Loose Links Sink Ships
The internet: let us spelunk in its cave of wonders! Lose ourselves in its mesmerizing series of pipes! Revel in the richness of the 0.02% of its content that is not sexy-time or kitten oriented!
These links may amuse, inspire or anger you, or simply help you kill the last painful half-hour before quitting time:
- Holy shit, she really DID get nailed in the face with a ham!
- I would totally spring for a “semiotic Snuggie of safety and validation,” especially if it came in lavender.
- Save a pretzel for the gas jets. It’s a pity he dropped out of the race, because that’s a platform I can get behind.
- Call it empowerfulizing or mutilating, it’s a fuel additive either way. (For advanced patriarchy-blamers only.)(Also: totally mutilating.)
- This is awesome. So awesome that I will give you $5 to egg their house.
- War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Breakfast is Firstmeal.
- When my barbecue empire takes off, I’ll hire her to decorate my oceanfront estate.
- Bacon nose tampon. Hey, National Institutes of Health: you can give back some of that excess funding, you know. You don’t HAVE to spend it all.
- Win a night at Per Se, and then come tell us all about it.
- Lured by the promise of overnight stardom, two siblings-in-laws have started blogs in the past few weeks. Get exhaustive answers to any questions you ever had about brewing coffee or explore mommy-blogging from the long overlooked “jazz hands” perspective.
Find something interesting among the clutter of the internet this week? Share!
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How did you find me? It was Randy, wasn’t it. Damn. Loose lips indeed.
@jazzy, whoa, that was fast. also, yes.
Those are some most awesome links. Am saving the semiotic snuggie for later when I’ve got more reading time.
The semiotic snuggie one I agree with, but he would probably sneer at my blog, so, y’know, both sides. Plus I’ve got this whole complex about snobbishness competing with completely foodblog-induced guilt every time I don’t make something from scratch, so again… both sides.
But, and I feel like a dick doing this, but I see it a lot and it drives me mental, but a manse isn’t a synonym for a mansion. A manse is the house the preacher (and family) lives in.
@camille, i gotta say, i’m pretty sure he wouldn’t sneer at you. and goodness knows i don’t want to live with the preacher, so i stand corrected.