Archive for May, 2001

What on earth is going on? First up Greg Knauss shuts down an entirely other day, and now Dack Ragus has called time on the dack weblog. Raise your glasses in tribute, and read dack’s Determine Your Social Class Based on What You Drink feature one more time. Invaluable.

A night out with Mrs Dutchbint. I’m sure she’ll explain the drunk Irishman better than I ever could, so pay her a visit.

Welcome to the home of the big bad Chinese Mama. “Inside are contained the “demure lotus blossoms,” the “geishas,” the “oriental sluts”– whatever you had imagined in your patriarchal, colonialist longings. These women will take you by storm (and will kick your ass). Yeah, you’ve seen mail order bride sites before, you may have even surfed over to an Asian porn site, but never in your wildest culturally commodifying sick sexual desires, have you been schooled by women (womyn) like this!” (via the marvellous Mister Pants).

Well. Here’s a turn up for the books. It seems that Kaycee was not all she appeared to be, and that her “mother” Debbie was combining the stories of three ill people into one thread for the purposes of her weblog. The strange thing is, I always felt that Kaycee and Debbie wrote in exactly the same online “voice”, but never really considered the possibilties of why that might be so. Heh.

There’s a thin line between being a fan, being obsessed, and being a stalker. I’m not sure which category this site fits into, but it teaches us a little more about America’s first family, which can’t be a bad thing.

Texas being Texas, they keep records of every death row prisoner’s last meal. And then publish them. What’s odd is the number of inmates who order cheeseburger and fries for their last supper. I’d like to think that I’d provide more of a challenge if placed in a similar situation; a pine-nut and rasberry coolie with celeriac mash over a bed of baby spinach leaves, that sort of thing; a bit of a challenge to the prison catering system.

Originally found by ntk, the extremely weird Derek’s Big Website of Wal-Mart Purchase Receipts get’s odder the more time you spend looking at it. Anal or austistic? You be the judge.

As urban legends go, the one about C3-P0’s enormous copper penis is pretty good.

“The skeptical scientists were eager to answer all the questions regarding Mike’s amazing ability to survive with no head. It was determined that axe blade had missed the jugular vein and a clot had prevented Mike from bleeding to death. Although most of his head was in a jar, most of his brain stem and one ear was left on his body”. Introducing Mike The Headless Chicken.

*sigh* I suppose it had to happen – file sharing software for pornography. Bet you can’t guess what it’s called.