September 30, 2003

I'm burnin' for you

Get on over to Wizbang for the Bonfire Of The Vanities - Lucky Week 13 Salebration!

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September 29, 2003

The G Roundup

Got a bunch of nifty stuff from G this morning.

The Dyson Telescope Game. Very cool puzzle game.

Homemade Mortar. I must have one of these. If for no other reason than it would let me briefly take my bowling ball out of retirement.

The Ergonomic Keyboard for Pirates. Damn. Wish I'd seen this before Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arrrr!

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September 25, 2003

Truth in advertising, Part 2

You remember the Banner Adds We'd Like to See? Well G just passed me some billboards we'd like to see. They're over at Dribbleglass. There are way too many to give you a fair sampling but here are a couple of my favorites:

No Ilyka, I do not have a fixation on poop.

Sorry, Lovely Wife. You weren't supposed to find out this way.

...and serving alcohol to 18 year olds. Thank God.

This one's for the Instapundit!

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New Weblog Showcase Votes

My votes for this week's Showcase are Animal Cruelty..Update at Tom's Nap Room and Good Advice at Random Fate. Don't forget to vote and support new bloggers!

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September 22, 2003

"K" is for...nuts

The letter of the day is "K"? Come on, Kate. "K"? That's way too hard. No letters that are worth more than 3 points in Scrabble!

Okay, besides the obvious one: Kate, Venomous, Queen of Memes.

How about Ku Klux Klan? Kan't believe this krap still goes on.

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Congrats to Ilyka!

If I had to lose at least it was to a woman who appreciates my poop posts. Ilyka has won the New Weblog Showcase that ended yesterday. Next step, Instalanche!

A new contest has opened and there are already a few entries. Go look. Vote by linking to an entry on your own blog. I'm reading 'em but will wait to vote until Thursday or Friday.

It's wierd. I think this is the first week since I've been blogging that I'm not in the contest. The end of an era.

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"O" is for Orgasm

The Letter of the Day is was "O".

"O" is for Orgasm. H had 5 over the weekend. How much do tickets to Sweden cost?

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September 19, 2003

What the hey?

What is going on here? 4 votes. 4 votes?

8,000+ visits this week and only 4 people voted for my entry in the New Weblog Showcase? Come on people! I know it has become a sort of tradition for me to enter the Showcase but the last two entries were allowed only because of technicalities. Unless NZ Bear lets everybody back in again because of Isabel interference or something like that this is my very last shot at the coveted trophy.

Don't make me beg. You wouldn't like me when I beg.

Okay, I'm begging. Please, oh please! Please put a link to my entry on your site.

Still no? Well you should just think about something. I know things, you know. Things that could make things rather unpleasant for you. A wise person would probably put a link to my entry on their weblog.

I didn't mean it! It's the pressure. It's just getting to me.

So what will it take then? Money? How much? Does $5 a link sound fair? Okay, it's a deal. Go forth and link me.

Ah, who am I kidding. You know I'm a cheap bastard and would never pay up. How about this, then. You link my entry and I will personally drink a beer in your honor at the barbeque tomorrow. That's fair, isn't it? You get a real world effect for just making a post on your blog. That's a something for nothing deal there, that is. I'll throw in a bonus, too. If I get lots of links that means I'll be lots of drunk. If I win the contest I'll get G to guestblog any stupid stuff that I do.

And go ahead and vote for any of the other contestants at the Showcase. Just don't vote for anybody with more votes than me.

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Avast me hearties and me beauties!

T'day be Talk Like a Pirate day. I'll be hearin' none o' that lubber speak from ye now. Speak right 'n proper or ye'll be walkin' the plank wi' the rest o' the bilge rats. Do me proud and ye'll be suppin' wi' Captain Smilin' Jim hisself.

In honor o' the day I be presentin' to ye some fine harassment ye can use on the wenches ye see this fine day.

  • Ye're a pirate's dream, me beauty. Ye come wi' your own sunken chest!

  • Lemme clear the main sail and show ye me mast.

  • Let's play nor'easter. I've got th' main mast, ye can blow on it 'til it falls.

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September 18, 2003

Never underestimate the power of poop

"Upper Decker": (American slang); 1. in the game of baseball, a home run hit into the upper deck of a stadium; any baseball hit into a spectator deck that is elevated above field level. 2. any spectator at a stadium event sitting in the upper deck 3. the practice of defecating in the tank of a toilet rather than the proper receptacle bowl, causing a prolonged offending odor from the unseen excreta.

