Monday, March 14, 2011

Yuri and Me, the Party Makers

HALLO!

Welcome to house. I bring you drink. I bring you food. You want, I bring you drugs.

Take and eat! I live in world full with drugs.



I work a power plant? I work technician, wear protective suit. Make the radiations. I clean the radiations. I work with Yuri. Sometime we joke.



I no drive car, car is too big for road in my village. I drive the motorcycle. I wear the helmet to protect my heads. Never can be too safe, so I buy helmet extra good. Very effective.



Yuri come over to house on weekend. We drinking and make merry. Make merry in backyard. Spill beers. Play hide and sausage. Yuri is good friend.



Sometime Yuri leave a underpant my house. I wash and dry and iron to him underpant and save for next time.



I like the sport! Yuri we watch the sport on football. Not American football, yes? Is for girls. We like the real football. Real football you kick the man a head. No wearing special suit! Real mans play the real football.



If you having the bowel unrest, I share with you toilet. Room at end of hall.



Yuri come over tonight, we go bedroom, work on special project. Please no to interrupt, yes? No matter what you are hearing. Thank you, good night.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I Currently Have Nothing to Share

Hello reader. Possibly readers. I'm not sure. I know for certain there is one person who definitely reads this blog, but in case there's more, I don't want to alienate them.

Anyway, I've been really busy lately, and my pool of saved up posts has dwindled. I guess I shouldn't have posted them so quickly, becuase now I have nothing I can quickly post in a pinch. Tomorrow and Firday are going to be weird again, because I won't be at my desk, so I'm working on all the images for the story I'll be writing and sharing tomorrow. As such, I really have nothing for today. As such, I will share some of by "B Material", some crappy t-shirt ideas I came up with years ago. Enjoy, I guess. Better things coming tomorrow.











Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Random Thoughts

If you're sending a letter to the post office, do you really need to include a stamp? It seems like it should be free of charge.




Given the incredibly tasteless fashion choices of young people for the past three or so generations, it really surprises me that it has never been in vogue to have your fly down all the time. I think it's an idea whose time has come, and I will be expectantly staring at the crotches of young people, waiting for the moment when I can say, "I fuckin' called that shit!"




Hell sounds like a pretty bad place, until you realize that heaven is pretty much like going to church forever and ever. By comparison, Hell sounds like a party.




Have you ever been driving in a light rain, and after awhile you realize that you're the only person using their windshield wipers? That always makes me feel like an asshole; like somehow using my wipers when nobody else has to makes me weak and foolish. I think it's possible that I have some unresolved self-esteem issues.




If variety is the spice of life, does that mean that, conversely, life is a variety of spices?




I think it would be cool to be like Kali, with ten arms. Then I could intentionally cruise through red lights, while at the same time giving the finger to other drivers in 45 degree increments.




I really don't understand doctors - pediatric or otherwise - that dress up as clowns in order to put their patients at ease. Does anybody actually like clowns, let alone find them funny? Most people I know either think they're creepy or idiotic. Is the last thing you want to see before you go under the knife really a fucking clown?!? I guess we have Patch Adams to thank for that. Fucking jerk.




Butterface - A woman that has a very desirable body but an unattractive face. "I like everything about that girl but her face."

Butterlegs - A person who has no legs. "That girl has everything but her legs."




Despite the fact that even National Geographic has a website devoted to them, I refuse to acknowledge the existence of Narwals. They're just too much like an old time sea monster to be real. I choose to believe that marine biologists the world over are trolling us with an elaborate web of lies. I'm not even joking, a part of me will never accept that this is a real creature.


Friday, February 11, 2011

Rave Kid & Insultory Fractal

I spent a significant amount of time yesterday making this. I don't know why I made it, but after you've hit the two hour mark for making an animated gif, it's kind of hard to just stop. So I finished it. And because I don't know what else to do with it, I guess I'll share it here.



I'd also like to start a new trend of adding insults to recursive images such as fractals. I don't think anybody has done that before, and I think it's a pretty funny idea, so here's my first one:

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

"Make" Love Happen

I was in my local K-Mart (hey, at least it wasn't Wal-Mart) the other day, picking up some dildo batteries, a jar of Vaseline and a turkey baster, and I was confronted with this:




That's right. MAKE love happen. FORCE IT. Spend the next ten years manipulating that girl/guy you think you're in love with and maybe they'll change their mind and decide they love you, too! It always works on TV!

Also be sure to pick up some candy message hearts - now available by the pound! After all, it's not like they stop being good in six months. At their freshest, candy message hearts taste like stale, sugarless Smarties. Valentines Day is truly the worst of the Candy Holidays. I can't wait until April, when I can justify buying a solid peanut butter egg the size of my fist. You just can't do that any other time of the year without looking like a fatty fat fuck.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Blong

YO, SON!

