Who knew that a punch in the face in slow motion could look so fun? I couldn’t stop laughing at the face jiggles…
UPDATE: Now with 4x more working video goodness!
Month: September 2008 (Page 1 of 2)
This video is only about a minute and a half, but it perfectly illustrates why Palin scares the living fuck out of me. Wonder why the Republicans aren’t letting her out to play outside of her protective sound-byte enhanced teleprompter speeches? This is absolutely cringe-worthy to watch.
I’d like to see some comments from the thoughts of others (especially Palin supporters).
My phone rings at work, and I answer as I’m oft to do in such situations…
Phone: How do you spell politicians and officials?
Me: Can’t you just use spellcheck?
Phone: Yes but none of them are in their office right now.
sore /sɔr, soʊr/
Pronunciation[sawr, sohr]
adjective, sor·er, sor·est, noun, adverb
-adjective
1. physically painful or sensitive, as a wound, hurt, or diseased part: a sore arm.
2. suffering bodily pain from wounds, bruises, etc., as a person: He is sore because of all that exercise.
3. suffering mental pain; grieved, distressed, or sorrowful: to be sore at heart.
4. causing great mental pain, distress, or sorrow: a sore bereavement.
5. causing very great suffering, misery, hardship, etc.: sore need.
6. Informal. annoyed; irritated; offended; angered: He was sore because he had to wait.
7. causing annoyance or irritation: a sore subject.
–noun
8. a sore spot or place on the body.
9. a source or cause of grief, distress, irritation, etc.
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I almost bailed on taking the bike to work day 2, because – in a word – SORE. I thought about dropping drawers this morning and mooning C to see if she saw bruising, but then remembered I don’t like looking at my own ass so I could only imagine her response at being mooned at 7:30 in the morning. It would have been a bad scene…
So I did it. I didn’t die of exhaustion, get hit by a bus, or *gasp* get overly mocked by co-workers. It’s strangely refreshing to go out and get some fresh air in the morning. Hell, I didn’t even have to drink my normal 3 cups of coffee to get going and motivated at work today. The ride home was a bit more rough, but there really is something to the whole human-power thing that I could get to like…
I’m going to start my great bike experiment and prove to myself and others that its pointless to drive 4 miles to work, when I have a bike. All it took was the gift of a bike, $100, and some of my own elbow grease to get here.
More tomorrow…
[phUzz] i will be in your god forsaken city in 7 hours
[phUzz] and i will piss on it
[defunkt] oh yah
[defunkt] well you’ll piss in it
[phUzz] on it
[phUzz] on its sacred soil
[defunkt] and not really in it in the sense that you’ll be in the city
[defunkt] but in it in the very real suburb-outside-of-detroit-where-the-airport-is-located kind of way
[phUzz] i will step outside
[phUzz] find some grass
[phUzz] and pee
[defunkt] but you’ll be peeing in romulus
[defunkt] not detroit
[defunkt] which is sad on several levels
[phUzz] SAME DIF
[phUzz] GEEEZ
[defunkt] because people in romulus arent unknown to do the same thing
[defunkt] walk outside, unzip, and piss in their own yard
[phUzz] what if i piss out the plane window
[phUzz] as i fly over
[phUzz] and my golden juice rains down on you
[defunkt] what if you flush while at 15,000 feet over detriot
[phUzz] if you hold the flusher down you can see out the bottom of the plane
[defunkt] well it wouldnt be so much golden as blue/green loaded w/ cleaning chemicals
[defunkt] and prolly a chunk of ice
[phUzz] nice
[phUzz] maybe itll hit your car
[phUzz] BANG
[defunkt] good
[defunkt] i could use some insurance money for blue/green chunks of pisswater from canada
[phUzz] not covered
[phUzz] you dont have “urine insurance”
[defunkt] damn. busted.
Normally I don’t even try to talk politics to conservative friends and family, or try to bring the subject on my blog. Not because I don’t value intelligent discussion, but because it usually takes all of 5 minutes for me to get so angry at people who refuse to see the other side of the coin that all I can do is sputter and froth a little at the mouth.
The past 2 days, I’ve been doing a lot of sputtering and frothing while watching the Republicans dance around the issues and build a facade of truthiness to an otherwise blinders-on-to-the-world point of view, and frankly, it makes me sick.
How about a little facts check, and if you have the time, read this. It’s written by someone who is more eloquent than my sputtering and frothing could ever be.
