That previous image of squid in flight is now explained:
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Isn’t that a sweet little old lady? I guess the sign offended a few people, though, and they turned her in to the police.
Insisting that the sign was simply a lark, Mrs Grove said yesterday that she had never received any complaints about it. But police ordered her to take it down and her details were taken. Once the officers left she hung the sign back up.
I like that last bit—what a simple no-nonsense response to bureaucratic BS.
She said: “it’s been there for more than 30 years and all the people who live nearby are used to it. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve never had any complaints with any religion. The sign is just a lark that’s been there for a long time.
I don’t know. I’m looking at that obviously vicious little puppy and wondering how many Jehovah’s Witnesses he had eaten that day.
At least the British seem relatively civil about the whole thing. Symbols seem to inflame a whole ‘nother level of insanity in this country.
(hat tip: Richard Dawkins. Yeah, that Richard Dawkins.)
Smilin’ Norm has a reputation as a bit of a horndog, and now we learn where he got it from. Honestly, I really didn’t need to know.
(via Minnesota Politics)
…because Pam Spaulding at Pandagon had a kind word to say about James Lileks. Not his Bleat or Screed blog, fortunately, or for his regular column in the Strib which I find tediously twee, but for his masterful book, Interior Desecrations. You have to have lived through the 1970s to be able to understand how tacky things got for a while there—someday I’m going to have to dig up that old photo of myself in a polyester paisley print shirt and bell bottoms just to put the younger generation of readers here into shock.
While I’m in a “what were they thinking?” mood, I’ll mention one shock we had in this otherwise nice 1950s era house we own. The upstairs is carpeted bright red…no, scarlet, a flaming crimson color, which was discombobulating enough. In addition, though, one of the upstairs bedrooms was wallpapered in bright ♣ green shamrocks ♣ .
It was one of the selling points, actually. I figured if we ever had trouble making the mortgage payments, I already had the decor to open a bordello for leprechauns.
The Minneapolis police are getting a little too serious—they’ve started arresting zombies (those are some really good mugshots.) I think the fact that there was a zombie dance party at the mall might have tipped them off that there isn’t a real threat here.
The reason they were arrested is ridiculous.
Harteau also said police were on high alert because they’d gotten a bulletin about men who wear clown makeup while attacking and robbing people in other states.
What’s the matter with law enforcement nowadays? They can’t even tell clowns from zombies. Here’s a hint:
What are they going to do when the mad scientists invade Minneapolis next week—run around and start locking up dentists and undertakers?
Who would have thought Wonder Woman sprang from such an unusual source?
Well, actually, I guess in retrospect that it was obvious.
Seattle is experiencing a surge of homicides (which are probably not statistically significant in number.) Seattle is also experiencing a surge of squid. Some irresponsible journalists are suggesting these two observations might or might not be linked.
These scurrilous allegations should be addressed by a trustworthy source, like The Typing Octopus. I mean, seriously, the murders are on dry land, with guns. I’d suspect the Sasquatch before I would some disgruntled cephalopod…and even there, the fact that the victims weren’t slammed with hurled tree trunks should let Bigfoot off the hook.
Here’s what causes global warming: we’ve been breathing since the Pleistocene ice age ended 165 million years ago.
Isn’t it cool how mentioning a specific date and geological epoch make you sound so smart, except when you get them all completely wrong?
(And now Jokermage’s life is complete. Don’t give up, though: seek out new challenges, and continue in your personal growth.)
I just finish cussing out a creationist for getting his evolutionary ideas from a Mr Potato Head box, and what do I find? The Pain presents…Mr Cthulhu Head.
