Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Starshipshape
Monday, March 30, 2009
Empty NES
"This is a Joystick Test Cartridge for the Nintendo Entertainment System. These carts were given to game stores to test their Nintendo Entertainment Systems and were suppose to be returned to the company that provided the carts. These are very hard to find since they were never sold on the market. Any NES Collector could appreciate the value of such an item. There is wear on the label as can be seen in the picture."Here's a tip, eBayers: just because something is "very hard to find", doesn't mean it's worth $1,050. Just ask Dubya's dignity.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Mayer Of Simpleton
Lookee! Here's John Mayer hosting a cruise on "The Mayercraft Carrier"!
Ummmmm, there really isn't much I can say that this pic isn't already communicating - so time for a nap! Thanks, John Mayer!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Fun Facts-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
For decades, the title of “tallest building in the world” switched hands almost 10 times, all the while remaining in Manhattan, before settling on the Empire State Building, which retained the title for decades to come. It was finally overtaken by One World Trade Center in 1970.
New York City has 722 miles of subway track.
The "New York Post" established in 1803 by Alexander Hamilton is the oldest running newspaper in the United States.
The first capital of the United States was New York City. In 1789 George Washington took his oath as president on the balcony at Federal Hall.
In November for Boy Scouts and in March for Girl Scouts the annual Urban Camp-Outs are hosted at the Empire State Building.
The Catskills are the home of the legend of Rip Van Winkle, brown trout and flycasting.
The first presentation of 3D films before a paying audience took place at Manhattan's Astor Theater on June 10, 1915.
Joseph C. Gayetty of New York City invented toilet paper in 1857.
The first public brewery in America was established by Peter Minuit at the Market (Marckvelt) field in lower Manhattan.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Baaaaaaah? Not Humbug!
Or maybe there's no understanding it. Didn't mean to get your hopes up there, chief.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I Never Should Have Doubted You, Nic Cage!
Apparently a watchmaker who was repairing President Lincoln's watch on the day gunfire broke out at Fort Sumter, SC (sparking the civil war, for those of you who don't get the History Channel), secretly immortalized the day by engraving a note inside Lincoln's pocketwatch.
"The engraving, by watchmaker Jonathan Dillon, is dated April 13, 1861,
and reads in part: "Fort Sumpter was attacked by the rebels" and "thank God we
have a government."
"Forty-five years later, Dillon the watchmaker told The New York Times
that he was repairing Lincoln's watch when he heard that the first shots of the
Civil War had been fired.
"Dillon said he unscrewed the dial of the watch and used a sharp
instrument to mark the historic day on the president's watch. He told the
newspaper that, as far as he knew, no one had ever seen the
inscription."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
With A Deck of 51
Monday, March 16, 2009
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, WOW!
Now Marvel is hosting subtitled, streaming feeds of JAPANESE SPIDER-MAN on its website!
These'll get you started:
Sunday, March 15, 2009
No Room On The Short Bus
This is a service I appreciate, of course. Thank you, county taxpayers! Huzzah!
So, yesterday afternoon, I was alone on the shuttle with four mentally-retarded adults. Okay, three mentally-retarded* adults, and one mentally-retarded teenager-bordering-on-adult**. Embrace the hyphens; buckle up, it's gonna' be a bumpy ride.
The group was completely silent when I boarded. You'd think that wouldn't make an impression, but I've grown so used to over-hearing strangers yammering on their cell phones that this utter silence was kinda' startling. The other thing worth mentioning? Though I came to learn they were together, there was no indication of that at first. They sat as far apart as the tiny shuttle allowed. No two shared a seat or even a row. I did manage to find my own seat, though. I sat down and stared at anything but them... pretty much standard commuting behavior.
The shuttle rounded the corner; passed the "Jeff Garcia Memorial Jack-in-the-Box", when the man (in a dirty Giants cap and wearing one glove) blurted out "He's in a coma, you know."
Woman: Who? Jack? You see him?
Man: You know I mean Jack. He's in a coma, you know. No, I don't... I can't... well, on TV.
Girl: Jack? Still?
Man: You know... yeah. Jack. Still?
Woman: You still mean Jack?
Girl: Still on TV?
Man: Well, yeah, he's -- hey, tacos!
Girl: Tacos? But Jack's--
Woman: I like jacks. Don't have any. Not now, anyway.
Girl: Jack's in a coma? But what about--
Man: That guy says he'll run things, but you know he can't do it, I mean--
Girl: The food?
Woman: The tacos are good, right?
Man: He can't--
Girl: Jack?
