Thursday, July 31, 2008

Existential gchat opening

Ernie: Lila you there?
Lila: Yes, are you there?
Ernie: no
Ernie: aaah!

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Iranian Photoshoppery

At this point, probably everyone has seen the report that Iran's publicity photo of their supposed four-rocket test contained only three distinct rockets. Here is a link to the NYT blog on the subject, a link to their original article. The picture is no longer included in the second link, but you can see a snapshot of their cover page with the original image in the blog link. You can see the obvious edits made in this picture from the NYT blog:


The BB coverage of the photoshoppery includes several selected upgrades to Iran's job. My favorites include a commercial re-edit


and this rather fetching, classical interpretation.


To see more cleverness, check out the BB comments.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Sci-Fi Post-Op

Battlestar Galactica : disappointing :: Doctor Who : damn fine.

If you haven't watched the last two episodes of Doctor Who, watch! 'Tis better to see than to tell. I'll just spoil the best Doctor Who line ever:

Exterminieren! Exterminieren!

Now I am eagerly awaiting the return of Stargate Atlantis---a show that has consistently gotten better and better with each passing season.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Giant octopus accidentally teleported inside building

This is what I want for my birthday: an enormous, inflatable tentacle to mount in my window.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Great Office War


I can't resist these videos. So obvious, and yet with decent production values. And entertaining. Original site here. I love Nerf.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Sometimes I have to wonder...

My sleep last night was most rudely interrupted by a horrific nightmare. Without explanation, I was being beat up by mimes. Yes, mimes. Let's take a look at these criminals:

See? Horrifying. Throughout the encounter, I was bludgeoned with imaginary implements. And they hurt. They were the worst sort of bully, because they never told me what they were after. It was a silent terror. I tried to give them my money, but they were after something else. Maybe they wanted my identity.