I hope everyone has a great Turkey Day, and enjoy those tryptophans!

I’m still kinda blah on blogging, so I thought I’d post one of my favourite Eddie Izzard skits.

I love this commercial! Love it!

Alright, it’s becoming so much more rampant as it has in the past, so could someone please, please, explain LOL Cats to me? This isn’t an attempted commentary, it’s an inquiry. What am I missing? I’m often late to get the punchline, and I guess I’m late to get this one too.

I need this: I Void Warranties T-Shirt at Think Geek

You may call yourself a tinkerer, a techie, a builder, a hacker, a fabricator, a decontructionist, a DIY enthusiast, a maker, a baker or even a candlestick maker. You have a compelling desire to understand how something works. You aren’t content with LED status lights and plastic casings - you *need* to see the wiring and to understand which types of integrated circuits are being used (digital or mixed signal?). Your fingers show soldering iron scars. You have a shoebox filled with capacitors and inductors. You know how to build it back bigger, better, and stronger. But most importantly, you void warranties. And you’re damn good at it.

I just received the August issue of Harper’s Magazine, and a small piece caught my attention. This is from a sentencing memorandum in the case of Montana v. Andrew McCormack, and the presiding judge was Gregory R. Todd. Mr. McCormack was on trial for stealing beer.

Mr. McCormack, to the question of “Give your recommendation as to what you think the Court should do in this case,” you said, “Like the Beatles say, ‘Let it be.’” If I were to overlook your actions and let it be, I would have to ignore that day in the life on April 21, 2006. Evidently, you said to yourself, “I feel fine,” while drinking beer. Later, whether you wanted money or were just trying to act naturally, you became the fool on the hill. As Mr. Moonlight at 1:30 A.M., you did not think for yourself, but just focused on I, me, mine. Because you didn’t ask for help, wait for something else, or listen to your conscience saying, “Honey, don’t,” the victim later that day was fixing a hole in the glass door you broke. After you stole the eighteen-pack of Old Milwaukee, you decided it was time to run for your life and carry that weight. But when the witness said, “Baby, it’s you,” the police responded, “I’ll get you,” and you had to admit, “You really got a hold on me.” You were not able to get back home because of the chains they put on you. Although you hoped the police would say, “I don’t want to spoil the party” and “We can work it out,” you were in misery when they said you were a bad boy. When the police took you to jail, they said, “Hello, goodbye,” and you became a nowhere man. Later, when you thought about what you did, you may have said, “I’ll cry instead.” Now you’re saying, “Let it be,” instead of, “I’m a loser.” As a result of your hard day’s night, you were looking at a ticket to ride that long and winding road. Hopefully, you can say when I’m sixty-four, “I should have known better.”

There is another, slightly different, version of this memorandum here.

Methinks it’s funny.

I stole this from Dave Budge.

An Englishman, an Irishman, a Welshman and a Scotsman were captured while fighting in Iraq.

The leader of their captors said: “We’re going to line you up in front of a firing squad and shoot you all in turn. But first, you each can make a final wish.”

The Scotsman says: “I’d like to hear Flower of Scotland just one more time to remind me of the auld country, played on bagpipes in the style of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards.”

The Irishman says: “I’d like to hear Danny Boy just one more time to remind me of the Emerald Isle, sung in the style of Daniel O’Donnell, with Riverdance dancers skipping gaily to the tune.”

The Welshman says: “I’d like to hear Men Of Harlech just one more time to remind me of the Land of my Fathers, sung as if by the Aberavon Male Voice Choir.”

The Englishman said: “I’d like to be shot first…”

Yes, I am responsible for the poorly portrayed echo effect in the title. Bite me.

Duckboy postcards, greeting cards and calendars are infamous here. Self-depreciating humour at its hilarious best. If you check out the link, be sure to look for the ‘Grizzly Bear Artifical-Insemination Team’. It’s a knee-slapper.

I thought I’d post a scan of this one because I thought Bruce might get a kick out of it. I thought it was great!