regenery.
