Thursday, August 18, 2011
Aftermath of wondrousitarianism
Smart is sexy. If only I was as smart as a book cart.
If the asbestos doesn't kill us, some unholy vermin will, leaving us much less sexy, unless you're into that whole blood-soaked entrails thing.
Bilderberger! Your propaganda doesn't convince!
Thank Cthulhu for small, disorderly serendipities.
Whoa, too much vodka.
How many Bolsheviks does it take to change a light bulb?
Duh. What's next, Bond flicks aren't documentaries?
Molotovs, fun for the whole family.
No bunga-bunga was harmed in the making of this photo essay.
Think I'd rather go to one (not really).
Look, Whedon, keep your media blitzing out of my library.
Best production value ever.
What the hell are you still doing here?
That's what she says when I show her my book cart.
I'm thinking about ceasing & desisting your weekly HoB update.
This generally doesn't paint the city in a swell light.
We totally don't measure up to Dubai.
Speaking of dicks, I'm sure this bank won't screw you over in other ways.
Our Wheelie Buses are real.
Speaking of dicks. Your questioning, dear reader, is suspicious.
The pretzeldent is gonna sue.
Good thing I'm fake.
Snoop!
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:15 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, cleveland, coworkers of the world unite in duh, darkthroning in the city, the side effects of slacking
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19 comments:
Too much drinking during the battle of the bands?
Color me shocked. And stunned, as well.
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Wow. Those are some exciting books! I'm not sure which one I (don't) want to read first!
Perhaps the one with pictures as I do have a learning disability. Hmmm...looks like it's all fun until someone takes a brick to the back of the head! What out spot! Watch out!
((Hugs))
Laura
Hey, I was stopped and frisked once in AZ when I was 19 years old and I wasn't even planning a crime. That was against the law? Wonder if it's too late to sue after all these years? I want a lawyer!
Gosh, I'm so glad I can scan that sexy QR code with my sexy smart phone to find out more about that sexy book cart.
if, I don't know where you heard such a disturbing rumor.
laura, you can't tell me with a straight face that you don't want a book about US Army dentistry for Canadian Christmas.
nunly, um, being suspicious is a crime.
ethan, but is your sexy phone sexy enough? Ultra iDroid 5.0 is coming out soon!
"I'm too sexy for the stacks, too sexy for the stacks..."
oh gross - that kind of adspeak is so ubiquitous in libraries now. i'm sure as soon as the library here gets a cafe we're going to start peddling fourth meals...
still, i guess i could see myself wearing that book cart on a hot date.
I'm too sexy for my book too sexy for my book
So sexy it cooks
And I'm too sexy for Parma too sexy for Parma
Solon and Cleveland
I think we've found the sequel to the Peonage's reinterpretation of Institutionalized. No access to a convertible, but the library does have that van.
baronette, I honestly had no clue what the futuriffic barcoding all over town was for until fairly recently.
On the plus side, book carts are far easier to rid of food stains than cotton.
It's nice to see a helpful policeman correcting the throwing form of the Molotov pitcher... with VI Lenin looking on in approval.
btw, randal, I'll be at the Sox/Indian game tonight. I'll wave to you, ok? I'll be the one wearing a White Sox hat. ;-)
karl of the österreich, it's no good if you don't hit your target.
nunly, that's not very helpful. How about you flip the camera off when it pans on you.
Would you believe your wheelie buses look just like our wheelie buses? Could this be evidence of international conspiracy?
Now that "Little Black Booktruck" poster had me rolling on the floor.
But "A History of Dentistry in the US Army To WW2" was a riot. Having suffered at the hands of several of those clowns that should be a very thing book. They're all probably working at "We Never Close Gitmo."
Pic 1: No, you dare not say it. I ain't buying.
I think the HIstory of Dentistry book is misshelved. It should be in England. Heh!
What's the book of Shaq's movie doing next to Kristeva? Oh, wait, I get it.
Stonehenge, where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge, where a man's a man
And the children dance to the pipes of Pan.
Is BB King the only Blues act @ HOB?
What, no 64s?
Randal- well, I can't flip off the camera, will lose my season ticket seats for that. You know, what fine upstanding citizens we are in Chicago. :-D
Maybe I'll be able to get some pics...put them on my blog tomorrow. Not pics of me, though, don't want to break the camera.
The Molotovs, all right, talkin' about my favorite cocktail.
It burns a little on the way down, but then...
Re: the historical plaque. At least it doesn't commemorate some poor SOB becoming a three-time loser for outperformance in the field of competitive jaywalking.
Honest comrade General I was just playing fetch with the dog. I didn't know the bottle was loaded.
susan, Bilderbergers! You're fooling no one!
BB, pliers and a bottle of whiskey, that's man's dentistry.
jim, I wish we had a copy of The Big Book of British Smiles.
Hmm, we could sue HoB for false advertising. They do have blues shows (I believe there's a weekend series, or at least there used to be), but there ya go.
nunly, paragons of virtue, of course. And precisely why yours truly never appears except as a ghostly elbow.
Tom will be here all week, folks.
SWA, come on, everyone knows that was banned by the Jaywalkers Exceed Real Kooks Act of 1957.
demeur, is that a molotov in your pocket or are you just happy to blow up the NKVD's field officer?
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