Ever eat someone, only to regret it later? This guy (yes, him again) did.

We've all been in those situations where fuck off just won't do, haven't we? Sadly, it seems that English swears have lost their impact lately. Well, when you need something with some zest, some power, some real force just look here.

Gotta love those crazy Russians

Reprobates upgrade!

We now have a way to collect your reprehensible comments on the posts, as well as a way to link to posts in the blog.

Enjoy.

Before you can become a scammer, you need to choose your mark. Experience shows it's best to choose people who are stupid and greedy. No, not those guys. How 'bout, say, other scammers?

Daddy, where does meat come from? Well, I know that bacon is made this way. And I think meat, in general, is made this way.

What I particularly like about this review of the Icelandic band Mum is the section on beard-scratchers:

"You know the beard-scratchers. It's a sub-category of music fan that bleeds into all genres, but seems to gather at electronic music shows featuring skinny, articulated men on stage, keeled over sampling units and PowerBooks. And as the man on stage continues to build his bed of white noise, stopping occasionally to scream nonsense into a microphone, or bring someone from Norway or Germany onstage to blow incomprehensible noise into a series of horns, the beard-scratchers will nod their heads and chat to their friends about their latest "project." While the beard-scratchers have certainly extended the careers of many the experimental music artist out there, their counterfeit appreciation of music – which is essentially grandstanding to determine who's the hippest, most "down" cat in the room – can tarnish the work of an electronic-based band that's actually worth the money. Luckily, it was too hot for beards Thursday night."

Here's another great usage of the term in context:

"I hate Radiohead, I hate them as people, I hate that fuckin' beard scratcher and his crew of intellectual stuff-stuffy-cuntfuckin-twats, but the new album sounds like it could be the best they've ever done. "

I used to think this page listed some great resources for provoking the heck out of religious dimwits, but these documents here and here do just as well, and they have the benefit of irony.

Of course, that irony is most likely lost on those who most need to hear the messages contained therein ...

Sex advice from an old lady and new olympic sport Pelvic Power Lifting

So that's how they do it.

... and much hilarity ensues ... (thanks John)

So here's the plan:

We take this item (submitted by Paul - thanks), get this item extended to super-human lengths, we bundle them together for $299, advertise them in Cosmo, and make a fortune!

I've worked for managers like this.

Apologies all around for not having posted in a long time. The wife and I are moving, so there was the purchase of a house and the sale of a house, and we are actively planning for the arrival of the first of our progeny.

But, having read the following article, I could not pass up the opportunity to share.

You may remember this article that was posted a while back. Well, turns out, whales are not the only aquatic animals that can get a case of the vapors. While I prefer them in wine sauce, it seems as though these guys are busy fouling up the waters. Similar to some co-workers of mine, it seems like they are just talking out of their asses.

Shoulda stuck his head down there instead ...

It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.....

And you thought we were just all crazed doughnut-eating hockey fans. Well...true, we are. But we're also world champions!

Can someone loan me a few bucks? I saw this mobile hydrogen generator on ebay that I want to pick up for the new house. You never know when some H2 will come in handy. I just hope they include information on cracking "H2 O" from water. That sure sounds complicated!

Speaking of my new house, anyone who will be in the DC area Nov 8th is welcome to come to my housewarming party. E-mail me for directions, etc if you can make it. Even those who don't lend me a couple dollars for the H2 generator are welcome - no hard feelings.

You've all seen the entertaining offshoots of those annoying motivational posters. Well, here's a new take on 'em.

A bolt from the blue. You'd think that the assistant director would take the hint after the second time.

Here's a touch of what you might call, irony. Pamela Anderson, in her role of PETA spokesperson, is speaking up on behalf of chicken welfare across North America. She wants chicken growers to stop using growth hormones, which results in (among other things), artificially larger breasts.

AIIEEEE! It's the Pope, and I've got the fear! A bargain at only $987

Of course, if they're dead, their identity is that much easier to steal. It's not a problem though, as apparently only 0.03% of passports issued are fraudulent. But, hang on a minute, that's 1,500 a year!

1st rule of identity theft - don't steal anyone's identity whose reputation is worse than your own.

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In a surprise development, Serbia beats out Iraq and Kentucky in the FIDA championships ...

