Showing posts with label Signs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Signs. Show all posts

Friday, July 04, 2008

This is why we don't get invited to parties

At the last one we met up with a former work colleague and his wife and their two adorable children.

There was a point in the conversation where txrad said, "I have a personal question."

That was when I should have turned on the camcorder.

He asked the woman if women are able to voluntarily release the milk when breastfeeding.

I thought it was a good question although it surprised me.

Tonight he told me he was inspired to ask the question because in his upbringing on the farm in North Dakota he would milk cows and they were sometimes dripping when it was time to milk. Like they were on a certain cycle.

He was embarrassed to bring that aspect into the equation because he didn't want to equate women with cows. To which I replied, "we're all part of the animal kingdom."

Long may it reign. The animal kingdom ROCKS!

Monday, October 15, 2007

Put On Your Radioheadsets



Time is warped tonight.

I have rediscovered Radiohead for free.

It's too bad they are trying to fuck with everything creative that I'm trying to do.

I keep selecting photos to upload and I get different photos when I upload them.

The evil fuckers have invaded my PC!!

Never mind. I figured it out. It wasn't them evil fuckers. It was simply incompetence.
Update: AHEM! Your host here would be advise to stay away from Photobucket while intoxicated. I had it open, but I was on page 2 or 3 of my album, and each time I selected the Thom Yorke photo, all I kept seeing appear on my Photobucket page was a scene from the yard or whatever. It was bumping the last picture from page one onto the the page I was on.



I'm gonna go there again.
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Sunday, February 11, 2007

Press 1 For Ignorant Bigotry

Photo credit: Angel Franco/The New York Times


Bill Balsamico is quite a guy. Not sure I'd ever want to eat in his restaurant. On the contrary, aside from the inevitable indigestion, this is the kind of shit that gives America a bad name.
Mr. Balsamico, the grandson of an Italian immigrant, describes himself as an open-minded man who uses obscenities and ethnic slurs to make his messages memorable. “As far as offending somebody, I really don’t care,” he says. “That’s just the way I am.”

Open-minded? Wow. That's stretching things a bit. Thanks to Fox News, his mind is so open I guess it all spilled out somewhere along the way.

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Or press 6 to stop Italian immigrants from coming over here to spawn bigots. Sweet Jesus, this country must be filled with crazies. Obviously some folks in the area are supporting his restaurant and apparently business is brisk on his website with sales of bigotwear.

Here's another sampling for your amusement.

Visit his restaurant site, Casa D’Ice, for more if you haven't seen enough already. As for me, I have the sudden need to cleanse my palette: