madbaker: (brains!)
Q: What did one brain say to the other?
A: "I lobe you!"

madbaker: (bacon is the new black)
"Bacon is born from belly, and to belly it returns."
"If you have never had home made bacon, it is an effing miracle unto itself."
"Where does the Church of the Divine Bacon stand on its Protestant cousins such as guanciale, back bacon, pancetta, and so forth?"
"There is room on the church for our cousins for truth is found by many routes and revelation may be found in even the simplest pork products."
"Indeed and though humble it is in such humbleness that glory exists. Guanciale and pancetta can be discussed among theologians who enjoy the deeper mysteries."
"And what is the official statement regarding the co-mingling of bacon with other, less enlightened, ones such as water chestnuts and lettuce and tomato?"
"As the angels adore the Divine yet are not divine in their own right, so lettuce and tomato support the heavenly state of Bacon."
"Bacon does not judge. Bacon is welcoming. Bacon is accepting."
"Bacon first cures itself, then Bacon cures all else."

madbaker: (Krosp)
"You know, there's more to being an evil despot than getting cake whenever you want it."
"If that's what you think, then you're doing it wrong!"

madbaker: (life is good)
Hamlet, the Choose-Your-Own Adventure Book sounds kind of awesome.

madbaker: (tard)
Something Positive totally nailed it.
On both sides, says the guy who spent hours playing on his Atari 2600. And who now has Adventure on the phone as a free app.

madbaker: (cthulu-meer)
Q: How much does a hipster weigh?
A: An instagram!

madbaker: (Torg)
Waiting in line at the checkout stand, Cosmo or something similar touted an article titled "Four words to seduce any man, any time."

Consider it stipulated that this is a low bar to clear. The wife and I came up with our own suggestions. Further suggestions encouraged.
"New tattoo. Wanna see?"
"I'm horny. Let's fuck."
"Take me now, stud."
"Your place or mine?"

And my favorite, from the wife:
"Under this, I'm naked."
madbaker: (Reginald Perrin)

madbaker: (dyslexic zombie)
How many hungry weasels could your body feed?

Created by Oatmeal

madbaker: (cthulu-meer)
Apparently I'm not alone in my airplane beverage preferences.

madbaker: (Skippy)
Leonard Nimoy acting like a lazy sleaze, reading porn and reacting to Shatner on TV. Awesome.


madbaker: (bacon is the new black)
Six Reasons Bacon is Better than True Love.
(Not trading in the wife, though.)

madbaker: (Dilbert)
I laugh every time my boss calls me. His ringtone is "Business Time" by Flight of the Conchords. And yet, the fragment I use from the first chorus is in no way inappropriate.
Watch if you don't know it )

*snerk*

Feb. 11th, 2011 08:56 am
madbaker: (cthulu-meer)
The Very Hungry Cthulu. It's a kid's book.

What I'm reading: Adrian Tchaikovsky, Blood of the Mantis

madbaker: (abyss)
Photo taken by Olivia Gorvy at Mission Dolores Park.
We're Suffering Too )

madbaker: (dyslexic zombie)
Killing My Lobster does a Ken Burns-style documentary on the historic coffee wars of 2005 (complete with narrating an e-mail to a loved one). It's only a few minutes but brilliant.
Battle Grounds )
In the interests of full disclosure, I'm a Blue Bottle man myself. Although I've dallied with Philz and Peet's from time to time.

madbaker: (Skippy)
I generally didn't like the Rankin-Bass holiday specials, even as a kid. Waaaay too cheesy for me even when I was a seven-year-old. I've been cynical a long time.

However, I always loved the Heat Miser song from A Year Without a Santa Claus. Kind of hated the rest of it, but I still occasionally have this go through my brain.

Clicky for YouTubey )

And on that note, Four Bad Lessons Rudolph the Red-Nosed-Reindeer Teaches Kids. Or, if you prefer, The Year Kenny Loggins Ruined Christmas. Which made me fall out of my chair laughing.

madbaker: (Galen)
More kitty goodness. I lived through some of this yesterday when working from home...

madbaker: (abyss)
Nowadays when I see a school bus I don't think of homework, pencils, academia, or the children of today being responsible for the future of tomorrow. I think of fascism, rage, and the moral compass we all have which can bend completely backwards when packed into a sweaty, motorized box full of Nazis and overly-caffeinated, puberty-stricken howler monkeys.

It, um, makes more sense in context. Mostly.

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