Toby bought this book home from school today: “Let’s Explore Uranus“. Unfortunately he pronounces it the politically correct, modern way (with the emphasis on the first syllable) but it was still enough for Emma to be in serious pain with laughter.
Archive for the ‘funny’ Category
“Cop makes arrest in bathroom after smelling crack”
Actually, it’s not what you think.
I’m assuming that you use the google to find things on the web – for most people it’s second nature. They recently started a neat new feature where the page will suggest search strings as you type – Amazon.com has the same kind of feature.
Today on Failblog I saw a kind of bizarre search suggestion and wasn’t sure if it was real, so I went to google.com and started to type in “I am extremely”. Sure enough – check out the last option (click on the image for it to be clearer):
The Slate Explainer column has been running a list of unanswered questions from readers. Here’s this year’s crop. I like how some of them are very terse, but some are long and rambling, ending with some kind of justification:
Is the stomach normally full of air like a balloon, or is it squeezed flat by the other organs, like a balloon with no air that spreads open as food and water come in? Are the other organs squeezed and compressed like a squeezed sponge, or are they like a sponge not being squeezed? What about the intestines? Are they squeezed flat normally, or are they open like one of those long balloons that magicians make animals out of? I’m trying to get a picture in my mind what the inside of the body normally looks like.
Some light relief – this screen capture from Roller Coaster Tycoon is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in ages (from today’s Bleat):
There are a number of subtle differences between American and British supermarkets, one of them being the kinds of meat you can encounter in each. Despite the new/old food “movement” in the U.K., I’m sure that in most supermarkets here there is more offal available – chicken gizzards, pig trotters etc, than I ever saw in Britain.
On James Lileks’ Bleat today he had a picture of something he saw at one of our local markets:
Urgh. As he says, “I’m sure they’re quality chicken feet, but the thing about modern supermarkets is this: generally, not a lot of feet.” Well, you do get pig trotters, as I noted, but there’s quite a difference between trotters and actual feet. With scales. And claws. Holding onto each other.
And per the wording on the price label, I’m not sure what the store thinks my life is like, but a handful of feet is not something that would be living up to any life I would like, thanks.
PS if anyone has any chicken feet recipes, leave a note in the comments, if you must.
If it’s good enough for an unknown from Alaska, it’s good enough for me. Here is the news.
We probably won’t need these for Dara – she seems to have a fair bit more hair than Toby did at her age. Even at 17 months old he was fairly bald, which lead us to take matters into our own hands:
That’s actually fur from our cat, but I don’t think Toby was impressed.
Now, however someone has come up with a solution: baby toupees:
Part 325 in a series in which I report on an internet phenomenon from over a year ago.
I saw a blog post today which had the “Dramatic Prairie Dog” video – controversy rages on the YouTubes about whether it’s a prairie dog, a hamster or a chipmunk (note: it’s not a chipmunk). The original video is pretty funny in my opinion, and I like some of the remixes here too – enjoy: