Practice What Your Preach
Today I saw a guy in a “Rage Against The Machine” t-shirt angrily slapping the side of an ATM.
Dear Peoples of Teh IntarWeb: you can stop sending me this quotation for inclusion in the Bad Review Revue:
“If it had been called V for Vasectomy I could scarcely have found it a less enjoyable experience.” — Jonathan Ross, BBC
Though I appreciate everyone who did.
I love that there’s a Basketball team called The Cavaliers. I like to imagine their courtside huddles go like this:
Coach: Okay, guys: there’s only forty-three seconds left on the clock and we’re down by five. We’re going to need some major hustle to win this.
First player: Oh, it’s always “win, win, win” with you. There’s more more important things than winning, you know.
Second player: Seriously. It’s just a game, coach — chill out, already.
The Doctor Is Back In
Someone must be sending around the link to my Dumbass M.D. post, because I’ve recently received a spate of email from folks begging for the answer.
Well, I kept you in suspense for two and a half years … I guess that’s long enough.
Go read the puzzle, try and figure it out, and, if you get stumped, highlight the following paragraph:
Cut all three pills exactly in half, taking care to keep the two groups of halves separate. Take another Pill A, cut it in half, and add one half to each of the groups. Each group now contains two Pill B halves and two Pill A half. Take one group of halves today, the other group tomorrow.
- flOw: Hypnotic little game, beautifully made. Reminiscent of the forthcoming Spore. Browser-based flash.
- Dumb: The Game: Forty-four puzzles to solve, ranging from laughably easy to I-don’t-even-know-where-to-begin difficult. Browser-based php.
- Truck Dismount: Sadistic & addictive. Download.
All via Jay Is Games.
Dollars & Scents
Sean “Diddy” Combs has come out with a new scent called Unforgivable.
As The Queen will attest, I too have produced some unforgivable fragrances in my time — especially after jambalaya night — but I never once thought to bottle and sell ’em for $25 an ounce. I guess that’s the difference between me and Mr. Combs. Well, that and his impressive collection of risible nicknames.