Here comes “The Holy Phallus.”
Update on 8/16: The Reviews are in (thanks Cheryl).
This Is An Accident Waiting To Happen
So apparently the astronauts that are on the space shuttle Discovery are going to have to repair their own ship. They’re going to have to do something no other space crew has done: send a astronaut beneath the shuttle to repair filler sticking out between the tiles on the ship’s belly.
I’m no expert at all this stuff, but while they are in (roughly) zero gravity in outer space, they’re going to be orbiting Earth, right? That means they’re be traveling through space really stickin’ fast while they’re doing this repair. There is obviously little room for error. It just makes me think of something I heard on the radio this morning: It’d be like if you were flying down the highway at 100 mph and realized your tailpipe was a bit loose, and wanted one of your passengers to crawl under the car (as you continued to haul tail down the highway) and fix it.
I just hope they all make it home safe.
Lots of Local Clicks
Just for kicks, I looked through some of the totally meaningless click totals on some of the posts from some of the local bloggers over on ORblogs, and I think it’s official: Jon has by far the most clicks on a single post with 65 clicks (as of this writing) on his post about the local Donald Trump urban legend. That topic also garnered Shannon 11 clicks on a related post. The most I’ve ever done was 30 clicks on a post entitled “Don’t Have Sex With The Babysitter” which goes to show you what people will click on over there. For other locals, it looks like Grumpy Forester had a 20-click post, Jon got 14 on his brew site, and Chris got 11 on one of his.
I also looked at the overall post click total for each of our sites, and it looks like the top-five rounds up like so:
Now, if you think I have a lot, realize I have nothing on Jack Bog whose sitting at 4,428 post clicks. I have no idea if he has the most post clicks on there (I’m sure you know, Paul), but he certainly has to be pretty close to the top.
On a semi-related note, I added several more blogs and journals to BendBlogs today and plan on updating the site to a updated version of the software and some point, and hopefully hacking together an RSS feed for the thing. We’ll see how it goes and how much time allows (in other words, don’t hold your breath). I do need to clean out some dead links, but that’s another project for down the road.
Life Is Too Complicated
Which is why we need a new language to simplify things where there are only two verbs (being and biking), one adjective (purple), no adverbs, only one number (seven) and every span of time is one hour. Basically, your mental vocabulary shrinks from 50,000 to 11. There are a few other simple rules as well, but you can take this:
“You’re a cheating bastard, Joe. I’m leaving you.”
and make this…
“You’re a purple stick, Johnson. I’m biking.”
Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg
No, that’s not me just smashing keys on my keyboard, that’s apparently the (un)official name for Lake Webster east of Webster, Massachusetts. It’s the longest place name in the United States. More information here and here. You can see the sign for the lake here.
But I have one question: Can anybody pronounce it?
Thanks Barney for the link.
News Flash
Studies show that the best way to woo women is to wine and dine them. Duh.
50 Latest LiveJournal Images
I could’ve swore I had linked to this before, but I couldn’t find it (I did link to a bunch of random LiveJournal photos, which doesn’t have thumbnails anymore, which is disappointing). Thanks to “K” for reminding me of that site.
Somebody really needs to make the latest 50 from LJ into a screen saver. I’m sure that would kill somebody’s bandwidth in a hurry, but I know I’d probably run it.
A Reporter’s Worst Nightmare
How do you cover a story about a man who died having sex with a horse?
Be sure to check out the Google ads on the page: Several PETA and Animal Cruelty ads. Considering the subject matter, that could’ve been a lot worse.
Bad Joke For The Day
Don’t blame me, blame Shasta Bob…
Two Palestinian mothers are sitting in the cafe strip chatting over a pint of chocolate goat’s milk. The older of the mothers pulls her bag out and starts
flipping through pictures and they start reminiscing.
“This is my oldest son Mohammed. He’s 24 years old now.”
“Yes, I remember him as a baby” says the other mother cheerfully.
“He’s a martyr now though” mum confides.
“Oh so sad dear” says the other.
“And this is my second son Kalid. He’s 21.”
“Oh, I remember him” says the other happily “he had such curly hair when he was born.”
“He’s a martyr too” says mum quietly.
“Oh gracious me ….” says the other.
“And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He’s 18” she whispers.
“Yes” says the friend enthusiastically. “I remember when he first started school”.
“He’s a martyr also” says mum with tears in her eyes.
After a pause and a deep sigh the second muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and says…
“They blow up so fast, don’t they?”
Your Bride-To-Be Doesn’t Like Burritos?
Better do something about it. Quick.