Showing posts with label A sign of the apocalypse that is not even charming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A sign of the apocalypse that is not even charming. Show all posts
Monday, January 21, 2013
Slap its tongue in your mouth II
This robot mouth is for Delphina. It's what Troll would be doing if he weren't doing animals.
I also highly recommend the Robot Dental Patient: "It makes human movements, like shaking its head and choking."
With thanks to Feathers.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Boil advisory
The bathroom series continues... this time with more buboes.
(Don't ask me what I was doing in Binghamton, NY)
Friday, August 19, 2011
Economic commentary: Bottoming
Really, Internet? Bottoming is a (messy) process and not an event?!
As usual Titus Rochelle has done it again.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Snoot-snout brother in struggle
Going Greek in response to the proposed "austerity plan". Up the Athenians!
Monday, October 25, 2010
On harvesting one's own fluff
"Belly button lint collection wins place in record books"The Today Show outclasses Tampon Taxidermy!
The Australian librarian started “harvesting” his fluff in 1984, at a youth hostel in Brisbane. After 26 years, the complete collection now weighs 22.1 grams, or .77 ounces… Barker sold three of his jars to a museum for an undisclosed sum and is a quarter of the way to filling a fourth.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
And I'll never have that recipe again...
An innocent baking-substitution query nearly goes horribly awry.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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