I have nothing at all to add to this picture. I believe it speaks for itself.
As does this video, which you should download immediately and watch with speakers turned up.
Keep in mind: Do not judge, lest ye shall be judged!!
"Meat Shower part of history"
...unidentified flying objects that looked like beef reputedly rained from a cloudless sky in 1876. The Meat Shower lasted about 10 minutes. The mystery is 127 years old.
Yes, it was a year ago today that our great leaders launched the wonder that is 9622.net, named after the MetaFilter thread where monkey-loving first became the preferred sport of champions and thundersluts everywhere.
Here is the Kafkaesque-posted picture which started it all:
WHEEEE! and YAY! and HERE YEA, HERE YEA!
Let the celebrations begin!
On Tuesday, April 22, 2003 on American Movie Classics channel (and they use the term "classic" really, really loosely), there will be a showing of "The Long, Hot Summer" starring a young Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward.
After the show, there will be a half hour show about the making of "The Long, Hot Summer" which was filmed in my home town. I was interviewed for the followup show, but I have no idea if I made the cut. They filmed me for about twenty minutes, which means they'll probably use about five seconds, if anything, but there's a good possibilty I'll say something stupid on national television, and that's gotta be worth something, right?
The movie itself is worth seeing for several reasons:
1. Paul Newman
2. Screenplay by William Faulkner
3. Angela Lansbury as the town whore
4. Orson Welles at his sweatiest, covered in thick pancake makeup.
Feel free to mock my moment in the sun.
I wouldn't call Verne Troyer pint-sized if I were you, not after reading The Observer's hommage to him as one of the Great Drinkers of Our Age.
So, apart from us, who's your favourite drunk?
Mine has to be old Larry Hagman who, with a brand new liver, has already signalled that George W.Bush is leading the country towards fascism.
Ok, maybe "mild" isn't quite the right word. And perhaps it's less an "aroma" then an "scent" or possibly even an "odor"...at any rate there's olfactory activity happening. But anyhoo, this is just one of the wild things we witnessed at the 9622 Puddin' Party where a good time was had by all and stomachs were irreparably damage. Vidiot's photos are here. chicobangs took some so I imagine his will be up soon. Enjoy, and nobody make fun of my short haircut.
Well, now that Moby has appeared on the Mirror Project, 9622 is going to be under a lot of pressure to come up with its own celebrity cameo.
Any ideas? They have to be cheap.
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Exhibit A: Bob Dylan out on the town
Exhibit B: Sumo wrestler
Exhibit C: Easter Penitents in Seville
Exhibit D: "Mask" by Ron Mueck
Exhibit E: British troops in Basra, Iraq
What do these five photographs have in common? Can you come up with one catch-all caption that is equally hilarious no matter what exhibit it applies to?
Nah, who am I kidding? It's just me. Just choose any pic. Please? *boo-hoo!* It's been a hard day on the ranch and I really could do with a laugh right now.
Tired of the ole rat-race?
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
At last, a guide for living it up 9622-style:
How to DRIVE FAST on DRUGS while getting your WING-WANG SQUEEZED and not SPILL YOUR DRINK
Yes, it's probably older than some of you, but it's still good readin'.
Yeah, that's my birthday cover and I gracefully concede defeat. But was yours any better?
Scroll down to the bottom to search for your embarrassing, deeply politically incorrect cover.
Our household has now received CDs from EBK, YHBC, and the acronymless Chico. Haven't listened to them yet, but am currently giving mr. eyeball's "mixed" a go, and so far so good.
Has anyone else received their CDs yet? Thoughts? Praises? Death threats?
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Poo?
I wished the bleach burnt into your eyes.
Whose head of hair makes you itch for their throats? We're not talking bad hair days - we're talking evil, retina-burning hair souls.
And, on a more positive note, whose head of hair are you secretly envious of; or been trying to emulate for donkey's' years; or planning to premiere this summer? Me, I'm going for the freshly-arrested Nick Nolte look. [So don't even dream of it, jonmc!]
Ladies and gentlemen, we have officially been rendered obsolete:
Marty the Genetically-Engineered Mandrill will answer your questions on his web site.
In honor of April Fool's Day, Cartoon Network has been taken over by chimps. It's Monkey Marathon Day, where every show features a monkey.
First, the cartoon network. Next...the world ? ? ?