Monthly Archives: October 2004

Happy Halloween!

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And GRR!!! And here’s hoping the 50 kids who’ve stopped by so far have enjoyed the hackey sacks and the skeletal paratroopers we’ve been handing out…

Good vs. Bad

Frog Island beer – Good. Very good. We got a six pack of one of their ales from Whole Foods last night and it was very tasty.

Elliot Ness Ale – Bad. Of course, you should probably expect that from a beer named after someone who was famous for keeping people from drinking.

DayQuil – Good. Right now it’s what’s keeping me from having to breathe through my mouth. Yesterday’s minor throat-tickle has morphed into a full-blown cold.
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A Tale for the Haloween Season

In the style of the inimitable HP Lovecraft, “The Great Old Pumpkin” By John Aegard.

More 419 madness…

It’s kind of strange. Pretty much the only consistant spam has been the Nigerian 419 scam letter. The other types of spam I’ve been receiving have been changing over time. It used to be advertisements for various love-life enhancing supplements. Then there was a flood of mortgage and refinancing ads. Now I’m mostly getting ads for tobacco products. I guess it’s a stage of life kind of thing: first they want you to party, then settle down, then kill yourself off…
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Romance is dead. The cats killed it.

I very nearly played a spirited game of “Punt-a-Cat” on Friday night.

Ok. So here’s the scenario. My Wife was feeling a little tired, so she decided to take a little nap after work. “Wake me around 9” she said.

So I went to geek out a bit (short version: neither of the house PC’s will run Windows XP), then decided to head into the bedroom with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I snuck around all quiet like, stocking feet and all, down to the cellar and back. I opened the bottle in complete silence, crept down the hall, avoiding all squeeky floorboards.

And then, in the bedroom doorway, I stepped in cat puke.
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The Frogurt is Also Cursed

We’ve got a box of rubber bands that’s been part of our office since before the last time we moved. It’s an ordinary, rather tattered actually, cardboard box with a little rip-out lid so that you can grab a single rubber band out of the morass inside. It’s a sort of zen calming device. You have to relax and work gently to remove a rubber band from the box. If you’re in too much of a hurry and try to just grab one rubber band and yank it out it’ll get tangled up with its neighbors and you’ll wind up with a huge clot of rubber bands springing out and showering all over the office floor.
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Mini Earth Elemental

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Everybody wants one of these guys to wrap a piece of string around…

Spine in a bottle

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Just a quick image to share with y’all. I have no idea what’s going on here. It’s a line drawing from a sketch that a doc dropped off. It looks like a bobble headed bottle bodied person with a strange spinal condition. Personally, I think it’d make more sense if the neck was more bent in part ‘A’ and less bent in part ‘B’, but I’m not the one with the expensive letters after my name…

More political humor

This one is from William Gibson:
President Bush goes to an elementary school to talk about the war.
After his talk, he offers to answer questions. One little boy puts up his hand and the president asks him his name.
“I’m Billy, sir.”
“And what’s your question, Billy?”
“I have three questions, sir. Why did the US invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?”
Just then the bell rings for recess. Bush announces that they’ll continue after recess.
When they return, Bush asks, “OK, where were we? Question time! Who has a question?”
Another little boy raises his hand. The president asks his name.
“I’m Steve, sir.”
“And what’s your question, Steve?”
“I have five questions, sir. Why did the US invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? Why did the recess bell go off twenty minutes early? And what the heck happened to Billy?”

Turn of the Century Cane-Fu

The extended entry has a nifty image from an online reprint of a self-defense article out of Pearson?s Magazine, 11 (February 1901), 195-204. No real point to this post, apart from noting that I love the way that even the loutish assailant is properly dressed in a top coat and straw hat.
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