When one's weekend was neither Sammy Hagar nor Fenriz, one has nothing to say. Thus, a gauche photo "essay." No deep meaning here, folks.
"We're almost out of water!"
"We'll have to drink our own piss!"
"But -- but -- that's UnAmerican!"
"No. It's not."
"JOE THE PLUMBER!"
"Doggone it, thanks to American ingenuity, you gosh darn space muppets will get to drink your own piss!"
"God Bless America!"
"Hey, man. What's on the tube?"
"Dude, first things first. I'm hungry. Gimme some links."
"No fucking way man, that shit's bad for you. Here, eat some asparagus.
But don't bogart my strawbs, man."
"Dude, are you saying I'm from Mars?"
"No, man. Just fucking relax, okay? Let's check the draft."
"Dude, that's who we got? Dy-no-mite!"
"No, man, the other J.J.."
"Dude, I wish it would've been this dude."
"No fucking way man, your dealer can't play."
"Dude, I know, but at least he ain't a dick. You know who's a dick?"
"A dick bigger than Lucas, man?"
"Hell yeah dude, this dude. What a dick."
"Holy fuck man, if Al-Qaeda is watching teevee, and we're watching teevee,
that means Osama can see us!"
"Dude, we better get outside!"
"No fucking way man, they're everywhere!"
"Dude, you're right, wingnut bloggers wouldn't lie."
"No way, man. Unless they were dicks, and what are the odds of that?"
Music by Jill Tracy, directed by Bill Domonkos.
I wanted to go with something Easter-themed, and what's more topical than poisoning by arsenic chocolate? Enjoy your weekend, Jesusheads -- no, not you of the fundie variety, you can go Cheney yourselves -- and secularists. Don't stay in bed too long and while you're out visiting grandma, be careful parking.
And watch out for exploding stars. It's bad enough gas prices are blowing up.
"Unka Dick, we should get one of those. Kill a lotta turrists, heh, heh."
"Grr, grr, GRR, G-R-R!"
As for me, I'll be in the middle of an all-day ritual to appease Cthulhu so he'll eat me last. Now where did I put those virgins....
Tough call, huh.
"HOW OLD IS HE?"
"John McCain is so old, he actually remembers 'blank.'"
[just pretend that you're hearing The Match Game theme]
"Mary from Encino?"
"Um, the dark ages of the universe?"
"Okay, Mary, let's see what our panelists say. Brett Somers?"
"The Roman Empire."
"Richard Dawson?"
"Methuselah."
"Charles Nelson Reilly?"
"The dark ages of the universe."
Yeah, The Maverick® is indeed a bit medieval, but that's a pretty cool find.
Go astronomers!
Temperatures at its south pole are about 18 degrees warmer than elsewhere on the planet - not much for a planet with an average temperature colder than 320 degrees below zero."Unka Dick, I solved global warming! We just need to stop the sun - heh, heh, Neptune is by Uranus. Get it, Unka Dick? Uranus!"
The apparent reason is that the south pole has been in the summer sunlight for about 40 years.
British astronomers have found evidence of water on a hotter-than-Muspelheim gas giant 64 light years away from our neck of the woods. One of the scientists said that "this planet is too hot to have our kind of life on it."
Oh, I don't know. A picture of home for Cheney, don't you think?
