don’t you know you can count us all out?
(Link seen here.)
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
Man shot seven times critical: “Obviously, he wasn’t a good shot”
If you buy Christmas gifts from Amazon through Ann Althouse’s blog, there is a nonzero chance she will announce your purchase and let your recipient know what he or she is getting.
We here at MfBJN respect your privacy and will not reveal anything you purchase through our sidebar. If you send us the agreed upon sum in a timely fashion, Steve. Otherwise, everyone on the Internet will learn what size stilettos you wear.
I’m not a hand reloader, so I’m not entirely sure about what you need to do the job safely. Which leads me to the question: do those coveralls come in men’s sizes?
Did I say coveralls? I meant coversomes.
I’m working on a can’t-miss novel: Cowboys, Aliens, Ninjas, Pirates, Zombies, Jane Austin, and A Couple Brontes.
It’s not about having a good new idea. It’s about camping up what’s come before.
Do you think I need a comic book character in it?
Today, the White House announced that President Obama publicly pardoned the Thanksgiving turkey.
And then had him secretly rendered to Romania, where it will be held and interrogated until it gobbles.
Grandpa John looks into the past through the filter If Attorney General Eric Holder Had Prosecuted (******) and comes up with insights such as:
Jeffery Dahmer- Convicted of improper storage and preparation of meat.
John Wayne Gacy- Guilty of practicing clowndom without a license.
…
That’s a 100% conviction rate. What more could we ask for in an attorney general?
Indeed.
Connect the dots, man.
Dot:
Something big is going on at the center of the galaxy, and astronomers are happy to say they don’t know what it is.
A group of scientists working with data from NASA’s Fermi Gamma-Ray Space Telescope said Tuesday that they had discovered two bubbles of energy erupting from the center of the Milky Way galaxy. The bubbles, they said at a news conference and in a paper to be published Wednesday in The Astrophysical Journal, extend 25,000 light years up and down from each side of the galaxy and contain the energy equivalent to 100,000 supernova explosions.
“They’re big,” said Doug Finkbeiner of the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics, leader of the team that discovered them.
The source of the bubbles is a mystery. One possibility is that they are fueled by a wave of star births and deaths at the center of the galaxy. Another option is a gigantic belch from the black hole known to reside, like Jabba the Hutt, at the center of the Milky Way. What it is apparently not is dark matter, the mysterious something that astronomers say makes up a quarter of the universe and holds galaxies together.
Dot:
mysterious missile launch off the southern California coast was caught by CBS affiliate KCBS’s cameras Monday night, and officials are staying tight-lipped over the nature of the projectile.
CBS station KFMB put in calls to the Navy and Air Force Monday night about the striking launch off the coast of Los Angeles, which was easily visible from the coast, but the military has said nothing about the launch.
Troglopundit connects the wrong dots. This is about the Bjorrixxk firing defensively at Jrrith’n from their base under the Pacific before the Jrrith’n targeted energy nihltor could reach the Earth.
Man, I’m glad they’re nominally on our side. Until they again hunger.
(Other link seen on Althouse, where she doesn’t connect the dots. But she knows.)
From the current Lakeside Collections catalog: Sherpa Lined Hooded Camo Fleece [sic].
I can see why PETA’s not protesting because Sherpas aren’t animals, but come on, now. Where’s the love for those porters of pitons?
As the Facebooker amongst you know, I’ve baked a lot of zucchini bread. I had eight zucchini plants in my garden, and they produced a bumper crop of summer squash. I discovered that you can more easily give away a dessert bread than a summer squash. So I went onto the Internet and got a recipe for chocolate zucchini bread.
However, as it gets to the middle of August, I’ve found that I’m running really low on one of the ingredients.
There just aren’t that many psychics around these parts. I’m going to have to start substituting in some dog whisperers or something.
My humor is often obscure enough that only one person in the room gets the joke, but that person thinks it’s uproariously funny.
Here, try this one out and see if you’re that person:
I went into MacDonald’s and ordered a MacGuffin. They gave me a box with a gilded rhinoceros horn that an unscrupulous arms dealer wanted very badly.
On the census form, I put my race as 200 meters.
I’d like to invent a time machine to go back to 1970 to tell the kids that, in the year 2010, the government is legalizing marijuana and is banning salt.
Imagine how much I could charge those kids for simple Ibuprofin tablets. They’d all want to buy the drug I’m on.
I was eating breakfast with a magazine spread before me. This time, it was the new slick that the Wall Street Journal bundles with its paper. I’m looking at this story, somehow involving a woman and an exercise bike. I forget anything beyond that.
“What is she doing?” my three-year-old asks.
“She’s riding an exercise bike,” I reply.
“I think she’s in bed,” he says.
“Uh huh,” I respond in that recognition that he’s being imaginative and contrarian as three-year-olds are when they’re not sleeping and sometimes when they’re eating.
Then I glanced at the left hand page.
(UPDATE: John wants a NSFW label on this post. I initially didn’t put one on it because it was SFWSJ. However, in hope of getting more traffic, here it is: Potentially NSFW. That made you click the Read More link even faster, didn’t it?)
(Link seen on Hot Air.)
A congressman and his constituent were walking in the woods when they came upon a metaphorical bear representing the insatiable appetite of an unsustainable set out outlays and deficit spending extending decades into the future. The congressman sits down and starts putting on tennis shoes. “Hey, you cannot outrun a metaphorical bear,” the constituent says. The congressman replies, “I don’t have to outrun the metaphorical bear; I just have to outrun you.”
Update: Thanks to Tam for the link.
Michael Williams has a photograph of the free market in action.
Calves come from seed, not from sexual reproduction.
The things a city boy learns living out in the country.
Screen captures like this one from the film Incubus would be the core of their sales pitch:
Jeez, Louise, you mean Shatner wants a Kia? Shatner is a Bodhisattva. To attain Shatnervana, I must have a Kia, too!
Some of you don’t have me on Facebook, and by “Some of you,” I mean those searching for newscasters’ legs, so you’ve missed a couple of my Valentine’s Day humor. Presented below is a dramatic recreation of the things my Facebook friends have enjoyed:
Brian J. Noggle has rhymed “shop light” with “Hoplite” in this Valentine’s Day sonnet, but it’s to Victor Davis Hanson, so it’s cool.
Brian J. Noggle is having the hardest time making the rat on his homemade “I’d Push The Button That Gave Me Pellets of You Until I Died” Valentine’s Day card look right.
Brian J. Noggle thinks his son does a pretty good Kim du Toit impression for a three-year-old.
I guess the last does not really apply to Valentine’s Day, and, frankly, it’s hard to capture a child doing a South African accent in mere words.