Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Ich Bin Ein Osterhase

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

Rosetta colored glasses



From tr00st.
"i call upon the name of my muse
to aid me in my remembrance
of these things most important
which should not be forgotten
even until the end of our days
to give of oneself is to
gain in return the greatest of
all gifts and to shed the self
of all want is to walk out of
the wilderness and into the light
the unclothed statuettes of
lovely Abbelina are hidden
under the clay pots full of seeds
behind the mulebarn of Galen"

Strung out



From lukevandy.
EAT THE STRINGBAGEL TREEGIRL. THE SPIRITS OF THE GLEN ARE AWAKENED AS YOU ARE NOURISHED AND SPRING WILL BLOOM INTO ALL THE SHRUBBERIES OF THE LAWN. OOOH!!! tooSLOW!!@# YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE!!%$ JUMP, TREEGIRL. EAT IT. EATIT!!@$#$%!##!!! GO.TREE.GIRL. GO.TREE.GIRL. GO.TREE.GIRL. GO.TREE.GIRL.

Napslinger.



From mrwpaw1.
Spiderman has not always been the fearless crimefighter you thought he was. Nor was he created when Peter Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider in the teen years. That was all a ruse; an elaborate cover-up to avoid the messy, messy paperwork involved with child labor laws. In his early days, spiderman was often outrun by the bad guys. Macaroni & cheese provides fuel for only so many hours in the evening, and then, without fail, sure as the sun sets, naptime befalls our beloved hero.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

guest post at Mad Vortex: Pandemic

The Mad Vortex: Fluckr - Pandemic

Animal Meetup


From metro1wayne.
I need all the little wooden bunnies in the fake green grass down in front to shut the hell up. OH. Hey there, angels on the podium, and Santas in the curio.. nice of you to JOIN US.. we've only had this planned for what, now, three weeks? Yeah. Settle. Alright. Now. We now face what could be the biggest moment in any of our lives. Bigger than Christmas, bigger than Easter. ENOUGH. SETTLE. Yes, bigger than all that. Freakin Gepetto put up the gall dern SALE sign, and not just any ole sale sign, brother. Liquidation. OK OK SETTLE DOWN YOU KNOTMELONS. We don't have time to friggin chat this out. We're all gonna get busted up, and it's gonna happen fast. Once the sale starts, we're gonna get wrapped in tissue and stuffed in cute little bags and people are gonna pay their money and out the door we're all gonna go, one by one, until there's nothing left but fake green grass and little circles in the dust where your little butts used to be. What you have to do is just ride it out. Nine times outta ten, you're going to end up on a nicknack shelf and never touched again, but you just might end up at a toddler house with yer eyes chewed out. SO. Now's the time to finish up any loose-end business and say your goodbyes. It's been a good run. New lives are coming in that front door. Ladies and gentleman, it's been an honor.

Sand-which?


From Nick Brickett.
OKAY BRO. Check it. Time for PORTABLE. LUNCHTIME. THROWDOWN. STEELCAGE MATCH. Ok, we couldn't get a steel cage, right, so we're just gonna jam it here in the grass. Ok, ok... Ok, right.. Over here, the champ, the tuna wrap from Student Commons. HAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhh... Oooover hereeeeee... THE CHALLENGER BAR-B-CUE STEW FROM CUEBALL LARRY'S BILLARDS AND FILLYERDS. I'll sample each one, in turn, study over the flavors, and I'll be one with each meal. AND THEN. We'll pick a winner and notify Student Activities and the Herald, AND WE'LL TOTALLY BE FAMOUS and get this whole sandwich challenge throwdown on YouTube. How's my hair? Nosecheck! Alright haaaaaaah. LET'S DO IT.

You and I and Dominos


From Bethany J Fellows.
Perhaps the least documented phase of Liza Minelli's career was 1982's month of April, in which she dove deeper into existential experimentation than even many of todays most shocking celebrity personalities. Much of that month was filled with a prolificness of art which combined deft skill of wearable needlework with a near genius catalog of subtle photographic self-portraiture with themes focused on 1950's era parlor games. The product of this fateful crossroading of styles is now evidenced only by this one photo, found behind the stove of her abandoned studio apartment, entitled "Two Getcha Three".