From Jim’s comment on a post a couple days back:
If you ever use the word “blogosphere” again I will come to Toronto and kill you.
I’m sorry. Should I have used “Blog Collective”?
Today in a meeting I said with a complete straight face: “I’ll move that project to the front burner.” And after a nanosecond, where I decided that was a dorky thing to say, I added: “…and will fire up the current paradigms with regards to staying inside the box on this endevour.”
Dearest Jeff.
No, I should be calling you Jim now I guess. I worry about you, buddy! I mean there’s lots of people out there who think you’re a linchpin to some flamboyant house of cards within the White House. And they can’t stop tugging on your personal life!! This whole thing is just becoming bizzare.
If you need a place to stay you can always come to Canada and start a new life as a writer for Stephen Harper. They’ve said they’d welcome gays into their party as long as they eepkay eirthay outhsmay utshay about the whole aygay arriagemay thing. Wink.
Secretly, I hope for you that this whole thing is a subversive advertising ploy for Marc Cherry’s newest prime time soap: Desperate Whitehouse Wives.
Hang in there, Jeff Jim. How much more can they scrape up?
(Link via Hairy Fish Nuts)
Amazing breakdown in the middle. I think every gay man should play this once a day (okay for straight boys who appreciate a bit of camp, too)
Link from Jimbo.info!
From Swollen Uvula:
———- Forwarded message ———-
— Mike H wrote:
> Hey there,
> Love the show, hoping there’s a DVD or some way to
> get the series for
> domestic amusement.
>
> Appreciate any feedback.
>
> -Mike———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Angus Oblong.
Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 18:15:06 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Re: DVD of “The Oblongs.”
To: Mike HThanks! I’m currently working with the WB in the
release of the DVD. They’re doing a special feature on
me, so you’ll finally get to see what I look like! Or
will you?
I’ll let everyone know the release date when it’s
announced.Thanks!
Angus Oblong.>
I am fucking screaming like a Japanese School Girl with the latest cell phone!!! EEEEEE!!!!!
You know the Simpsons episode where Kent Brockman previews a news clip by saying: “A new fad is sweeping the nation: Wasting Food!” and the guy in the video behind him tosses a whole plate of dinner into the garbage? Did you think that was funny? Then may I introduce to you a similar fad slowly growing with its own chapter here in Toronto: FreecycleTO. An email group that can yield some pretty hot booty if you’re fast enough.
I posted two old 7200 PowerPC Macs to the group and had them snagged up faster than I could hit refresh. Literally out of the basement where they were collecting dust for a year, within 5 minutes. No I didn’t expect any money for them. I could have put them to the curb and have them magically dissapear that way but there was the chance they’d be gutted and their remnants litter our street. This way I know they’re going to someone who wants/needs them, without the “garbage-picker!” chants from the kids in the neighborhood.
This gives Bill Gates, Ayn Rand and the Grinch acid reflux, I’m sure. There are under 4500 members in this group (that’s GTA Toronto, there’s a freecycle Cabbagetown too) all offering and asking for stuff at about 50-80 emails on average per day. Check it out.
Dear Jeff Gannon,
Who the hell are you, really? Are you a self-hating homo making money off of porn addicted queers? Or the world’s greatest infiltrator of Republican politics, pretending to be a broadcaster of Republican press releases while earning the trust of conservative Americans so you can one day reveal the lies and outrageousies (?) of right-winged media pundits?
You sir, are an enigma.
Dead Robot.
PS: Call me?
Amazing.
Amazing that Seth McFarlaine sold the idea of American Dad to Fox and Fox didnt even notice he had already done it! I guess he got lucky and didnt have to pitch the story to the same Fox execs that bought Family Guy.
I thought that American Dad wasn’t anything new. The only notable parts were the Paul Lynde alien and one moment when the German fish buried his face into the mother’s cleavage and she completely, nonchalantly pushed it away, like he did that all the time.
The rest was difficult to watch. Like Family Guy without the shocking or funny cutaway fantasy tangents.
I think Seth McFarlane should develop a series based loosely on Mary Tyler Moore but using monkeys:
“Eeee! Eeeeee!! OOO! Ooooh! Oh Mr Grant!!”
Havent had many Shop-it-Amazon links lately in the Referers, thankfully. I think they got the hint.
But now a new threat is showing up. Moniker-com is a site promoting wholesale domain listing that seems to allow link farming. Or at least they seem to have no control over the link farming that their clients seem to be doing like out of control children on Xmas day. Yet Moniker provides mass domain name registration for their clients and assist (for a price) with site promotion. (sarcasm) I wonder how they do it?(/sarcasm)
This whole thing makes me think that they’re buying up Euro-domains so that it looks like the “culprits” are outside the CAN SPAM reach of prosecution. The domain shut down page (crescentarian.net – cut n paste kids, its banned on this blog now) is as poorly written as Kevin Smith’s last movie and doesn’t sound like someone from Pompano Beach, Florida wrote it. (dont fill out the form on that page, I think I smell email trap)
Then again, maybe Pompano Beach, Floridians actually talk like that.
Regardless, its getting annoying. Soon I will be sending an email. You betcha!
I was deep into my Gameboy on the subway north to work when at Bloor, a woman clutching tightly a crumpled Kleenex in one hand and a purse in the other, got on and stood before me in the crowded car. Her tissue, which could have been freshly used, I don’t know, her only barrier between the rough cracked skin around her nails and the germs that live on the poles. Yes, she was that close to see details.
The train lurched forward and she relaxed a bit. ‘A bit’ being enough to lower her carrier bag purse onto my knees. I shifted my knees a little to signal to her that she was using me as a hall table. She didn’t clue in or didn’t care. I stuffed the Katamari Damancy-growing ball of anger of having my personal space invaded by this careless person, down into my throat and shift my knees again so that the straps of her bag tug on her somewhat limp arm. There we go. She moves the bag off my knees and lets it hang.
…and lets it hit my shins at every shift of the train.
With every shin-bump I wonder what went wrong with the TTC. Sharkboy says that Toronto is experiencing growing pains like NYC did back in the 80s and I agree. I take the streetcar every day and I wonder the exact date when drivers stopped suggesting to riders that they exit through the back doors to save everyone time. Then I wonder that if some state in the Good Ol’ US of A can propose a law making teens pull up their pants so their undies aren’t showing, surely Canadians can suggest a law where people take off their backpacks in a crowded transit car. Is this not common sense?
Bump. Bump.
Like the Telltale Heart, the slightest hit digs into my nerves.
And the rest of Canada wonders why Toronto is seen as harsh. Winnipeg Winnie never got a Jaguar napsack whacked across her ass as she tries to get to a seat near the back.
At Eglinton, the car empties out some and I slide my feet out to push her bag away and my boots knock into her shoes. She moves away.
Readers, I apoligise that yammering about public transit is nothing new in the blogosphere, but I needed to get it off my chest or Sharkboy would divorce me for stupid whining. Thanks for being there for me, internet! Rant Over! F.A.B. Father!
I just finished reading Dan Lee’s obituary in the paper. I’m kinda freaked.
Dan was in my class and a roommate for a year while we both went through Sheridan College’s Classical Animation program. When he popped open his portfolio the first week of class and showed us his drawings, we all knew he was going to be snatched up by Disney or some big studio. His style was polished even before going through the course. He was always laughing and had a solid comprehension of comedic timing.
He once drew me balancing a dumbell weight on a delicate finger, while wearing a leatherman’s master cap and a tu tu. Very perceptive, indeed.
I am glad he made it to the top of his game by creating work for Pixar. Its where he belonged.