What are some of your New Year's Resolutions?
1) perfecting the asphyxiation batin technique
2) eat more fiber
3) keep positive trajectories
4) Mr. Steven Crane
5) contribute to twaddlenockery
6) eradicate twaddlenockery
7) [secret]
8) [too embarrassing to say - I suggest that I learn more before I embarrass myself any further]
(please note: I have suspended the standing resolution, which is to stop saying, "You go, girl" to myself)
Friday, January 1, 2010
WAKE UP!
Play it loud!
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!
Labels:
happy new year,
Recurring Features,
Riffs yeah,
t.rex,
WAKEY WAKEY
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Breaking New Year's News: Tequila and Champagne, Together At Last!
They said it was impossible. They said that tequila could never play an official role in New Year's Day celebrations. Well, "they" are friggin' morons, because Maestro Dobel has taken up the challenge and now offers the world this beverage:The "Diamond Celebration"
1 part Maestro Dobel Tequila
2 extra fine sugar cubes
1 squeeze of lemon wedge
3 parts fine champagne (chilled)
1 part Maestro Dobel Tequila
2 extra fine sugar cubes
1 squeeze of lemon wedge
3 parts fine champagne (chilled)
Consume at your own risk. Tell us how you do.
Labels:
Glorious Abominations,
pour the drinks,
recipes,
Tequila
Children of the Corn?
The Urkobold is Hot for Teacher
PEOPLE OFTEN ASK THE URKOBOLD, "HOW DO YOU SPEAK SUCH GOOD ENGLISH AS A NON-NATIVE SPEAKER?" A REASONABLE QUESTION, WHICH THE URKOBOLD WILL ANSWER THIS ONE TIME WITHOUT MOCKING THE PRETENSIONS OF THE QUESTIONER.
FIRST, WHEN LEARNING ANY LANGUAGE, THE URKOBOLD RECOMMENDS FULL IMMERSION. THIS IS A LINGUISTIC TECHNIQUE WHERE THE STUDENT MOVES IN WITH A HOT BABE OR THREE IN A COUNTRY WHERE THE LANGUAGE IS SPOKEN. AFTER A YEAR EXPERIENCING SUCH IMMERSION, THE STUDENT SHOULD BE FLUENT IN THE LANGUAGE, AS WELL AS IN THE SEXUAL MORES OF THE CULTURE.
SECOND, IT IS IMPORTANT TO KEEP CURRENT IN THE LANGUAGE WHEN THE STUDENT RETURNS HOME. THIS CAN BE DONE BY READING NEWSPAPERS AND WATCHING TV IN THE LANGUAGE, AS WELL AS BY MAKING FRIENDS THAT SPEAK THE LANGUAGE.
FOR THE URKOBOLD, HE HONES HIS ENGLISH SKILLS BY WATCHING VIDEOS ON ENGLISH WORDS AND THEIR USAGE PRODUCED BY A RESPECTED RUSSIAN PHILOLOGIST:
FOR THE URKOBOLD, HE HONES HIS ENGLISH SKILLS BY WATCHING VIDEOS ON ENGLISH WORDS AND THEIR USAGE PRODUCED BY A RESPECTED RUSSIAN PHILOLOGIST:
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Christopher Lee: The Dark Years Before The Fellowship of the Ring
Labels:
Actors' Studio,
Class Mammalia,
film and the arts
On That Day, We Were All Illinois Nazis
As part of the annual year-end introspective that the media likes to indulge in, I learned that Henry Gibson died on September 14. A great comedic and character actor, he will be missed.Aside from being the archetypal Illinois Nazi, Gibson also was a regular on Boston Legal and did voice work on King of the Hill as recently as 2008. He must've appeared as a guest star or regular on just about every TV show in the 70s, 80s, and 90s and was one of those TV actors that could regularly pop up in film.
If there's an afterlife, I like to think that Gibson gets to finally catch Belushi. He's earned it.
On A Boring Wednesday
Dear Reader,
We have read your emails, gotten your telegrams, and saw that lovely sky-drawing of a shockingly-correctly proportioned Mr. Steven Crane.
And after a meeting, granted with a rather truncated staff, we decided to heed your requests.
In that spirit, therefore, today we shall not:
1) use haiku.
2) create our own LOLcats
3) say "you go girl" to ourselves
4) put the Noam Chomsky blow up doll back on the shelf in a soiled condition, even after reading the leather-bound edition of "Heather Has Two Mommies" (the edition with the sweaty pillow fight scene on page 69)
5) end every conversation at work (or other, appropriate public places) with, "you like fries with that?"
Satisfied?
Now. hier's something mellow to start the day properly. GO OUT AND BUY THEIR STUFF. (and thanks, poster)
(and thanks to the "drafts" folder, my mega, "dammit" post I did when for some reason I got booted out of blogger shall be used another time)
We have read your emails, gotten your telegrams, and saw that lovely sky-drawing of a shockingly-correctly proportioned Mr. Steven Crane.
And after a meeting, granted with a rather truncated staff, we decided to heed your requests.
In that spirit, therefore, today we shall not:
1) use haiku.
