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!
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.