McSweeney’s: First, they came for my assault rifle.
That’s a pretty decent explanation for the hats, at least.
06/06: Immortal, huh?
Honestly, my first reaction to Vibrams was more or less the same.
That said, I do now own a pair, and they did work out pretty well for sailboarding.
Speaking of: I really have to do more of that this summer. Somehow. But I may have to clone myself to make the time.
(/Related: I’m confused, tho’… Would wearing sliced bread on your feet actually be comfortable? Or is the implication here actually the converse? Help, I’m stuck in an ambiguous sarcasm loop and cannot exit.)
That said, I do now own a pair, and they did work out pretty well for sailboarding.
Speaking of: I really have to do more of that this summer. Somehow. But I may have to clone myself to make the time.
(/Related: I’m confused, tho’… Would wearing sliced bread on your feet actually be comfortable? Or is the implication here actually the converse? Help, I’m stuck in an ambiguous sarcasm loop and cannot exit.)
20/04: Pretty much awesome
28/10: How to scare a car owner
13/10: I knew it
PZ has a thing on this irresistibly silly bit about a religious dispute in Amish country involving, apparently, mobs of rogue hairstylists.
I said as much elsewhere, but repeating: this really isn’t helping my long-lived sneaking suspicion that actually, there’s no one, anywhere, that believes a word of any religion, and the whole thing is now and always has been some kinda elaborate prank.
In this specific case, I get this vision of, after the shaving hijinks, the victim and perpetrators both ditching the buggies, whipping out their smartphones, and texting each other to arrange a meeting at the local pub, where they will proceed to throw back a few beer and laugh, a la Bower and Chorley, about their latest gag.
But they’ve gone too far this time. We’ve got ‘em, now! No one is gonna buy this one, I tells ya. No one!
That’s right, you cheeky bastards! (Shaking fist…) We got ya! You just hadda go one sillier even than the masses of people gathering, flash-mob style, to worship pareidoliac window reflections… I mean, mullet? Seriously? How stupid do you think we are?
(/Fine, you had us there for a few thousand years, okay, but we’re onto you now.)
I said as much elsewhere, but repeating: this really isn’t helping my long-lived sneaking suspicion that actually, there’s no one, anywhere, that believes a word of any religion, and the whole thing is now and always has been some kinda elaborate prank.
In this specific case, I get this vision of, after the shaving hijinks, the victim and perpetrators both ditching the buggies, whipping out their smartphones, and texting each other to arrange a meeting at the local pub, where they will proceed to throw back a few beer and laugh, a la Bower and Chorley, about their latest gag.
But they’ve gone too far this time. We’ve got ‘em, now! No one is gonna buy this one, I tells ya. No one!
That’s right, you cheeky bastards! (Shaking fist…) We got ya! You just hadda go one sillier even than the masses of people gathering, flash-mob style, to worship pareidoliac window reflections… I mean, mullet? Seriously? How stupid do you think we are?
(/Fine, you had us there for a few thousand years, okay, but we’re onto you now.)
28/09: But on the bright side
… there’s new Fafblog this morning.
Yes, me and this post could easily be replaced by a properly-configured feed reader. But would a feed reader have such lovely hair?
Yes, me and this post could easily be replaced by a properly-configured feed reader. But would a feed reader have such lovely hair?
