Bye-Bye, Boner Party
Today Ned Hepburn shut it down. Boner Party, perhaps the greatest bait-and-switch blog of our time, (I’ll distract you with breasts but really I’m going to talk about how it’d be great to just settle down.) is over and done with.
I’m sad to see it go, but I think the last post sums it all up.
Hey bitches
From here.
Largely why I was hated in high school
Phil once asked somthing like “is there a photo of yourself you wouldn’t show someone?” This would be it, if I were showing it. The dude on the left was my neighbor to the north of our house in the background. We shared a driveway.
“democracy’s next step”
hat tip to Gruber
Trailer for El Topo (Alejandro Jodorowsky. 1970)
The strangest movie I’d recommend?
Allen Klein presents an ABKCO Film.
speaking of the universe
Christmas Memory: bb guns
One Christmas, my brother and I got Daisy bb guns. We wanted them bad. We couldn’t wait to shoot them, but it was mid-winter in Rockford. Daddy set us up a stack of boxes packed with newspaper in the basement with a target stapled to the side. It wasn’t long before we bored of straight shootin’ and opted up for tricks. We went upstairs, stole Mom’s hand-mirror off her vanity, and commenced fancy-shootin’ backwards Annie Oakley style. My brother’s first shot riccocheted off the blocks of the basement wall and hit my brother in the back of his head. Didn’t hurt him. Didn’t break the skin. But how he howled. It stung! We could have put an eye out!
I invite all clusterflockers/readers near and far to tell us a Christmas story over the next few days. It would be the best gift we could give each other.
PRATE Interview: Brian Beatty
I’ve probably ruined a lot of perfectly decent jokes trying to justify what I think about the world. So it goes, to quote Vonnegut. I’m not doing stand-up to become famous. I only started telling jokes because of a magazine article that nobody remembers. I took a four-week comedy class, wrote about the experience and was instantly addicted to the immediate response of a live audience. I’d never gotten that kind of feedback as a writer. Now it’s about figuring out new ways to exploit the limits of the stand-up genre. That’s why I sometimes perform in a bear suit.
Here.
The World of Ivor Cutler
Toilet rolls. Ivor Cutler.
The World of Ivor Cutler features photographs of Ivor Cutler’s flat, taken by Ivor Cutler. Captions by Ivor Cutler. These were originally sent by Ivor to his friend John Knutas, with whom Ivor had a correspondence over many years.
You can find the series at ivorcutler.org.
Entertain Me Lest I Swat Thee 2
Fallon does Young does Fresh Prince
This is surprisingly good. via Waxy
The Muppets: Bohemian Rhapsody
The Towers of Trebizond
We set off presently up the road that climbed up into the hills, but the camel took camel paths and scampered up them at a great pace, roaring, and aunt Dot thought it might be in love, though out of season. When we stopped for lunch, Halide, who has done quite a lot of work among mental cases, looked at the camel closely, and into its eyes, and watched the way its mouth worked while it chewed, and said, “Has it had mental trouble before? For I think that it now has.”
the 11/3 project
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Faun Do
Two months growth! I’d hoped for something more. Happy Halloween, Y’all.
Merlin Labs! – 5 Surprising House Hacks!
This is right up the clusterflocker’s proverbial alley.
NSFW language, use headphones.
But, Your Honor, Them Leaves….
This news story happily reminded me of this episode of Mad TV.
Hitler is informed about the title of Sarah Palin’s book
This Hitler Parody borrows heavily from the actual Harper Collins press release.
I miss you guys.
A Texas Stripper With A Taser Gun Is On The Run!
Cooper and Sheila
Forgive me for taking the low road.
Cooper’s Bad Dream
Daisy Owl has a brother named Cooper, and Cooper was having an existential crisis. Daisy is not very comforting.
ALSO: Mr. Owl is an actual owl! And his friend Steve is a bear!
Did y’all see this?
Is Using A Minotaur To Gore Detainees A Form Of Torture?
(I saw the link in Washington Monthly)
Ivor again
My latest foray
into Apemanlandia attempts to answer the question: Do our arboreal brethren have access to corrective lenses? (And if so, Do they wear them as they swing through the trees?) It seemed that it might be appropriate to post it here, given the recent number of comments dealing with armpits (prominently exposed as one swings through the trees, no?) On the other hand, some of our more fastidious compatriots might not want to see an armpit front and center, as it were, so instead I provide a link for those brave enough.
An anecdote for your amusement (sic)
The standard line for women is “Hey, buddy, my face is up here”–standard, of course, because most men do indeed have a fascination with breasts. Well. Down here in the RV park in far south Texas, I mostly don’t wear a shirt because it’s too warm to need one, and neither I nor the laws of Texas consider male shirtlessness indecent. I am not beautiful, though I’m fairly fit for a 55-year-old, and I have noticed women here, when we’re conversing, glancing down at my chest. Is this because I have such stunning pectoral development? I think not. They almost always glance to their right, my left, which is where I have the greatest accumulation of white hair.