You mean you ain’t heard about Blong™ yet? Shiiiit. You got bling on yo’ fingers, you got bling ‘round yo’ neck, but you ain’t got bling ‘round yo’ dick, do you? Not until now. Polymatic, Inc. presents Blong™, the only bling for yo’ dong!




Blong™ is 14 karat gold with diamond letters and an adjustable chain, to fit any size dong. It currently comes in several models:

  • Balla
  • Ballin’
  • Big Boy
  • Crunk
  • Hangin’

This shit be affordable, too, yo! Only $49.95 each, three for the low price of $129.95, or all five for the crazy low price of $199.95. Buy yours today, son, because supplies be limited an’ shit.


EDITOR’S NOTE: This may come off as being horribly racist. It’s not. It’s merely an absurdist deconstruction of how – as Lil Wayne here says – the rap industry is completely retarded. But that’s okay, because so is pretty much any cultural niche. The Industrial music scene is retarded, the Country Western scene is retarded, pop music is retarded. Don’t take it personally, just enjoy the bling-bling on yo’ ding-ding, G.

Additionally, I would be a complete asshole if I didn't credit C.B. for the initial concept for this. I spent probably three years trying to figure out how to portray this joke - which started out as a "you had to be there" kind of thing - without expecting people to stare a picture of a dick, and without having the explain the joke overtly.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Accuweather is Run by a Bunch of Jerks

Okay, maybe I'm overreacting, here, but did you guys really have to rub it in like this? Yeah, ok, I get it, it's cold. There's almost an INCH OF FUCKING ICE on the way. I didn't need to see the iced-over graphics on your three day forecast. That's just taking it too far. You guys are just being dicks, lording it over us non-meterologists with your weathery hand of supposed-justice. Why don't you just replace the current ice graphics with pictures of ten car pileups and be done with it?




By the way, I didn't need to be told that today I could expect poor conditions for golfing, but I guess some people do need that explained to them, so I'm going to let it slide. Also, doesn't "RealFeel" sound like a feature on some kind of sex toy, rather than a weather thing? Maybe it's just me.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Cast of The Matrix is Very Sad, and Are Sitting on My Monitor

The following unhappy actors currently grace the upper right corner of my monitor at work:

In case you can't tell, or you aren't up on your Internet memes at the moment, that is Sad Keanu, Sad Laurence Fishburn, and Sad Hugo Weaving (who isn't even really a meme yet, as far as I can tell).



If anybody discovers a Sad Carrie Anne Moss, let me know. I would ask for a Sad Joe Pantoliano, but really, wasn't he kind of sad to begin with?

If you'd like your very own Sad Matrix Buddies (I coined that phrase just now, Internet, don't fucking steal it), you may use the one I have provided below.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Lippio Brand Lip Wax

Are your lips HIDEOUSLY CHAPPED?

Do you have dry, chapped lips? Cracked, bleeding lips? Arid, rugose lips? Rigid, chafing, scaly lips? Do your lips remind you of a dead person’s lips? Do you bleed profusely when you laugh or smile? Have you considered applying a nail file or a strip of Velcro or an emory board to your lips, in hopes of sanding them down to something smoother? Does your face look like God made a mistake?


Even if you only have mildly chapped lips, as shown above, you can benefit from Lippio Brand Lip Wax. Lippio contains SPACE AGE POLYMERS and NANO-FIBERS to seal your lip skin and allow healing.

Do not close mouth for several hours after having used Lippio Brand Lip Wax, or your mouth may seal closed and require major surgery to fix. Lippio Brand Lip Wax forms a permanent bond with skin cells, bone, upholstery, carpet, leather, plastic, metal and some minerals. Do not use near children or pets. Smokers should not use Lippio Brand Lip Wax, as once the product is applied it has a very high potential to burst into flames when exposed to extreme temperatures.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Stinkbugs are the Smelly Retards of the Insecta Class

I wanted to say Insect Kingdom (as I felt that ‘popped’ a little better) but apparently insects fall under the Animalia Kingdom, which goes to show that I didn’t pay enough attention in biology class. That’s pretty bad, considering that during the year I went to college, my goal (and therefore the focus of my major) was to become a biology teacher.

From a purely biological standpoint, I guess being a stinkbug makes quite a bit of sense. If every time you bit into a particular type of food source, it filled your mouth with pervasively sour/bitter oil that lasted for hours and made you think of unhappiness, you wouldn’t eat that food source unless you absolutely had to. I would eat my own fingermeats straight off the bone before I’d eat a stinkbug. According to the Wikipedia article, “The odor from the stinkbug is due to trans-2-decenal and trans-2-Octenal.” Hah! Obviously! I mean, you’d have to be some kind of idiot not to know that the trans-2-decenal and trans-2-Octenal… uh… stuff… is what causes that smell.

