Worst Idea in the World Files
Wow. I HAVE to assume, despite the reliable news source, that this is a joke.
Randy sends this along.
Jamie is sitting behind me shouting "How?" "Why?"
I can assume that if your career plans involve a well secured brass pole that you might find a use.
Ladies, one day you may be a sweet 'ol granny. Just keep that in mind when you decide it would be awesome to have your boob playing Outkast.
I do wonder: How does one recharge the device? If a little gel causes cancer, what's a leaky battery going to do?
I can't wait to be able to download "Boot Scoot Boogie" to my pace maker and have "Enter Sandman" as part of my "male enhancement" plans.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Real-Life Superheroes File: Mr. Silent
In case you missed it a while back when we discussed Real-Life Superhero Mr. Silent, you might want to check this out.
Anyhoo, go through the comments section. Mr. Silent takes some time out of his busy schedule to drop a "howdy" to The League and explain a bit about himself.
This is THRICE that someone commented upon has popped up to put in their two cents after I made a post. I'm pretty darn excited by this incident as, well, Mr. Silent is a SUPERHERO. As you know, The League supports superheroes, but it's not often we get one chiming in.
So, thanks, Mr. Silent! Keep up the good work. We appreciate all that you do.
Now, let's be careful out there.
In case you missed it a while back when we discussed Real-Life Superhero Mr. Silent, you might want to check this out.
Anyhoo, go through the comments section. Mr. Silent takes some time out of his busy schedule to drop a "howdy" to The League and explain a bit about himself.
This is THRICE that someone commented upon has popped up to put in their two cents after I made a post. I'm pretty darn excited by this incident as, well, Mr. Silent is a SUPERHERO. As you know, The League supports superheroes, but it's not often we get one chiming in.
So, thanks, Mr. Silent! Keep up the good work. We appreciate all that you do.
Now, let's be careful out there.
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
I just find it interesting that Danish filmmaker Lars Von Trier's new film condemning American culture is quietly opening in the US while the Middle East has gone batshit over a Danish cartoon.
You know, The League took a year of Danish in college. Seriously.
1) I dropped Spanish after the first day as the teacher refused to speak any English. It wasn't my fault my Spanish teacher in high school was, shall we say, laissez faire, and let us play cards during class (but never for money!).
At UT there was some rule that if you had two years of high school Spanish you HAD to take advanced beginning Spanish as we should all have been on the same level.
Oh, mercy. Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye and get some air.
Viva Klein Oak!
2) I was flunking Italian in my second semester (taken because CB told us the class was "great"). Hey, CB, you ended up dropping... What DID you take? Did you snake your way into Sign Language? I bet you did.. Anyway, we were flunking Italian in our second semester despite daily attendance and always doing our homework. A large part of the problem was that I kept slipping into the Spanish I had taken. And I was very distracted the first semester by a delightful pair of squirrels living in the oak tree outside the window.
3) I was going to take Finnish so I could surprise my grandmother, but that class was full. Terence said "there's lots of girls in Danish", and then I found out that Danish was "accelerated." You only needed two semesters of Danish rather than four of other languages. Of course you also met 6 hours a week for two semesters.
My instructor had a hearing problem, and I suspect he was usually hung over. But he also bought us booze. Good guy.
I only remember a few phrases from the class. I can:
a) order a cup of coffee (Jeg vil gerne hav en kappe kaffee)
b) order you to shove it "up your pipe" (I don't know how this is written, but I think it's: Op jig ruv hol)
c) solicit you for sex (Vil du kneppe med mig?)
Well, really, I think that could get me by in Denmark for about a month.
Overall, I didn't see Denmark as being a hostile place. They're the land of Hans Christian Andersen for God's sake. They all own pugs and think they have tiny trolls living in their teeth.
You know, The League took a year of Danish in college. Seriously.
1) I dropped Spanish after the first day as the teacher refused to speak any English. It wasn't my fault my Spanish teacher in high school was, shall we say, laissez faire, and let us play cards during class (but never for money!).
At UT there was some rule that if you had two years of high school Spanish you HAD to take advanced beginning Spanish as we should all have been on the same level.
Oh, mercy. Excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye and get some air.
Viva Klein Oak!
2) I was flunking Italian in my second semester (taken because CB told us the class was "great"). Hey, CB, you ended up dropping... What DID you take? Did you snake your way into Sign Language? I bet you did.. Anyway, we were flunking Italian in our second semester despite daily attendance and always doing our homework. A large part of the problem was that I kept slipping into the Spanish I had taken. And I was very distracted the first semester by a delightful pair of squirrels living in the oak tree outside the window.
3) I was going to take Finnish so I could surprise my grandmother, but that class was full. Terence said "there's lots of girls in Danish", and then I found out that Danish was "accelerated." You only needed two semesters of Danish rather than four of other languages. Of course you also met 6 hours a week for two semesters.
My instructor had a hearing problem, and I suspect he was usually hung over. But he also bought us booze. Good guy.
I only remember a few phrases from the class. I can:
a) order a cup of coffee (Jeg vil gerne hav en kappe kaffee)
b) order you to shove it "up your pipe" (I don't know how this is written, but I think it's: Op jig ruv hol)
c) solicit you for sex (Vil du kneppe med mig?)
Well, really, I think that could get me by in Denmark for about a month.
Overall, I didn't see Denmark as being a hostile place. They're the land of Hans Christian Andersen for God's sake. They all own pugs and think they have tiny trolls living in their teeth.
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