Passed on by Billy Green last June, this hot news story from the website Only In American: For America, By Americans: a 6/26/17 posting by Marion Uncmeier, “Gays Invent Mini-Crossbow To Shoot Straight Men With Homosexual Chemtrail Tipped Toothpicks and Turn Them Gay”:
(#1) The gay crossbow
Into the chasm between Penguin Awareness Day (January 20th) and Groundhog Day (February 2nd) springs this warning cry on Doctor Anna’s Imaginarium page on Facebook:
Wake up sheeple! The penguins are coming!
Tomorrow’s the day to set your hair on fire, especially if you’re a young Scandinavian girl. But while you’re waiting for Advent to culminate in Christmas, you can savor the lights of the season:
(#1)
At noon on Friday of last week (the 10th), this event at Santa Clara University, an Environmental Studies & Sciences seminar:
Faculty will attempt to describe their research using only the 1,000 most commonly used words in English. Should be fun!
(Each talk about 5 minutes long.)
A Joe Dator cartoon in the June 19th New Yorker:
(#1)
which will lead us to today’s Mother Goose and Grimm:
(#2)
Along the way we’ll visit the naugas and their hides.
(Until the last section, this posting is mostly about silliness. The last section, however, descends to talk of men’s bodies and mansex in street terms, so is not for kids or the sexually modest. I’ll insert a warning when this material is imminent.)
Passed on in Facebook by Michael Palmer, this preposterous book cover:
(#1)
Yes, of course, a hoax. And appeared as such in a volume entitled Bad Little Children’s Books: KidLit Parodies, Shameless Spoofs, and Offensively Tweaked Covers. Then there’s the real book whose cover was tweaked to yield #1.
Beyond all that, we could take the title of #1 at face value and celebrate sluts and sluthood.
As the run-up to the American holiday Memorial Day continues (only 9 days to picnic time), Pinterest has responded with a board of playful things you can do with hot dogs — sometimes moderating their potential as phallic symbols, sometimes accentuating it. Five examples follow.
In the tradition of my 2/4 posting “Demented p.r. pitches, absurd ad copy”, I begin with an annoying initial p.r. pitch (on January 6th) for “optimizing ad space”, from a representative (JP) of a company I’ll call King Holdings to a blogger (KW):
I’ve been trying to get in touch with somebody in regards to learning about your site’s advertising strategy – specifically how you’re set up monetizing your site.
My name is [JP] and I work for [King Holdings], which is a premium ad exchange …
I’d love to talk about how you’re currently optimizing your ad space and what [King] can provide to scale it. Who is the correct person to contact regarding this opportunity?
Rather than just deleting the feeler, or replying that he was a blogger and not in need of advertising, KW chose to take the bait and throw it back with a big hook in it (a response to Nigerian Scam letters that people occasionally adopt, even understanding that they might be embarking on a major project). (more…)
A deeply silly morning name today, a play on the title Le Malade Imaginaire. Which then led me to some ethereal culinary musings.
On Facebook, this came from Michael Palmer, who got it from Seth Andrew. (As with many such things, the creators of the image and the text are not identified.)
