All you can eat

So apparently the world championship for karaoke singing (you knew there was one, right?) was in Moscow this year. Some guy from New Mexico won (Usher: "DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love," if you want to know). The prize: a million dumplings.

It seems wrong, somehow, that the gastroenterologist was only the runner-up.

There's video somewhere, but it's not that interesting. At least not compared to what I was imagining, which was that the guy finishes his song and, instead of applause, he's promptly buried under an avalanche of the entire doughy prize at once.

Possibly this idea was prompted by vague memories of this cartoon.



(If you have ambivalent feelings about Eastern European dumplings in general, perhaps you can relate to the kreplach joke.)

Spam spam spam spam

You know, if blogger came up with a way to ZOT all the spam comments that have been collecting on my blog like dust bunnies in one go, that'd be ace.

Just saying.

and yeah, I think I *will* buy that Nigerian term paper about Viagra, thanks.

And now, a spoonful of kitteh

to make the ughsome go down.



(h/t Ethyl)

WANT KITTENNNNNNNNN

ZOMG BABY PANDAS

("and now for something completely different")



Moar! :D

Watching this about six times a day

Its simple profundity of obseration and commentary makes me weep.

The RETURN of Engineers And Cats (Yodeling)!

You don't want to get left behind.

Good idea, "rebranding."

As in, the Republicans are "rebranding" the Democrats "Democrat Socialists." Which apparently requires a special meeting, and funny hats, and a special dispensation from Godwin agreeing that they are Exempt from the Law as they are officially Post Irony. not from Steele, though, cos no one cares what he thinks.

As I understand it, the Democrats were considering holding a meeting to redub the Republicans "the Epic Fail Party," but it seemed a tad redundant.

ETA: Wait. I hadn’t realized we’d reached "pell mell." Crap. Oh, sure, I knew we weren’t hunky dory, and things have been decidedly higgledy piggledy for years now. But pell mell? Ipso facto, that’s bad news, yo.

And I didn't get any candy, either.

Talking to random strangers anonymously via this site omegle, at Emmy's suggestion. I dunno, conversation-wise, I think I prefer Infocom, or at least BlogWarBot. However:

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: HAY BBY YOU LIKE BUTTSEX?
You: "Hi"
Stranger: ..DO YOU?
You: Oh dear, this isn't starting off auspiciously.
You: Can you play "Melancholy Baby?"
Stranger: I DON'T TAKE REQUESTS.
You: Whaddya know, me neither.
Stranger: WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON
You: Yeah, the all-caps thing and everything. Oh, wait.
Stranger: this is sort of awkward. let's just make with the buttsex.
You: I'd rather hear "Melancholy Baby."
Stranger: dammit why do you have to be so difficult?!
Stranger: this is why we'll never work out!
You: Like two ships passing, as it were.
Stranger: well. i think i'll go solicit buttsex from somebody else,
then....... ....BUT. I STILL LOVE YOU.
You: It really doesn't get any better than this, does it...

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Too damn cute to be legal, probably

Baby otter rescued by kindly Scottish woman. As if it isn't ridiculously cute enough on its own, (tickling! tickled baby otter! "wee noisies!") it -befriends and cuddles with a tiny white kitten- ffs.

I am totally sympathizing with Fuck You Penguin's ire, and shall take up the cause forthwith. Little bastards!



More forgivable, perhaps because the Engineers understand how to put the Cats in their proper place (squeezes and yodeling), is this. (h/t Alex)

Ode to Bobby Lee (of MAD TV)

Just rewatching some favorite sketches and giggling my head off.

"Attitudes and Feelings, Desirable and Sometimes Secretive." Be sure to pause to read all the subtitles.















and just for lagniappe, and le rowr rowr:

On the way home yesterday...

There was a guy walking his West Highland White Terrier. I grew up with one, so had to stop and fuss--really sweet adorable little dogs, if a pain in the ass (stubborn as all hell).

anyway, so he sez the dog's name is John Paul, named after the Pope.

as in, Pup John Paul.

sadly, no Pupmobile.

So, gourmet, organic, etc. cookies -seems- like a good idea, right?

...and they come in flavors like chocolate chip, and chocolate mint fudge, and everything you supposedly want.

So why is it that they inevitably taste like ass? And I find myself going back to terrible shit like Mallomars and Hostess Cupcakes?

ETA: and while we're on the general subject.

I propose a moratorium on all use of the term "cookie" for derisively signaling that so -and-so is a Crap Ally or just plain asshole who's made some entirely inadequate gesture nominally toward erasing oppression and is now wondering, whinily, why effusive thanks and praise are not coming hir way from the oppressed/annoyed persons in question.

Why? Because

a) as overused and often misused poli-blog cliches go, it's getting even worse than "straw__"

b) cookies are a GOOD thing. we should not be minging in doling out COOKIES.

EVERBODY HAVE COOKIE!!!

So, having FINALLY started watching Project Runway...

I have to ask: d'you think they kept Garbage Bag Gal instead of the other one because they thought it'd make better television--you know, because she was sure she was gonna be axed and he thought he was gonna win-- or because they really thought wossname's was worse? At least he made an effort...and c'mon, haven't any of these people heard of, ummm, whatever fetish it probably was?

Also, what'd they do in the last Gristedes one? Did any of it involve fruit roll-ups used like leather? Please say yes. Oh please.

How I'm feeling right now

Kind of like this.

MAKE WAY FOR DUCKLINGS!

I used to love that book as a kid.** And last week, it's happened for reals.

thanks for sharing, Lina. too sweet.

**the Wiki review is cracking my shit up. "Poor characterization?"

Critics note that the "loosely plotted" story gives no true explanation for why Mr. Mallard leaves the island in the Charles River or why the Mallards did not simply stay on the lagoon island in the first place and avoid the bicyclists on the shore.

Yes, personally, I prefer your more gritty, naturalistic, three-dimensional duck stories. However, in a more deconstructionist reading, we see that in fact Mr. Mallard is merely a symbol of the war-torn country's existentialist anxieties; in fact, in an era of mass displacement, there IS no "true explanation" for one's actions, no way of guaranteeing one can forever evade the bicyclists, and thus we may understand Mr. Mallard's decision to leave the island as an absurdist expression of protest in a meaningless...okay I really need to stop that now.

small PSA: moved Female Desire etc. over to other blog

the mostly moribund one, or, well, it's mostly pretty pictures now, I mean it was already, even without the latest additions. Like, a LOT of pretty pictures, all lined up in a vertical row. Just spent a few minutes perusing and gloating. not sure if it's the pretty or the pack-rat in me that's most pleased, but it's all good. Someday, I may actually do...something...with that blog, but for now: just enjoy the pictures.

Quote of the day, 6/18/08

I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, "I'm going to mop the floor with your face." I said, "You'll be sorry." He said, "Oh, yeah? Why?" I said, "Well, you won't be able to get into the corners very well."

--Emo Philips

(thanks, Evil Bobby)

i am wearing brown with black today

i am just THAT edgy 'n' cool *urp* also, i need to do laundry.


just thought i'd share.

EEEEEE!! MOAR DEATH BY KYOOT! -flails-

thanks, sarahspy! this one is my favorite, i must has on own blog. seven week old fuzzy -tux- kitten + sleepy + standing with paws on chair + butt-wiggle scoot = ZOMG SO DED.



wahhh. want a kitten now...

Okay, time for a Kitten Break, I think

Four kittens tag-teaming an empty Coke box. IZ DED FRM KYOOT TIEM NAOW


bonus! The Cupcake Blog! All cupcakes, all the time.