It happened with VHS, it happened with the 'net, and it happened with cell phones.

OK, I'm running a sweepstakes on how long it'll be before some enterprising individual starts releasing porn in this format.

Two states are bickering over a land grant enacted by King Charles I to Lord Baltimore in 1632. Does anyone else find just a hint of irony in this, given that whole War-of-Independence thing? American citizens forced to live by the laws of a defeated former oppressor, a foreign sovereign nation, and a known nuclear power to boot! Quick, I'd better alert the President. Needless to say, the Governator would not stand for this kind of foolishness. He'd send a cyborg back in time to kill the infant King Charles I.

Many Western celebrities would never make crass, stupid commercials, right? Well, not if they thought their main fanbase would see them. Now, thanks to the Internet you can.

Can't afford a real iPod? How about one of these? Or this?

Need to communicate. Don't bother with Esperanto or any of those other useless languages. Learn Trouser Semaphore.

Is anybody available to help me with an engine swap? The 5.8L V8 in my Bronco is a bit underpowered compared to one of these things.

Optical illusions. Some worked better than others for me. Your mileage may vary.

Can't get no satisfaction? (Even with Shawn's, uhm, devices) Perhaps you should move up north.

Oh and this just seems like an episode of Ren and Stimpy.

Bloggity bloggity blog. You can tell I'm busy this afternoon, but what I can't tell is why the guy on the right in the picture hasn't either shot the other guy in the nuts or the head. I wonder if you get a lifetime guarantee with one of these...?

I think this guy has Cthulhu's head in his mouth, but I can't be sure. Hurrah for beards!

OK how lazy can you get? Too lazy to cook? Too lazy to dress? Well, now you can even be too lazy to wank.

And you thought you were getting f'ed by money.

Shaun's bum post reminded me of an old Reprobates standby - our good friends at Grupo Industrial ARSE in Mexico, but (butt!) who are not to be confused with the company whose web site can be found at http://www.arse.com.mx which is a clothing manufacturer called Grupo TRUENO (pronounced "true ano") ...

Hey look they found Nemo!

I'm not sure if I'd prefer the Bum Song ("My bum song's gone a bit squeaky" "He likes his bum song low and laid back"), or the Bum Jolly ("Have you seen my bum jolly?" "I'd like a stiff bum jolly please" "Why don't you have a go on my bum jolly?"). I think Jolly. Clicky http://www.bum.it/, enter and select products.

Every age has its dickheads.

You gotta be careful with text messaging. It can lead to this, or it can lead to this.

This list is cute, I suppose, but they missed a few:

10. You're a missionary? No way! That's my favorite position!
9. What's this bracelet mean? It stands for "Who Would Jesus Do?"
8. Give me ten minutes and I can have you screaming "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming!"
7. Woman, get on your knees and pray. Oh, and while you're down there ...
6. Second coming of Christ? That's nothing. You should see my third ...
5. You can call it "the holy trinity", I still prefer to think of it as a three-way.
4. Which is your favorite? Old Testicle, or New Testicle?
3. I am the Shepherd. Lay thyself down and my rod will comfort thee.
2. Christ died for your sins. Let's make it worth his while!

and the number one "Christian" pickup line they missed ...

1. Hey good lookin'. Wanna play priests and altarboys?

What happens to the other 60%, Professor Blakemore?

The Man in Black has cashed in his chips. If you need me, I'll be in the bottom of a whiskey bottle.

Last week's Onion? It blew. This week's? Pretty good ...

I think we all know people like this, for example.

Those of us old enough to remember the glory days of Acorn & Sinclair (Timex in the US, oddly enough) have oft lamented that it's phenomenally hard for beginners to learn how computers REALLY work at a low level these days. Back in the day, we had widespread access to cheap'n'cheerful hardware with 8-bit CPUs and 64K of RAM - and an assembler, and hobbyist books, magazines and user groups to support us. Consequently, many of us grew up writing Z80 and 6502 assembler code, or, if we were lucky, PEEKing and POKEing our way through "low memory" with BASIC to see what we could make the machine do.

