Archive for the ‘funny’ Category


Ninja Parade

October 31, 2007

Ninja Parade Slips Through Town Unnoticed Once Again


The Best Damn Pet Shop IN TOWN!

September 8, 2007

“What kind of pet shop is filled with rambunctious yahoos and hot jazz music at 1am?”

From one of my favorite simpsons episodes, “Homer vs. the 18th Amendment “.


Step Right Up…

August 25, 2007



August 6, 2007

via XKCD


Best Family Circus Comic EVER.

August 6, 2007

Taken from ectomo


South Park

August 4, 2007

So for those of you who don’t know, I’ve had a pretty shitty week. The big part of that week was having to put down my cat Ginger on Thursday. So throughout that half-fortnight of crap, my way of winding down was to watch some South Park. It’s funny and I don’t have to think too much about it which makes it a great show to decompress to. I don’t have the seasons, so I went to which has all the episodes and, amazingly enough, updates all the new once rather fast (so far season 11 is doing great).

I know that sites like this are normally supposed to be only linked to from friends over msn or through e-mails or whatever but quite frankly, it’s not as if this blog is the social hub of…well…anything. I’d kind of like it if this blog was a “hub” of some sort. I wouldn’t care of what, just as long as I could say “hub”. Hub hub hub…

Anyways, all episodes of South Park. Here it is:


Planning Sensibly For When the Zombies Come

July 31, 2007

Let’s face it. When the dead start rising, we aren’t going to know what to do. Sure you’ll have read the rules of how to survive in the Zombie Surival Guide, but as we all know, sometimes the circumstances change and despite what the survival guide says, you have to cut some corners.

The folks at Your Mom’s Basement have written some articles about what to do if you are about to be eaten by a zombie and what you should horde when an outbreak occurs. Here are some snippits:

“…I’m a thirtyish office drone who has just quit smoking after ten years, and has been out of shape for even longer. I’m chum. Zombie chum. I’m the guy that will be left behind with a twisted ankle plaintively begging my fellow survivors “Wait! Don’t leave me! DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEEE!” …I fully intend to let my voice trail off like that too, just to haunt their dreams a little. I am not above a guilt trip.”

“…Imagine: some poor, heroic but doomed volunteer fireman is cornered in an alley. Four or five half-eaten zombies shamble towards him, intent on eating his head. His hands will be empty, and as he frantically presses back against that alley wall in abject terror, in the back of his mind he’ll be really, really pissed off that I managed to steal every hammer in town. Sorry, random dude. Maybe you could have hoarded less of the Powerbars.

Planning Sensibly For When the Zombies Come
Planning Sensibly For When the Zombies Come: What I’d Like to Hoard