Confession of an Upper Decker

The day of reckoning arrived without my having decided on whether or not to follow through with it. After consuming a fine breakfast, I drove to the car rental office to return my car before my return flight home. As I came closer to where I was to leave my car, I felt a sense of adventure mount simultaneously with my offending product fermenting and solidifying in my bowels. I felt that fate was giving me a signal, that I was destined to take this important step, to prove I had the nerve and the physical capacity to take this nonviolent direct action. I mentally prepared to start a new nationwide movement (pun intended).

One question: When performing an upper decker you can't flush. What do you do with the toilet paper?

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Celebrity Viruses

>From Tex Texin (Progress Email Group), supplied by G:

One of the things I find surprising, is that in all of the virus mail I have gotten, (at the rate of 10-20 or more per hour now), none of the senders appeared to be a celebrity. Now, I know that is an odd thing to look for, but there ya go.

You would think, since there is no more than 6 degrees of separation between each of us and Kevin Bacon that a virus trolling thru one after another address book, would eventually find kevin bacon, or pam anderson and send me a virus mail using their address as sender.

Now if I actually got one, I don't know yet what I would do with it, but if it was Pam's (or Jolene's!) I might be inclined to write and suggest I can help her with her virus problems and offer to go visit. Kevin's I would probably chuck. ;-)

But I wonder what it means that we don't have any celebrity virus mail. Are there more than 6 degrees of separation? Do they have better virus protection in Hollywood than the rest of us? Maybe they don't use e-mail at all? Maybe they use pseudonyms or their original names to hide their identity. Like Tony Curtis using Bernie Schwartz. So perhaps I have gotten virus mail from Madonna, but didn't realize that Louise Veronica Ciccone was her. It's possible that if I got one from Jacko@neverneverland.com, I wouldn't believe it really was from the gloved one.

Well pseudonyms are plausible as an excuse for the biggest celebrities, but I suspect there are large numbers of celebrities (sports, authors, etc.) that wouldn't use a pseudonym. I can't see Johnny Cochrane for example, hiding his identity. Probably a virus from him would rhyme:

We like our mails to have some charm,
but sometimes they contain a virus,
so if in fact this mail does harm,
let's sue the hacker, please hire us.

How come I don't see viruses coming ostensibly from politicians or well-known government officials or at least their offices? They send out enough mail...

Instead people get viruses from weird names like i18nguy, and bluedscrewedandtattooed31. Something is funny here, but I can not yet put my finger on it. Maybe there is a first class network,and we are all riding (or writing) coach...

Viruses would be more tolerable if they were coming from celebrities. I would love to get a mail from Gore Vidal, or Buzz Aldrin. Heck, if I got one, I might even forward it to friends to show them! ;-)

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September 17, 2003

I'm dying! Freaking dying!

Ilyka's got the dirt on America haters. I'm cracking up so bad I can't even think up a suitable comment. I'll have to fall back and punt with Rachel's ball:

Funniest. Post. Ever.

We can be like every Brit I've ever met in this country and just say, to hell with it, this is how I am. Brits don't blend in for anybody. You meet one, you ask what part of the UK they're from, and they stiffen up like you just jammed a poker up their asses. Excuse me--another poker, in addition to the one they've already stashed up there themselves. Too personal a question. Well, fuck you, buddy, you're in my country now, and believe me, "What part of the country are you from" does not even begin to rate on our Personal Question-o-Meter over here. "How did your teeth get all fucked up like that," now that some of us might consider a fairly personal question. It depends how much we've had to drink, how fascinatingly awful your teeth are, and whether we're seated upwind or down from your malodorous breath.

Read the whole thing.

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Carnival of the Vanities Comes Home

This week's Carnival is back where it all started at Silflay Hraka. Bigwig posted excerpts with the links which makes sampling oh so much easier.

As a side note, Snooze Button Dreams will be the Carnival host on January 14th, just before my 6th blogmoniversary. If you'd like to host the Carnival just send an email to Bigwig.

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September 15, 2003

"B" is for Bystander

The Letter of the Day is "B".

"B" is for Bystander, like the people who watched as Anna Lindh was chased up an escalator and stabbed to death.

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3 Times is a Charm

The first time I did it there was a problem with the Ecosystem so NZ Bear let a bunch of us compete again. The second time I did it I had a brain fart and screwed up my own link. NZ Bear once again has let me into the contest. I must win this time! I'm running out of excuses for why I keep losing!

Seriously though, go look at the New Blog Showcase. Vote for my entry and as many others as you wish. It's easy - all you have to do is link to a contestant's post on your own blog.

