You Wouldn't Send The Hat to The Greiving Widow...
Sunday, September 09, 2007 | 8:52 pm
Labels: Humour
Labels: Humour
Been away a while, crazy busy at work, and just enjoying the summer a little bit more. So, to kick-start the blog again, here's a priceless gem that I couldn't resist. Sure, it's been overblown in the media, sure she just panicked (instead of thinking?), sure she's young, but let's be clear: none of that makes it any less hilarious.
Labels: Humour, Me Speak Dumb Way
This setup is quite clever. Two Aussie DJ's each ring a sex phone worker, and tell them that they are going to pass them off to their nervous girlfriend. They then connect the two sex-a-phonists and wait to see how long it takes them to work it out.
It's audio only. Skip to the 1 minute mark to avoid the setup description...
Labels: Humour
The old Robot Chicken can be a pretty patchy at times, but when they get it right, it's spot on. (how do they make all those doll-face likenesses so accurate?)
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Labels: adult swim, Humour
And in celebration, here's one pulled from their archives, a great source for laughs on a tiring day!
Labels: Humour
I went through the process last year of starting the hunt for a HD television. My RCA tube was showing blacks as blue, and muddy brown-reds in the bottom right corner. I had 42" to spare in my TV cabinet, so I had a yen for some LCD-love. As is my way, I was soon mired in analysis paralysis mousing through hundreds of reviews, consumer ratings, obscure HD blogs and Costco price-compare tools.
To cut the tedium outta the story, in the end I decided that I didn't watch enough HD content to justify the purchase, and too many of the screens looked rough watching SD. The technology has a small amount of maturing left (and maybe a format wr of two with a few new technologies around the corner), but I suppose I just wasn't ready to commit. For xmas, I ended up getting GW a little LCD for the bedroom, which has been a good way to test what they can do at the low price end anyhow..
All this is a roundabout kind of way to introduce this cute little Wired News article by Lore Sjoberg, whose style is sarcasm personified. Enjoy his version of The High-Def FAQK.
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Irresponsible guerilla marketing in a post-911 world, or gross overreaction by the city that brought you the Boston Dig? You tell me.
But the humourous t-shirt design that encapsulates the whole Aqua Teen Hunger Force affair is pure brilliance: "ATHF is the bomb."
Labels: adult swim, Boston, Humour
He was taking a comedic shot at my childhood team, the Sydney Bulldogs, whose players and supporters have squandered great performances in recent years by getting caught up in a number of unsavoury "off-the-field" incidents.
In a surprisingly common-sense judgment, the judge dismissed the charge against Chas Licciardello, saying reasonable people would not have been offended by the prank. Wow... judges talking about 'reasonable people', a spectacular quote in itself.
But the best quote came when Chas met with the press after the verdict:
"I'd just like to say how deeply disappointed we are at the court's decision. I will not rest until this injustice has been corrected. We will be appealing the decision to the Supreme Court, to the High Court, to the UN, to the Jedi Council and to the snick-o-meter."
Informed by the press that he'd in fact had a victory in court, Licciardello said: "I'm sorry, I didn't actually prepare any material for the off-chance that we won."
* Note: The snickometer is a piece of cricket adjudicating technology that tries to determine by sound analysis whether a batsman might have got a very faint "edge" to a delivery (pitch). Such an edge is called a "snick" or "nick". It isn't currently an official piece of equipment for the game, but is used in television coverage in order to show when the umpire screws up.
When posting The Prestige article earlier this week, I consciously went back through the text and changed the bold headings as I thought the original headings were too revelatory, i.e. even if you caught the spoiler warning, you may still glance over the bold heading and feel I spoiled something.
I wondered if this was considerate or overkill? Especially considering it was a movie that has been out for months but just not yet on DVD. Should that be sufficient time for me to say "all bets are off" and spoil to my heart's content, or do I have to wait until ever socio-economic group has had a fair and equal chance to see the movie?
Who knows, but curiously the very topic was beautifully summed up by a poster named dvddesign on Digg today. In a long list of comments discussing the plot-twists of last Sunday's excellent Battlestar Galactica episode "Rapture", their was the inevitable complaint that the title of the thread revealed plot-points , and this guys comment was just pitch perfect:
Did you get all those references? I think the only one that lost me was #3...
Oh yeah, there may be spoilers above. ;)
Labels: battlestar, Humour, lists, TV
The reason, apparently, was "Excessive downforce during a shunt lead to damage of key suspension resulting in going off, leaving horrific wreck." The unfortunate side-effect of the damage meant that getting help was no longer possible. For those not upset by such things, here's the image.
Labels: Humour
Even in the abbreviated version of the abridged variety of the game (Twenty20 matches take about 3-4 hours to play), cricket fans still have plenty of time to act like larrikins!
Labels: Humour
I like spiders. A pretty natural side-effect for a non-female growing up in Australia on 300ft of land that ran down into a bush gully. We got a lot of them, and there were a few that could kill you, so it was better to know some well than fear them all.
Even so, this short instructional video reveals a side of spiders I was unaware of, and frankly, their substance abuse scares me.
Credit for CNET.com for capturing this one from a hearing on diminishing media ownership diversity and its negative impact on creativity:
Quippy quotes like that may explain why the speaker, one Patric Verrone, is president of Writers Guild of America, West.
Labels: Government, Humour