This is mesmerically bizarre.
Day: November 30, 2007
Why you can’t REALLY trust Wikipedia
There is a Wikipedia tradition of stampeding for the bio of anybody who just croaked so you can mess with it. I checked Evel Knievel’s bio, and then I hit this clanger and just about whizzed myself laughing.
It’s NOT TRUE. It will be gone the next time you look. But it’s pretty funny, in a classically sick way.
So then I go back into the entry, and sure as sugar it’s gone, but then then THIS gem turned up. A fistful of lies in every refresh! Get ’em while they’re hot.
Great thundering bolts of Zeus!
A mööse önce bit my sister
Sweden plans a simply enormöus mööse.
Link courtesy of Cousin Gerald.
OOOh forgot to mention
I am going to Conflikt in January, and and and… I have set myself the task of writing three songs before the con. The first one is substantially complete. It’s a filk based on that Dutch children’s song I posted here recently, and it’s about that ever loving bastard Nicholas Van Rijn. Next up; an Octavia Butler filk and an Eric Frank Russell filk. This should be interestin!
Lusty Neighbors and Pimp Primer
Tea and cookies and porn this evening…
Lusty Neighbors and Pimp Primer – those were the titles of the flicks we watched at the November meeting of the Royal Vancouver Pornographic Society. They were grindhouse. Words cannot describe how execrable they were; they were about as erotic as a panhandler, as aesthetic as an airport washroom, and as well performed as a public school pageant. The dialogue raised hoots of derisive laughter at every turn.
Porn sure has changed. Nowadays everybody gets everything depilated and bleached; then, performers did their thang with visible bruises and scuff marks, pimples and back hair. And dirty feet, yeeech.
Anyway I was welcomed with cries of glee (I made biscotti) and was made to feel right at home. Things broke up around 10:30; I had the car until one so I gassed up, grabbed some groceries, unloaded them, and then took the car back to its stall (I had the Hyundai – the Prius was engaged) and walked home, where to my disGUST two younguns saw me coming and ran away so as not to be doing dope in front of me. I halfheartedly chewed them out and told them this is Vancouver and it’s your god given right to smoke drugs in public here. They offered me some but I declined, although I thanked them for being neighbourly. God almighty! Do I LOOK that old? I was walking briskly enough….
There’s a party next door. I was invited but I’m not attending. I took biscotti to thank them for inviting me earlier this evening. I will have enough left over to feed some coworkers tomorrow. Hey Paul if you read this do you want me to make a batch for your coworkers?