Category Archives: funny

Science heathens

Followup to the Outer Banks post:

I loved these bumper stickers we saw on an old ragged pickup truck at a gas station en route to the beach:

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Some funnies

Quick and simple post with some hilarious video findings –

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Local News Blooper of the Year
Aspiring anchors, take note.

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Zero Job Satisfaction
(Warning: copious amounts of swearing. Perhaps brought on by lack of good psychiatric medicines. Or lack of good career counseling sessions.)

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Long-Lost Deleted Scene From Star Wars
(hilarious bit from Robot Chicken, which in season 2 has rekindled the love). Warning: Only likely to be funny if you have any kind of familiarity with Star Wars. And on a related note, here’s Neverending Party, a Robot Chicken spoof of The Neverending Story.

Greetings from Mutantville.

Fun with Photo Booth.

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Cutest invertebrate I’ve seen this morning.

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(via Cthulhu InThePants; see more from the artist)

Flatus apparatus

I’ve been trying very hard to avoid regurgitating content from other blogs but I couldn’t help myself in this case: a post on boingboing about a fart-powered missile launcher:

To operate the assembly, the player who may be fully clothed places the inlet of the tube with its valve open adjacent his anal region from which a colonic gas is discharged. The piston is then withdrawn to a degree producing a negative pressure to inhale the gas into the combustion chamber to intermix with the air therein to create a combustible mixture. The ignitor is then activated to explode the gas in the chamber and fire the missile into space.

So since I have no real direction in life, I thought I’d contribute to their post by extracting the original patent’s images from the US Patent Office’s website, whose document image system is very cumbersome to deal with. Highlights:

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It must be fun to work at the patent office sometimes.

Here are the full page extracts of the original patent:

Cover | Pages 1 and 2 | Pages 3 and 4 | Pages 5 and 6

Perks of the office

My jury duty adventure is going to begin soon. I was recently summoned, and I am supposed to report to the Roanoke County courthouse next Monday. They sent me a little questionaire to fill out, and they include a list of types of people that are automatically exempt from jury duty so you can be sure you aren’t wasting your time. The highlighted item made me laugh out loud:

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What made me laugh was the combination of several bizarre ideas: 1) The idea of the President or Vice President actually sitting down and filling this form out; 2) The idea that someone would mail either of them this form in the first place; 3) The idea that the space taken on the form for this option is only relevant to two out of so many millions of potential jury pool members that the form is mailed to.

Though I seriously wonder if our current president would be sharp enough to realize he is exempt for jury duty.

Jargon watch

“Hawairish”. Definition by Clint:

And yesterday i determined that the Irish emmigrated to Hawaii. And became the “Hawairish”. And their most common last name is O’Loha.

Crimes against processed meats

Here is the latest in the line of things that you never expect to say but end up saying because you are parenting a toddler:

Iris, stop French-kissing the bologna!

(related post: NO, NOT WITH HAM)

Anyone else got any to share? Gimme!

All thumbs

Funniest movie review I’ve read in a long while came from William Gibson‘s blog today:

Just back from V FOR VENDETTA. More thumbs up than a Chernobyl pianist. Superb. Splendid. Heartening. Go see.

Works for me; I’m there, dude!

Don’t bother sending subscription cards to them.

Kathryn was browsing magazines at Barnes and Noble tonight. As she reached to shelve a magazine she said “pardon me” to an old man that was also browsing magazines. The old man said to her, “Do you ever wonder if there are any groups that have NO magazines?” Kathryn said, “You mean, like special interest groups?” The old man replied, “Yeah; a group like, for example, The Suicide Club. I mean, there’d be nobody left to get the magazines anyway!” Then, he walked away.