Michael said knock you out!
Hooo-hoooo! Heeee-heee! The King of Pop and Macauly Boybods engaged in a bout of heated pugilust, all a la Mike Tyson’s Punch Out (note: contains only fighting and no actual lust)
Thanks Big Jon
Forums are up- under LINKS OF DOOM
I guess this is for all those you who Q has missed- For those of you who know us. (and perhaps even those who don’t) the forum’s been setup (scroll down to links of doom). just a heads up if y’all wanna register and know the haps and or just kill time at works. Dont be mad if i reject you - it is a private forum…
Well sorry i’ve been awol for a bit. too much sh!te todo gaddmit. :( Ran and Panties have been posting regularly so thanks for keepin this place alive you two…
Omni-zero robots GOOOO! /pose so hard it HURTS.
holy crap that has to be the spazziest automaton i’ve ever seen… the lil dynamo jumps around then POSES savagely as only a japanese robot can do. put me down for 2 please. btw who loves that schnazzy 90’s jungle-ey synth it poses to!? /raises hand (can we call that robo pron?)
Dude, Sexy Koreans Are So In Right Now
“Am I not the sex?”
Daniel Dae Kim is being called a sex symbol.
A male Asian sex symbol.
I hope this doesn’t come off wrong, but I never thought there would ever be one toted in the media in my life time. I’m pretty sure this won’t last, though, as his current status probably hinges on his character off of ‘Lost.’ Doesn’t matter to me! I’d hump.
“Scrambled? HACKz! ” The RIAA Incensing KARAOKE machine.
i know its long but that michael jackson clip is spooky. overall an amazing concept- basically an audio scrambler that uses your voice or any other sound input - then matches it up to MC HAMMER! (or whoever) then re configures it using the “closest sample”… the raddest sampler of all time- where else are you gonna see C&C music factory mashed with kurt cobain!!! plus the creator is euro creepy. SCORE! his site is here.
Michelle Malkin
From Wikipedia:
“Critics have also referred to her as “an Asian Ann Coulter,” to which Malkin has responded “I’m not Asian, I’m American, for goodness sake…”
Well, honey, you’re definitely not white. In the current dichotomy pointed out there, the fact remains - you’ll probably never be part that club.
Misguided? Or Myopic thinker?
Your choice.
There is an expression on my face right now that cannot be recorded by words.
Happy 3 year anniversary, Iraq War!
Well Iraq War - it’s been a rocky road of a 3 years, so I thought that for our anniversary, maybe we should get over the hostility and have a nice candlelit dinner together - you know, just to talk. We don’t really get to do that so much nowadays.
Just so you know, though - before we kick the romance into high gear and I start (am forced into) going into a litany on how great you are again, I think I should get a few things off my chest. You never seem to listen to me on any other day, so tonight, I think you owe me that much.
First off: YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! Seriously. Not only do I seem to walk away from every conversation with the short end of the stick, but you tend to have this way of trying to be as inconspicuous as possible when I’m tied up with something else. MY theory is that you’re trying to avoid questions, which you certainly seem to not like very much even when they’re something inane like, “so whatcha up to today?” and “do you really think those black sacks will make the best party hats for that thing you’re throwing?” (on that note, you haven’t been too great at taking some constructive criticism every now and then either).
Secondly, I’ve noticed of recently that I’m desperately broke, so much so that I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t even give me a band-aid at an emergency room and that my kids are going to grow up to be illiterate hobos. I’m pretty sure that’s because of you. I seem to be spending allot to keep you happy . . .
And I know it’s kinda old, but I’m sorry about the whole not-being-able-to-find-you-any-WMD thing, because I know how badly you wanted to be seen in public with those. But don’t worry, it’s not trinkets that validate your existence; it’s the willingness of people go along with the idea that you’re “worthwhile”, which -I’m sorry, I know as your lover, it’s my duty to be supportive and all, so I shouldn’t be saying this, but it’s really how I feel- I think is a charade.
If anything, I’m thinking that I should start listening to all my friends who are telling me that I’m totally whipped over you and need to pull out. Though seeing how your crazy friends seem to have so much more say in the matter than my friends, my own experiences, or common sense for that matter, I have the feeling we’re going to stay the course for allot longer than anyone had ever hoped for.
In the end, though, I guess the one thing I like about you is that as much as I’ve been a whiny complaing jerk to you all evening, you will continue to fuck me, and probably do so till the end of your days. So salud and cheers to you Iraq War! I hope you appreciate how hopelesly in debt I am because of you and how much more my friends and enemies alike want to kick my ass on your account.
Man, you really are a bitch . . .
Guns that feel good on the giving end (receiving end still feels not-so-good)
Rejoice! One day, there may be more pleasure to be had from guns beyond the thrill of shooting men in Reno just to watch them die.
What could possibly be better than that, you ask? Well, maybe nothing, but if anyone is tinkering with the idea, I’m guessing it’d be the pioneers of the fledgling discipline, hedonomics. Hedonomicists aim to go beyond the goals of ergonomics for creating safe and functional interfaces, and strive to create ones that are actually pleasurable to the user. Here’s a blog linked to some other interesting articles on the subject.
Cool idea, but if my tech interfaces had designs that actually reinforced their own use, would it be liberation from a fate of carpal tunnel and snarky afternoon comments, or some new form of masturbatory office crack? Would I be distracted from the normal pleasure I otherwise would have gotten from that night of morbidly deranged curiosity in Reno? The questions ensue . . . *cue Twilight Zone theme*
YEW IT DI KLRAB!
ssssst - HOY! You like lolas with crabs? Of course you do! Otherwise you wouldn’t like this movie, and seeing as how you’re having a wonderful time watching it, our powerful logical skills have allowed us to conclude that YOU are a crab (with powerful pinchers!)
