Whatever IV

Is food the new sex?

…there were few things more insane than a video of Elijah Wood doing the Puppetmaster to Numa Numa on Yo Gabba Gabba:

But there’s at least one.

One of my Dilbert favs.

Good grief. This one is like a cross between the next two. What were they thinking?

Good grief. “Just imagine what he’d do as your governor.” I guess he’d “bring some passion back to Albany.” Toth to Hotline.

From underwater, porpoises can accurately perceive things above the water’s surface, however much optical distortion the waves introduce. Apparently their brains are wired up to decrypt the mess and get it right.

They can leap into heaven and grab rings held high over the chaotic surface of their immersed reality.

Whether such prophets’ accounts of the world above are scrutable to the less gifted critters of the deep, I couldn’t say.

The default background for this page is one of many created by Blatte; they are freely accessible here. The artist allows for liberal use of the images, provided they remain unmodified (which is why the load time is a bit longer than you’d think for this simple blog).

Scores of beautiful images are available in many screen resolutions; they make excellent desktop wallpaper.

Bob was a research scatologist with the museum until he went bonkers. One night after his forced retirement he broke into the facility. The next morning, his former coworkers noticed that one of several carts full of dung samples was missing. Guessing what had happened, they also knew why the other carts weren’t taken: one turd gurney serves a nutter.

(I’m afraid I have to take full blame for that one)

There must be very few companies using the VOIP system we have, because a Google search for “who the hell composed this hold music” yields no hits. Unbelievable what we’ve been subjecting our callers to. We’ll have to address that post-haste.

Listen to the whole thing (read: abandon hope all ye who enter here).