Man: No, Jack can, but he can't--
Woman: He? That's not nice, saying that about Jack. He's hurt.
Man: That man... he says Jack is dead, but he's not dead--
Girl: Well, he's talking...
Man: No, Jack--
Girl: The man is talking.
Driver: Excuse me...
Woman: Jack talks--tacos!
Man: No, tacos--Jack says--
Girl: The food is real good!
Woman: But Jack--
Man: I heard he was in a coma.
Driver: Was that your stop?
Now, here's the thing: I've spent a lot of hours in a lot of meetings, and for the life of me, I can't tell the difference between their discussion today on the shuttle, and most of our discussions in those conference rooms only slightly less cramped and unpleasant... but at least they were much less mobile.
And I'm not even sure our meetings were any more productive. At least I got the feeling on the shuttle that these four would be enjoying tacos before too long.
*Before you email me, it's a clinical term. Dust off your DSM and read for yourself.
**And I know that it's classified as "mental retardation" if the onset is before 18 years, and "dementia" if the onset is at 18+. Let's just assume a pre-18 diagnosis for the shuttle-load, shall we?
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Slow Down, Why Dontcha'?
The Watchmen opening credits sequence -notable for its innovative use of the same 3d-text-in-the-environment style as Fringe, Panic Room, the Pandorum trailer, and that one car commercial where the car keeps bumping into its reviews- is online at the Dave and Thomas blog. I have to say, the sequence does a great job setting up the film's basic premise of being set in a world of slow motion.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
There's A Monster Near My Pants
It was created to make dorks feel safe even though in a real-life situation they'd either forget they were wearing the thing or stab themselves trying to get it out. Also, they look suspiciously like aluminum-foil wrapped cardboard... which science tells us may serve no useful purpose whatsoever.
The belt with 24" and 27" swords costs $150. $210 if you want five swords (24", 27", 29", 31", and 33"). Wanna' see it in action? Or, do you want to see a topless girl? Good news! Click here for both!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Oedipal Wrecks
Because she has the parenting skills of a wounded wombat, Britney issued an official statement on her blog making it clear her children are watching her perform despite reports that Kevin -best dad ever!- Federline wanted them kept away from the shows:
"Contrary to rumors linked to false articles, Britney Spears' sons, Sean Preston and Jayden James, will be joining her on the entire Circus tour and will be attending shows as planned. Britney's family is a huge inspiration and she loves having them on the road with her."
And that's how you turn your kids into serial killers. The End.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Saturday, March 07, 2009
And All That Jazz
(Oh, and yes, I consider Fargo a horror film. What? You weren't horrified when they were forced to get that clearcoat?)
Friday, March 06, 2009
This is What Happens....
Do you see what happens, Larry? This is what happens, Larry!
PS: Stay out of the Alps, Larry. Seriously, man.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Shine All The Buttons On Your Red Shirt
Created by Genki Wear, there will be three different scents to choose from:
Tiberius
The Tiberius cologne, named in honor of the Mirror Universe James T. Kirk's challenges users to "Boldly Go" with a perfume described as being spiked with "notes of freshness and sensuality.
Red Shirt
Genki's "Red Shirt" cologne (whose tag line "Because Tomorrow May Never Come" is priceless) celebrates the sacrifices of those often nameless crew of the USS Enterprise. Described appropriately as a cologne for those with a "devotion to living each day as it could be your last" the cologne has top notes of green mandarin, bergamot, and lavender, with base notes of leather and grey musk.Pon Farr
The most risqué titled of the new Star Trek fragrances is "Ponn Farr" which is a perfume designed to "drive him wild." It should only be used once every seven years (okay, that isn't true). Named for the Vulcan mating ritual first introduced in the episode "Amok Time," this perfume is one of the newly designed products meant to appeal to female fans.
I'm not crazy about any of them. No, I think I'll be saving my fragrance dollar for Eau de KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Who's That Guy Who Swallowed K-Fed?
Per an arrangement with Britney Spears, Kevin Federline is being paid an extra five grand a week to watch the kids and being provided with a free rental house in whatever town she's set up base while on tour. So how does TMZ report he spent yesterday? Gambling at Harrahs Casino.
Father of the year, folks.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Public Enemies, Private Parts
Why not just an arrow pointing at his crotch, with the caption "I'm with stupid"?
Monday, March 02, 2009
No Wonder You Wear Them At Night
Sunday, March 01, 2009
The Rainbow Connection
Are the leprechauns in the back of that SUV? By now they have to have designated a driver, don't you think? Drunken little bastards.