perfidy

This just in:

Don't honk at old ladies.  

Best headline I've seen in a long time. My personal favorite still remains, though, the Onion's' "Holy Shit! Man Walks on Fucking Moon!" For which there is now a video.

This is shameless self-promotion, but it's also free self-promotion, so I'm putting it to good use.

I have a little shopping blog called SmartLassy, and since May, I've been using it to point people toward cool stuff that might appeal to goofy, geeky girls like me.

Recently, I decided to stop promoting other people's stuff and make an attempt at selling cool stuff directly from my site. My goal is to eventually sit atop a giant Scrooge McDuck pile of money, cackling with glee whilst drinking a pink libation from a martini glass. Ah, dreams.

Anyway, won't you please go check out the site? And if you're feeling generous, you could tell other people about it. That would be awful nice of you.

Now, I am hardly hintermost in claiming that Al-Qaida and its affiliates, franchisees and fellow travelers are a pretty sick bunch. Beheadings, anti-semitism, autocombustion, and random terror are just your average islamofascist's way of saying, "Cheerio, old chap!" But this latest development in the praxis of suicide bombing gives new, and really sick meaning to the phrase, "splodeydope."

It seems that Al Qaida has resorted to using mentally retarded women as a crude sort of guided weapons platform. Once the victim gets close to a sufficiently large number of other victims, the Islamic heroes press the button and the poor woman explodes, along with - in two cases in Baghdad - in excess of seventy more innocents.

Depraved. And hopefully, evidence that Al Qaida Iraq is now as close to the end of its logistical and personnel ropes as it has always been to the end of its moral rope.

Yet, and I shudder to think at what this says about me, the very first thing that popped into my head when my mom read me the headline was this.

Alrighty then. Go read this, and then - only then - click the more perfidy button to see the image. And then only if you want to. It's warped, sick, and wrong. I warned you. I also found it highly amusing, but then, I am sick, wrong and warped. If you don't look at the picture, I estimate that you will get at least 85% of the total humor. Your choice.

Thanks to Fist of Blog.

[wik] So 18 years later, I looked for this picture again and couldn't find it. Here's a link to the forum screenshots that are the original bit. I believe based purely on vague memories that there is another sequence of forum posts that have different images, including the one above in my original post. But no idea where those might have gone. In case of even more future bit rot, here's the screenshots I could find:

When John McCain refers to himself as having been a "foot soldier" during the Regan Revolution, does anyone else automatically picture him stomping around in a Stormtrooper uniform?

I discovered this handy webthingy at Daring Fireballs. It's called the Instapaper. Sign up, and put the bookmarklet in your toolbar. Surf the web. If you find something you want to read, but don't have time for, clicky on the bookmarklet, and it saves it for you. Especially useful if, like me, you are hitting the internets from multiple computers. Now, you won't have problems locating that link for an article that you started reading on the other 'puter.

Nifty, clean and simple.

I was always taught that when learning new words, it helps to use them in a sentence or to apply them to other things we see in the world around us.

I heard such a new word several years ago, in the comic act of (the unfortunately now departed) Richard Jeni, but had until yesterday been unable to find a context for it outside of his "A Steaming Pile of Me" performance.

No more. That word? Vagenda.

Really - I need to know, having not been there in years.

Is it just Brattleboro, or are all people in Vermont completely fucking retarded?

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