These days, I don't even know who produces an assembler for whatever x86 or PowerX chip is in our sleek, desktop machines (Metrowerks, maybe?) - and I wouldn't know where to begin if I wanted to actually do some simple graphics ... WinOpenHandle() this and WinRefreshBuffer() that ... eek. You could make these machines do SOMETHING visible by saying:

10 PRINT "HELLO, WORLD"
20 GOTO 10

RUN

(and if you wanted extra points for style, you could throw in a CLear Screen instruction at the beginning)

So, in the light of all this nostalgic wistfulness, I found the following statement very interesting: "Our goal here is to teach electrical engineering and low-level, highly optimized programming". All this, and hardware too, for a projected $99.

It's almost enough to make me want to commandeer the small TV from my mum's bedroom and get coding again ... almost.

Have you ever had one of those days when you just want to crawl inside a beer barrel for a while?
Well, thanks to your good friends at Guinness now you can! You could even live there if you want.

Opener sold separately.

Hey Joe, what did you end up doing with that old truck motor you had out back?

Don't worry, there is nothing to fear. We still have a decade before we are all dead. Its probably a good time to start a mean drug habit.

Got stuff you always wanted to know but couldn't find anyone bored enough to ask? Your prayers have been answered. Can I get an amen?

Airplane in a hailstorm. Enough said.

Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod - Lego, and cranes, and Lego cranes ...

My first reaction to this site was "hey, guys, what about suspension of disbelief?", but then it hit me - the state of physics education (I was about to say "state of science education" but then I remembered that all science is either physics or stamp collecting) is so woeful that most movie goers experience no disbelief in the first place - people really do believe that bullets explode in a flash of light and a shower of sparks when they hit a solid object, that cars always burst into flames following any kind of impact, and so on, because they've seen it in th'movies.

Besides, you can prove to yourself how bad the state of physics education really is - right here.

OK Arnie was weird, but actors have become politicians before. A 26 year-old girlie software engineer from Veritas, though? Still, the campaign merchandise is different...

Eek! Let the airbrushers and tattyshoppers do their work, I say.

Something for your PC that's not too PC, if you catch my drift. A study in the dynamics of fluids in bags.

We do it. Dogs do it. Cows do it so much it pollutes the environment. And it seems that whales do it too...

What really makes this is the picture. You couldn't stage this any better if you tried.

Sure, the idea of using Google to find obscure trivia such as "average mass of one cubic meter of planet Earth" is familiar. But using Google to calculate the average mass of one cubic meter of planet Earth is new.

Check it out - it's very cool. Although the documentation is sparse, a little experimentation shows, for example, that it also handles complex numbers, for example.

I haven't had this much fun with a calculator since ... well, I'd rather not go into that.

Are these guys a satire in the spririt of the Landover Baptist Church or are they for real? If you figure it out let me know. Scary stuff either way.

Time to retire, perhaps. Software developers are only going to get paid peanuts from now on.

After much (gut-churning) speculation and internal debate, I have come to the following conclusions about Shaun's Nullo posting.

After the initial shock of revulsion at the sheer physical violation, I realized that the thing that bothered me more was the relationship angle.

I've also not discounted the possibility that it's a piece of creative fiction - call me a skeptic, but although I can buy the castration scene, the penectomy I just don't think could have gone down like that. I don't see how one person, working under non-sterile conditions, without the capability to administer general anaesthesia or a blood tranfusion, could have done that ... operation ... and for there still be a patient alive to tell the tale. I don't buy it.

And if you have incontrovertible proof that it did happen as stated, kindly keep it to yourself.

Hunting for Bambi? Hoax.

You think your DR site is safe? Well, these guys think your data is as secure as an ech-a-sketch and have a better place for your off-site backups. Way off-site.

Nullo. Warning: don't read just after eating, you could lose your lunch(box).

You have to wonder about a researcher who's trying to figure out who downloads illegal porn, and who says:

"People don't tend to suspect young people of doing this. 

 You get a young, attractive, virile 25-year-old man. 

 Nobody's going to look at them and suspect them."

To which I say: Huhwha? What planet does this person live on? Ah - now it's clear.

So if you were inviting Prince Charles to your city for a cultural festival, what statue would you put up. Perhaps one of a giant man ejaculating into his own mouth? Surely you'd reserve that for Prince Philip...