My votes for this week are somewhere in here:
argghhh!!: McDonald's to Launch Adult Happy Meals
Forgotten Fronts: Kill the Imam.
Bawstin Sports Pundits: Red Sox Nation
Sequitur/Non: Clark's AntiWar Credentials
Twothings Sites and Places of Interest: Twothings Sites and Places of Interest
MIXBAGOFMUSINGS: Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Crazy Thinking: The WTO disaster and the security threat within
Ilyka Damen: A Happy Epiphany
The Enemy: "The Enemy" Brief Outline
Perspective on the BS of TV Pundits: Tinsel Town Deficits
darrenkaplan.net: Aftermath--The New World 9-12-01
Tom's Nap Room: Beatles take a bite out of iTunes
Terrible Swift Word: Pathetic
Gold and Silver Blog: Mahendra's Hurricane Isabel Prophecy

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Tis but four days te the end o' the week. Arrr!

Listen close ye lubbers fer I'll not repeat miself fer the likes a you. This Friday that be approachin' be talk like a pirate day and none other. That's right ye scurvy dogs. Four days hence ye'll be hearin' the dulcet tones of the Queen's own English from one corner o' the Blogsea to t'other. An if ye don't, well Captain Smilin' Jim Feathersword 'll have a word or two to say 'bout it!

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September 12, 2003

Treachery!

Glenn Reynolds has joined the Alliance against the Instapundit! Yes, the Blogfather, in a move like something out of a cold war spy movie, has turned coat and publicly sided against himself. Is the puppy blender really a monkey boy or is this some devious Instatrick? Only time will tell.

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The New Weblog Showcase

My votes for this weeks' showcase are (drumroll please):

Who Needs Citizenship from Pardon My English
If Americans Ran the Afterlife from Machine in the Ghost
Cat's Eyes from Like a Packet of Woodbines

Go check out the showcase. Vote for some folks by linking to their posts on your blog. Support our young bloggers! Most importantly, support me. My entry is Why oh why do I have to love women?

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R is for Ravish

The letter of the day is was "R".

"R" is for Ravish, what happens to a gal after she serves her date panties under glass.

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Is it Friday already? Let's get some Cheddar!

1. What are the top three things you like about your job? Top three dislikes?

  • Likes:

    1. The people - I work with a fantastic team. Every person is skilled, has a professional work ethic, is friendly with a good sense of humor, and everybody works well together.

    2. The location - Georgia, Sweet Georgia. I owe my status as a voluntary southerner to this job.

    3. Psycho-nerd friendly - Not only do I get to work on a computer all day long, my primary job goal is to break stuff on it!

  • Dislikes:

    1. Medicharade - Lowsy health coverage just added insult to injury by increasing in cost by almost 500%.

    2. Purchases - Getting programs, equipment, office supplies is just slightly more difficult than pulling teeth here. I've had an order for steno pads held for almost 4 months now. Steno pads. 4 months. I could buy them myself and expense them but I'd rather bend over and take it up the rectum with a nail gun first. It's the principle of the thing.

    3. HVAC - The heating and air conditioning blow (no pun intended). Heat is on G's side of the prairie, a/c is on mine. I freeze and he broils.

2. What do you wish you could do on your weekends?
Nothing. I would love to have a weekend where I did absolutely nothing. Wake up whenever, do whatever, sleep whenever. That would be so cool.

3. What architectural style appeals to you the most and why?
Post modern antedeluvian. I have no idea what that is but it sure sounds fancy, eh?

4. If your house was on fire and your family and pets were safe but you could only grab three things, what would they be?
First off I'd be leaving the birds and the fish in order to grab more than 3 things. Sheesh, get the priorities straight. Forget the dogs and cats, too. If they don't know to get out when the house is on fire then they can say hello to Darwin for me. Natural selection, baby. That's where it's at.

After keys, wallet and cell phone would come strongbox, box of albums and many CD's with our lives recorded upon them.

5. What was the last premonition you had come true?
With three kids they come on a daily basis. You just look around to see what they're doing and imagine the worst possible way it could come out. They generally fulfill that prophecy for you. Yesterday Bear and Bacon were riding Bacon's trike on the porch. I just knew that Bear was going to take them down the big front hill and plow into the railroad tie in front of the bushes. And they did. They didn't actually flip over the tie and fall down the front embankment through the bushes, which I had also thought they would do, so I guess that's just a partial premonition fulfillment. They'll probably take care of that last part today sometime.

6. What is love?
Crikey, that's a rough one. Maybe I should switch to the Friday Five so I won't get anything harder than "What's your favorite color and how did this change since you were a kid". Anyway, love is many things. Many splendored things, I guess. It's caring, nurturing, supporting and knowing you in turn are cared for, nurtured and supported. It's giving of yourself for no other reason than you want to do so. Most of all it's a touch, a glance, a smile or maybe a little unexpected kiss that makes you warm inside and requires no response because it just is what it is.

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