Talk Like a Pirate Day
September 19th is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Only a month left to practice your patois!
September 19th is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Only a month left to practice your patois!
I certainly am. Who the hell are you?
The most popular black farmer in Zimbabwe? Goodness. You must be very proud.
Ah, would that be from the List O’ Suckers that Once Might Have Clicked on a Link in a Piece of Spam™?
Isn’t that in South Africa? Is that anywhere near Zimbabwe? Does […]
I saw the cover of the latest issue of wired, and had to pick it up. Turns out there’s a very interesting article on the emergence of synthetic diamonds— that is, diamonds that are grown in a lab, but are physically and chemically indistinguishable from diamonds that are mined. This is not your father’s cubic […]
While perusing a site about the Illegal Art exhibition (think a Mickey Mouse gas mask, an alphabet made from corporate logo letters, and a “Corporate Whore” parody of the Starbucks logo), I discovered one of the contributing artists, Threadgill, who creates some incredible artwork… very clean and clever, and reminds me in a way of another of my favorite artists, Shag.
Some amusing things of note on Threadgills pages; The Atlas Monsters in Creamy Goodness, Buzz Aldrin’s Conspiracy Smackdown and My Dictatorship. But, by all means, please visit the entire site.
Just posted a gallery of photos [Offline —Ed. 2015-08-22] from our trip to the Packard museum this weekend, as part of our family trip to Ohio.
The Octodog Frankfurter Convertor
“The fun, simple and safer way to turn ordinary hot dogs into exciting to cook and super fun to eat… OCTODOGS!”
[Thanks to SimpleBits for the link.]
Well, looks like I’ve got a buyer for the Saturn (our friendly neighborhood Airborne Express-Man). He and his brother (who is, apparently, a Honda mechanic) hame by this afternoon, looked it over, took it for a spin around the parking lot, and said they’d be back for it tomorrow afternoon. And, now that I’ve spent the remainder of the day searching for (and finding!) the title for the little beast, looks like everything’s a go.
What will I be driving now, you ask? Well, I’m finally taking over the car I “inherited” from my great uncle late last year: a 1999 Subaru Legacy Outback. This one’s an automatic (the Saturn was a 5-speed manual), so even my wife can drive it! Huzzah!