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My soul dies a little bit when I read something like this. Oh bitter, cruel internet, why do you torture me so?

Posted by Hitch at 03:13 PM | Permalink

If I ever watched MTV or gave a crap about Kevin Federline, this would be hilarious. Despite the fact that neither hold any interest for me whatsoever, it still manages to be slightly amusing.

numa numa popozao

Posted by Hitch at 09:38 AM | Permalink

I don't think I need to.

Posted by Hitch at 10:02 AM | Permalink

I'll start off by admitting that I took this completely out of context.

Yeah, that clears everything up.

This is from a forun discussing Bigfoot. The subject is the Patterson-Gimlin film. (Famous bit of film of a purported sasquatch walking along a creek bed next to some woods). The matter being discussed in this particular thread was whether or not the figure in the film bared it's teeth at a particular point. Some think they see them, others don't, and some think they're just an artifact of lighting or film grain. Someone posted this as clarification for their point of view.

I think I know why people are still debating this film 37 years after the fact.

Posted by Hitch at 12:41 PM | Permalink

Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.swf (application/x-shockwave-flash Object)

Posted by Hitch at 10:20 AM | Permalink

Samorost2

Oh sure it's all neat for a little while, then they throw something totally random at you and you have no idea what they want. But you keep plugging away at it until you realize you've wasted way too much time on something so pointless.

Finally, all you can do is post the link so maybe someone else will waste even more time than you already have so you won't be the biggest loser around anymore.

Posted by Hitch at 08:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

defective yeti: Xyzzy

Posted by Hitch at 02:22 PM | Permalink

List of weapons that don't exist, but should - Uncyclopedia

If we outlaw Guns that shoot swords that shoot cows that shoot grenades that shoot knives that shoot televisions that shoots fridges that shoot bullets that shoot infinite regression toasters, only criminals will have guns that shoot swords that shoot cows that shoot grenades that shoot knives that shoot televisions that shoots fridges that shoot bullets that shoot infinite regression toasters.

Posted by Hitch at 10:40 AM | Permalink

Anyone who puts this much effort into a rant (and buys that domain name) deserves a bit of free advertising, in my book.

Fuck The New York Times

Posted by Hitch at 01:32 PM | Permalink

Here's a quick link I got un my email this morning.

Happy Fun Pundit: Top 10 Things I Hate About Star Trek

Posted by Hitch at 08:56 AM | Permalink

• Burn, Baby, burn: Solar Death Ray
• I'd like to buy a vowel: everybody's dragging! - WannaSpell.com
• Read any good books lately?: Create Your Own Dan Brown Novel
• Say what?: Overheard in New York: The Voice of the City

Posted by Hitch at 05:45 PM | Permalink

Macon Telegraph | 01/05/2006 | When it comes to tree recycling, sometimes less is more

Some folks apparently don't understand the concept of recycling.

Otherwise, Laura Jackson and other Macon Public Works employees wouldn't spend a chunk of their post-Christmas work days wrestling with Christmas trees.

Jackson was at Central City Park on Wednesday morning stripping strings of lights from trees that had been discarded - still partially decorated.

and

Those wanting to discard an old artificial tree should simply put it in the garbage. They aren't recycled, White said.

I would ask, "what are these people thinking?" But I know that they just aren't. I'm not sure they're capable of it, and I'm sure they don't want to. Physical laziness is bad enough, but when you're too lazy to even think about what you're doing...

...that's sad.

Posted by Hitch at 12:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Hack. Cough. Wheeze. Snore.

That's been most of my week so far. I've got “The Crud”. My own term for generalized cold/flu symptoms. This time it's mostly been scratchy throat, sinus and minor chest congestion, pain and weakness in my arms and legs, and for a little while a slight fever. It's kept me pretty inactive for several days. So even if I did feel like writing anything insightful or pithy, I haven't done anything to write about.

Instead, I've been transferring old journal entries to this blog. It's kind of interesting to read what I wrote so many years ago. I've skipped a few entries because even I can't figure out what they were supposed to mean. Others because I remember all too clearly what they mean and am sorry I reminded myself.

But for the most part I just copy the entries over to this format. Except, this uses titles. I didn’t used to title my entries, so I get stumped at times figuring out what to call an old entry. In that case, I just throw out something trite or cryptic. (Or both.)

It’s not like anyone but the spam-bots will ever read them.

Posted by Hitch at 06:44 PM | Permalink

This may be a repost. I'm pretty sure I've seen it before but don't remember posting it. These sound just like the sort of thing to wash down a salted prune with. (Seriously, don't ask.)

NA!P Presents | Crazy Asian Drinks

Posted by Hitch at 07:50 PM | Permalink

The Betties are back, if you know how to find them. (Of course, you may have already seen that.)

Posted by Hitch at 11:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Macon Telegraph | 01/02/2006 | No bead-tossing allowed

"Atlanta residents, unaccustomed to such unrestricted activities, might have suffered a degree of mental trauma should someone glimpse a partially unclad female form."

What about the mental trauma of being denied the opportunity to glimpse a partially unclad female form?

Posted by Hitch at 10:45 PM | Permalink

Posted by Hitch at 11:25 AM | Permalink

New year, new site. It's live now. I've tried to superficially hide all the old stuff. This is what it is now.

What do you think?

Posted by Hitch at 06:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)