I just found this via Stumble.
 The Hotel. Its a bit like “The Kingdom” and certainly is random. If you’re alone on a Friday night, this will take your mind off things a while…
The Rules
Please, no flooding. Comment, spam, denial of service, etc. I don’t have the time.
No mean. You want mean, go to some right-winged, left-winged political blog.
Around here, funny works as does darker humour (for me, at least). Smart works too. I encourage you to be creative. I encourage submissions. Think of this blog as a community thing you can contribute to for free. Whatever that means.
For the most part, these are my opinions and views. If you disagree with them, I encourage you to convince me I’m wrong. Again, however, mean doesn’t go far with me. And if you’re really mean…
If you comment, your IP is logged (like any blog, really). This is for spam protection. I will not use this against you unless you break one of these rules.
Digging Around The Server
I’m cleaning house and I’ve come across some pics not in the gallery, and thought I’d share them with you:
I dont know what this was for…
I remember I had this one on my first blog. Always made me laugh.
Lordy I was skinny! Lordyx2 Andrew had a lot of stuff.
I have no idea…
One For Rick Mercer
Opening shot of a group of employees standing around a water cooler. One employee is finishing up telling a joke as their Boss enters.
Employee #1: …and I said ‘That’s my shoe!’
All: boisterous laughter
Boss: (stern) Don’t you all have some place to be?
All: (overlapping) “No.” “Not really” “I’m good.” etc.
Boss: Great! So this nun with huge knockers, a lot like yours there, Julie, goes into this Asian massage parlor and asks for a Lithuanian Steamer…
Headshots of uncomfortable employees as the Boss continues his joke. Fade out.
Voice over: A great boss makes all the difference. An inappropriate one is inevitable.
(Monster.ca logo)
Mother… Puss… BUCKET!!!
Man. O. Man. I am not having any luck with anything digital or computery or databasey.
Please stand by.
I’m Not Ignoring You
Seems some hiccup in the works yesterday shot my account twenty days into the future. While I can make posts, I can’t answer your comments. I’ll see if Shelly can take over my commenting duties.
Dance? How Fast?
Even more video for you today, dear readers!
Jim Monroe, writer of one of my favorite Sci Fi books, Angry Young Spaceman, has created a trailer mix of Million Dollar Baby and Dance Dance Revolution. Go see Million Dollar Gamer! Cute!
You should check out the rest of his site. It’s dense with good things to read.
Is this guy gay?
So many blips on the gaydar when I watch this video of a bodybuilder self-loving himself on Youtube (worksafe).
The music? The backgrounds? The sudden appearance of ubermasculine facial hair halfway through it?
No. The biggest blip is the bunny.
Sharkboy Jr.
Please welcome into our non-typical family: Mankyfish!
That’s right, Sharkboy and I are now freakishly proud parents of a tetra fighting fish with the rattiest tail ever.
I feed, Sharkboy cleans and we have full on rights to Maternity Parking at Canadian Tire.
Going for Gold, Digging Deep
TTC, Yonge and Bloor Station, 9am. People everywhere. Busy. But the goof in the booth doesn’t have a line up which is surprising for a Monday morning and I step forward to purchase a weekly pass. I look into the glass booth to see my ticket collector with his finger wedged up his nose. This was no Seinfeldian “scratch”, no this was an unmistaken, prolonged dig into his nasal cavity with his pinky. How refined.
I am sure my face flashed utter disgust. “Uh. Can I get a weekly pass…?” I ask. His tool hand reaches over and grabs a stack of cards. My eyes are fixed at his pinky as my stomach flips. His pinky never touched the cards but I still burped out “Could you… uh… wipe your hand first?”
Apparently I’ve just asked him to do some insurmountable task because his face flashes pure annoyance. I’m tempted to spit on his protective glass and say we’re even.
This is the new TTC, people! They have to protect their image!