This car makes a statement
"Not only can I single-handedly destroy the ecosystems of several countries, I am also compelled to advertise the size of my reproductive organs"
(thanks to Robert Morgan for spotting this)UPDATE:
I bet it's insured with these guys
posted at 12:22 PM
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As a Prius driver, I always feel obligated to make the "tiny penis" sign at drivers of vehicles such as these -- you know the one, where you hold your right hand up in the air and show perhaps a two-inch space between your thumb and first finger.
By Paul, at
11:04 PM
posted at 12:55 PM
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(Yet another dispatch from our FSM correspondent)Boing Boing: Reader mail du jour: "Flying spaghetti monster my butt."The thing I love about zealots is their total inability to communicate. Somehow they've learned that REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS HAVE TO BE WRITTEN IN CAPITALS - which is true, kinda.
Sadly being zealots, they never learned discretion, moderation....common sense.
Consequently they WRITE ENTIRE MESSAGES IN CAPITALS which - as any usability professional will tell you - makes them completely unreadable.
Thank you God for making your biggest fans such utter morons.
Now if you could just give them a sense of humour the rest of us could get on with our lives...
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posted at 9:47 AM
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I have had an exceptionally shitty weekend. Details are unnecessary but suffice it to say that by Sunday afternoon I was chilling out on my bed pondering life and the injustices of the world in general. In short, I was Hacked Off [tm]
And then the sun came out. I'm not talking metaphorically here; it actually shone straight through the window, hit the crystals I have hanging from the lampshade and, for a brief while, gave me the most amazing lightshow on the opposite wall. This only happens rarely when I'm at home to see it - the sky has to be clear and the sun has to get just the right angle in order to hit the crystals before it sinks behind the roof of the house opposite.
(there's a bigger version linked to this image)It was mesmeric. At one point Gandalf in my old 70's LoTR print (see image above) had a seriously psychedelic rainbow halo which seemed quite appropriate.
After a few minutes a breeze caught the crystals. They swung and spun slightly, making the rainbows dart about like mayflies (with an even shorter life expectancy). I watched the colours flit about overhead and realised that sometimes you just have to live in the moment and go with it.
Opus had his dandylion patch. I have my rainbows. Whether I stopped to watch them or not, my world was still going to be a bit of a nightmare when I got back to thinking about it but at least here was something to enjoy - for a while.
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