Thanks to Ian for this one by the way: A hat for W. Which brings me to my next point: The ongoing grudge match between Saddam Hussein and George Bush Sr. has resulted in the death of the former's sons. Here's the kicker: do you think we could get Saddam to do the same for us?

Seems "keepin' it real" and projecting an image of living the "thug life" is great - until someone mistakes you for a thug ...

Microsoft's ingenuity at engineering enormous security holes into the most innocuous-seeming operations never ceases to amaze me. What particularly impresses me, though is not the cleverness or subtlety of the flaw - it's a simple buffer overrun, guys, nothing elaborate - but the fact they were able to allow this flaw to be exploited by playing a MIDI file. Wow.

Microsoft: What do you want to blow today?

Ungrateful little bugger. He's right, though...

To pour oil on troubled waters, or not to pour oil on troubled waters - what does the BBC think Mr Blair was trying to do? (listen carefully at about 59 seconds into the video clip)

But it's been in someone else's mouth!.

It's not very funny, it's not very well done, it's certainly not erotic (at least, not to me, your mileage may vary), but once you see the URL, you'll probably visit it any way out of curiosity just like I did:

FatChicksInPartyHats.com

Friends help you move, and real friends help you move a body, but Zimbabwean friends will rent you a body.

We have a great story breaking in the UK right now. On the 29th of May Andrew Gilligan, a political journalist, reported that No. 10 Downing Street staff had "sexed up" the intelligence presented in the now infamous "dodgy dossier" in BBC Radio 4's renowned Today programme. In a followup report in the Mail on Sunday, he stated that his source, a senior British official, blamed Alaistair Campbell, the PM's director of communications for inserting the claim that Iraq's WMD could be brought to bear in 45 minutes. On the 8th of July, after much bitter wrangling between the Government and the Beeb, the MoD announces that one of their officials - Dr. David Kelly - has stepped forward as having spoken to Andrew Gilligan. Gilligan later denies that Dr. Kelly was his main source, and does so in front of a commons select committee investigating the dossier. Yesterday, Dr. Kelly is reported missing. This morning, he turns up dead in the woods. Nobody thinks this is a conspiracy. Least of all anybody with a copy of Photoshop (that's Alaistair Campbell, btw).

How Lois & Clark should have ended up.

Followup to Dave's post: maybe it's here.

Ever want to live out your Tron fantasy? You may soon be able to...if you have $250,000 to spare. And you can do it at nearly 400 mph.

Competitive typing (for type-A's, geddit?)

I don't know. Did you lose something?

Scared shitless?

Food with attitude

David St. Hubbins once said: "I know what the Stonehenge monument looks like. We don't have that piece of scenery anymore." I'm not sure this is what he was talking about. Come to think of it, I'm not sure I see the resemblance ...

Couldn't they just tell Dubya that "brothel" is the Kiwi word for "soup kitchen"?

Chugga-chugga

Not mentioned in this article were some other unneeded things the Danes sent to Iraq:

• NBC suits


• chemical-weapons disposal systems


• lead-lined radiological containment vessels

The Onion, as regular readers will know, is one of my favourite sites - pretty consistently funny, waaaaaaay politically incorrect, and just an all-around good site. Rarely, however, do you see an item like this, one that comes so far out of left field, I can only say - what were they smoking? And further more - where did they get it? (PS: this infographic is pretty good, too)

Updated the blog template to get rid of the annoying "edit" links - test post to see if it worked.

"Don't make me horny. You won't like me when I'm horny. "

Stupid technology

if you are reading this then, my phone made an xml rpc call to the blog.

Bilderbergers. Mmm .... burgers ....

Take three random words, say: "dead", "pig" and "boat".

Now, put them together, and what have you got? A dead pig boat!

Spot the difference:

Cthulhu	Octodog

Don't know how long this will continue to work, but:

Go to Google, type in "weapons of mass destruction", and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky"

Even the Aussies have noticed ...

"Life imitates art", they say. Well, ConsumerFreedom.org (basically an advocacy group for the "bad for you" industries - fast food, alcohol, tobacco, etc,) certainly imitates The Onion.

Strongbad = Funnyshit.

Obscene Interiors: Hardcore Amateur Decor (Surprisingly, safe for work. More or less. Depends where you work I guess)