2) create our own LOLcats
3) say "you go girl" to ourselves
4) put the Noam Chomsky blow up doll back on the shelf in a soiled condition, even after reading the leather-bound edition of "Heather Has Two Mommies" (the edition with the sweaty pillow fight scene on page 69)
5) end every conversation at work (or other, appropriate public places) with, "you like fries with that?"
Satisfied?
Now. hier's something mellow to start the day properly. GO OUT AND BUY THEIR STUFF. (and thanks, poster)
(and thanks to the "drafts" folder, my mega, "dammit" post I did when for some reason I got booted out of blogger shall be used another time)
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Fudd on Metal
"Kill the Wabbit"
(by Mark McCollum)
In the dead of night,
A shimmewing wight.
Gweem of a bwade,
And the devil was paid.
When the axe comes down,
A chewing sound.
Steel against the head,
Another wabbit's dead.
I'm a wabbit swayer,
A guitar pwayer,
With a nasty habbit,
Kill the wabbit!
(Hah hah hah)
AhhhaahooOhhh
I'm a mean mistweater,
A wabbit feaster,
And I pwedict,
A bwoody Easter.
A scuwwowing shadow,
And the shadow wants to stab it.
In the night of echoes,
Kill the wabbit!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
Ohhhh. . . .
And there won't be any more wabbits awound!
No more Wodger Wabbit,
No more Peter Wabbit,
And no more Pwayboy Bunny Wabbits!
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Be vewy vewy careful. Oooh. . . .
Cwazy wabbits. . . .
(by Mark McCollum)
[Spoken:] In an abandoned warehouse with no lights. Just shadows, and soon no rabbits. The purpose of the event is to pass the torch from one generation of heavy metal to the next. And there lies. . . in his black leather hunting outfit with a shotgun guitar with spikes coming out of it, Ozzy Fudd, the Rabbit Slayer!
In the dead of night,
A shimmewing wight.
Gweem of a bwade,
And the devil was paid.
When the axe comes down,
A chewing sound.
Steel against the head,
Another wabbit's dead.
I'm a wabbit swayer,
A guitar pwayer,
With a nasty habbit,
Kill the wabbit!
(Hah hah hah)
AhhhaahooOhhh
I'm a mean mistweater,
A wabbit feaster,
And I pwedict,
A bwoody Easter.
A scuwwowing shadow,
And the shadow wants to stab it.
In the night of echoes,
Kill the wabbit!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
KILL THE WABBIT!
Ohhhh. . . .
And there won't be any more wabbits awound!
No more Wodger Wabbit,
No more Peter Wabbit,
And no more Pwayboy Bunny Wabbits!
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Be vewy vewy careful. Oooh. . . .
Cwazy wabbits. . . .
Labels:
Elmer Fudd,
Heavy Metal,
Other People's Song Parodies,
Rabbits
The Miracle of Tequila
From the CBS13 (Sacramento) website, via Asylum:
A Galt teen is back home for the holidays after the successful, seven-month-long treatment of a brain tumor that was only discovered after he. . .downed eight shots of tequila as fast as he could.
Yes, once again, tequila has proven to be a miracle elixir, capable of the most stunning achievements. Antibiotics? Aspirin? Ha! Even cheap tequila offers amazing benefits, from the pharmacological to the metaphysical:
Monday, December 28, 2009
Word of the Day: Congress
Foreign readers often ask me the etymology of certain English words. Recently, with all of the various healthcare "reform" bills, stimuli, and other attempts to derail the American economy, I've been asked several times why our legislative body is called "Congress." It's quite simple, really:con·gress [n. kong-gris; v. kuhn-gres]
–noun
1. coitus; sexual intercourse.
–verb (used without object)
2. to assemble together; meet in [sexual] congress.
Escaping from Planets Monday: A Graphical Interlude
Here's the whole graphic for your future escape-planning needs.
Labels:
Astronomy,
Celestial Mechanics,
FREEE-DOM,
The Future
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Cracked Brings Its A-Game to Christmas
When members of the Star Wars Holiday Special Survivors' Support Group meet, now they'll have a guide to assist in their recovery process: The 7 Most Baffling Moments in the Star Wars Holiday Special.Wednesday, December 23, 2009
All That Glitters is Not Gold. . .Except for GoldenEye 007 for the Nintendo 64
Odds are that you, too, have shot a Russian soldier in a bathroom. . .more than once. Because seven out of ten male Americans have played possibly the greatest first-person shooter of all time: GoldenEye 007 for the Nintendo 64. A decent Bond film (Sean Bean as the bad guy, a woman called Onatopp--gotta love it), but an awesome game. I really enjoyed it in one-player mode, but it was also lots of fun playing against my brother and my sons. Ultraviolence in the comfort of your own home!Cracked.com just ran a nice hagiography about the game (hence this post)--check it out. Here's an excerpt:
Just The Facts
1. Widely considered one of the greatest games of all-time.
2. Released in 1997 and has sold over eight-million copies.
3. One of the first games to include a groin-shot death animation.
4. Contains one of the most frustrating protection missions ever. We're looking at you "Control."
5. Allows you to use the shittiest video game weapon of all time, the Klobb.
Labels:
Bond--James Bond,
film and the arts,
Gaming,
Ultraviolence
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