“The stinkbug's ability to emit a vile odor through holes in its abdomen is a defense mechanism meant to prevent it from being eaten by birds and lizards. However, simply jostling the bug, cornering it, scaring or injuring it, or attempting to remove it from one's house can ‘set it off’. Squashing it is a surefire way of expelling its noxious odor.”

Do not jostle the stinkbug! Do not corner the stinkbug! Whatever you do, do not startle the stinkbug! Do not do these things, because its automatic reaction to any stressful situation is to effectively shit itself. I know it’s not literally shitting itself, but imagine that you jumped out to scare somebody, and their immediate reflex would be to gush forth with the vilest smelling fluid possible, and stink up everything within a 30 foot radius? If that doesn’t qualify as “shitting oneself” in the literal sense, it certainly does in the figurative sense.

“The brown marmorated stink bug is more likely to invade homes in the fall than others in the family. The brown marmorated stink bug survives the winter as an adult by entering houses and structures when fall evenings start to turn cold. Adults can live for several years[citation needed] and look for buildings to overwinter in that shield them from the elements. They will work their way under siding, into soffits, around window and door frames, under roof shingles and into any crawl space or attic vent which has openings big enough to fit through. Once inside the house they will go into a state of hibernation where they wait for winter to pass, but often the warmth inside the house causes them to become active, especially in winter months, and they will fly clumsily around light fixtures.”

The brown marmorated stinkbug can walk through walls. The brown marmorated stinkbug can shape shift to pass through the most unlikely of passageways. The brown marmorated stinkbug is unique on this planet in that it possesses the ability to randomly teleport into warm human dwellings, or any other place where it is highly unwelcome. Once there, in lays eggs in the motherfucking billions and haunts you forever afterward by randomly falling from the ceiling or running into windows and walls and landing on your desk, onto your keyboard, into your drink, or on – if you happen to be sleeping - your face. The article uses the word “clumsily”, which I feel is a bit of an understatement. I am clumsy. If you throw a set of keys at me, there’s a good chance I will fail to catch them. If there are people looking that I for some reason wish to impress, this is an utter certainty. If they are attractive and female, there is a solid probability that my having missed them will cause something to break, or someone to get injured – usually me.

But as clumsy as I may be, my sole means of locomotion does not consist of moving resolutely toward the nearest wall, slamming into it, falling down, and then hanging out wherever I happened to land as though that had been my goal in the first place. Stinkbugs have to be the most graceless, awkward things in the universe. Sure, a moth would head butt a light fixture until the fucking Rapture if its lifespan allowed it to do so, but somehow it manages to do so with grace; given the serious head trauma it must surely be inflicting upon itself, I’d say that’s fairly impressive. Flies can see a millisecond into the future and dodge just about any attack you can launch upon them, except that for some reason, they seem to have a weakness to plastic grids the size of a piece of sandwich bread attached to a bent coat hanger. Maybe they think it is a sandwich, I don’t know. But stinkbugs will happily ram into whatever happens to be in front of them. It’s not often that I feel embarrassed for another species, but stinkbugs are a special case.

I love the scholarly way in which Wikipedia passionately details the methods employed in stinkbug murder:

“There are many methods for removing the stink bug from a house without causing it to release its odor. The quickest way is to allow it to walk onto something like a newspaper and then simply take it outside, although the bug may simply find its way back inside again, and they can live for years. Another option is to gently collect it using a piece of tissue and flush it. An electric flyswatter quickly stuns them and kills them after a few seconds without squashing them, but it can still cause them to emit the foul smell, although not as often as a normal squashing. Dropping them into a jar with an inch of soapy water with a high enough concentration will dissolve the exoskeleton, and once enough are collected they can then be flushed down the toilet on occasion. A hand-held device called the BugZooka will capture live bugs by way of a sucking force, without killing them, and thus won't cause a stink. Vacuum cleaners have also been used, although this can stink up the vacuum cleaner.”

Basically, you can be as gentle and pacifistic as a Buddhist monk, or you can dissolve the poor things alive like a goddamn Batman villain, but there’s very little you can do to avoid stinking up your environment aside from either ignoring them or investing in specialized technology. Talk about a survival strategy. Here is an insect so fundamentally loathsome that one’s immediate instinct is to kill it on sight, but which is so unpleasant to kill that one will actually avoid doing so because of the smell involved. I had thought these creatures were practically free of predation, but of course, in the insect/arachnid world, there is always something grosser:

“Several species of the Parasitoid wasp have been found to attack stink bugs. Spiders and Praying mantises are also known to feed on stink bugs.”

All this proves to me is that wasps, spiders and praying mantises are freaky as fuck, and I would never accept a dinner invitation from one, even if it was hand printed on really expensive paper. Besides, I wouldn’t know what to bring as a gift. A bunch of fly carcasses, I guess.