Monday, October 31, 2005

Too Much Time

This is a rap song by Snoop Dog. I know what the song means, but I wanted to do an interpretation of the song line by line.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Stupidity of the Day

Nice tattoo.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Stupidity of the Day

Lightning Bolt drink. By Steven Seagal.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

Uselessness of the Day

Sprayonmud is a specially formulated spray-on product for anyone that wants to give friends, neighbours, colleagues or just anyone at all, the impression that they have been off-road or, at the very least, out in the country for the weekend.

Strangeness of the Day

Lance is a really nice guy, so someone nice would probably be good. And he's one of eight kids, and we think he wants a lot of kids, so you'd have to be down with the 'big family' thing. Why don't you submit yourself, submit a friend, or tell a friend to help us help him? Date Lance.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Uselessness of the Day

dottedline.com
The name says it all.

Free Time of the Day

People who don't have anything else to do turn to question English grammar.

Now that text messaging has become a normal method of communication, "text" appears to have become a verb, as in "Text your vote in now". Once that vote has been sent, what is the past tense? I don't think that I can bring myself to use "texted", but always saying "sent a text message" seems to be a contrived way to avoid "texted".

Friday, September 23, 2005

Free Time of the Day

Have you noticed thata lot of men over a certain age look like country music superstar Kenny Rogers?
Men Who Look Like Kenny Rogers.

Free Time of the Day

This site is about blah blah blah.
The name says it all.

Uselessness of the Day

"Imagine: your dog, cat, or other pet in full military regalia. I make this fantasy a reality. Using the latest digital techniques, I combine a photo of your pet with the uniform and background of your choice."

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Free Time of the Day

Most people don't realize this, but electric lamps are horribly manufactured, grossly overpriced and a general waste of money.

Lamps, generally speaking, are nothing more than a façade that holds a light bulb socket in place so a bulb can be screwed in. On a basic level, an incandescent lamp has been made from the same stuff -- wire, switch and socket -- since it was invented.

As a result, making your own lamps is easier than you'd think, requiring a rather small amount of hardware, the kinds of tools that are most likely somewhere in your toolbox already and a wee bit of creativity. Nearly anything can be made into a housing unit for a lightbulb, including a wide variety of household appliances. But out of everything in my kitchen, nothing I've tried makes a better lamp than a blender.


HOW TO DO SOME IDIOTIC THINGS By Eric Gillin

Useless

Gizoogle. Translate everything into tizzle talk.

Too Much Time

Welcome to I Am A Turtle dot org. This webpage is completely pointless.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Picture of the Day

Monday, September 19, 2005

Stupidity Doesn't Have a Limit

Congratulation! Your distant cousin in Congo is going to send you $100000000000000000!!!!
Create your own spam email!

Too Much Time

Okay, here's another ultimate too much time:
Mr. Nice Hands.

Life Lesson

Hate the noise of your neighbors?
It's revenge time!

Too Much Time

Another ultimate too much time
On and off.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Life Lesson

Elvis' hero? Captain Marvel Jr.!

If you think you know all about Captain Marvel Jr.’s influence on Elvis Presley ... think again! Because the World’s Mightiest Boy didn't just influence the King of Rock and Roll's hairstyle — Captain Marvel Jr. helped shape Elvis’ entire lifestyle.

Stupidity Doesn't Have a Limit

As a small child I used to go to the grocery with my mom. There was a brown coin-op riding horse in the front of the store that I ALWAYS wanted to ride. My mom wouldn't let me, saying it was a waste of money, and usually throwing in some mention of the gum she just bought (as though my minuscule attention span could be satisfied with something that happened five minutes ago). One day, most likely after I threw a bratty fit, she let me ride the horse. I climbed atop his leather saddle, put my feet in the stirrups and awaited a great adventure with my trusty hooved companion. Mom inserted the quarter. About a minute later I couldn't figure out why I made such a big deal. It was an idealistic dream that would never be the same again. My innocence lost, I grew into adulthood and assumed my role in society and found a job. In a roll of quarters there are forty rides. It's time for my gainful employment to bankroll me in making up for lost time....