Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for March, 2006

I present three websites of varying usefulness:

1.  Animals Have Problems, Too:  I normally hate everything that the Houston Chronicle regurgitates onto its pages, but I guess even broken watches are right twice a day.  This website redefines the word “awesome” (which is nice, since I completely overuse it) and, you know, other awesome words of which I am too tired to think.  See below for examples:

and

2.  Spamusement:  Poorly-drawn cartoons inspired by actual spam subject lines.  The author of the page was kind enough to provide that brilliant synopsis so that I don’t have to.

Sadly, this site does not allow for hotlinking of their artwork, so you’ll either have to imagine it yourself in your own head (which will be either painfully dull or fucking fantastic) or head over to the site.  I can’t do everything for you.

3.  Speedtraps Across the Nation:  Okay, finally one that’s useful.  I would probably debate the merit of most “speedtrap listings” on here, as they seem to have been left by disgruntled college students and a large chunk of the general population that cannot spell at all, but here you have it.  Use it for your own amusement or possible prevention of speeding tickets – your call.  I, myself, tend to just cram the speeding ticket in the glove compartment and drive on, perhaps giving the police cruiser the bird as I drive away.

I hope someone will remember this one day when they receive a collect call from the McClennan County Jail and wonder who on earth could be calling them from such a place…

Read Full Post »

Down Home

Please don’t ask me what I was doing at the Brownwood Chamber of Commerce website.  It’s a long story.  Suffice it to say, I love the fact that only in Texas are you going to find a restaurant directory with an entire category dedicated to catfish.

Yup.  That’s about it for today.

Read Full Post »

You know you’re PMSing when…

1) You’re moved to tears by Gordon Lightfoot’s rendition of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” on the radio.

2) You think the pack of eight-year-old boys in front of you at the putt-putt course is taking too long, so you call one of them an asshole and tell them to get the hell out of the way.

Here we see that little kid, all grown up, remembering that traumatic day at the mini golf course.  Weep, Tiger.  Weep.

Read Full Post »