Saturday, July 25, 2009

speaking of bacon...

this is what happens when you stay up late playing FB apps.

Ken: bwain tired
Speedy: yah mine too
Speedy: need a new, juicy one
Ken: I find this game very tiring.
Ken: makes me want to sleep
Speedy: that's because it's stupidly repetitive
Speedy: they should have click and drag functions
Speedy: or just bigger fields
Ken: or an abattoir game
Speedy: HA
Speedy: have you looked? maybe there's a FB app just waiting for you
Speedy: My Little Slaughterhouse
Speedy: fruit?
Ken: sure
Ken: I mean I'm not... a fruit that is.
Ken: not that there's anything wrong with that
Speedy: ahahahahah.
Speedy: you're a cack
Speedy: you guys need to hang out with us more often. lawks.
Ken: I hang out all the time...
Speedy: except when you're cooking bacon
Ken: true. don't want bacon fat on my junk
Speedy: euw no
Speedy: still, I wonder, why not just an apron?
Ken: hmmmm.... the hospital gown look... nice
Speedy: surgical bacon cooking
Ken: novelty apron with boobies
Speedy: oh of course, must have boobies
Speedy: surgical gown with boobies
Ken: Awesome
Ken: I reckon there's a market there.
Speedy: problem is, if I found you one, Al would kill one or both of us
Ken: imagine waking up from surgery and seeing the surgeon with a pair of novelty breasts.
Speedy: or... going under anaesthetic looking at a surgeon with the same. which is better?
Speedy: now that I think of it... I'd like it better than a red nose, aka Robyn freaking Williams in Patch Adams. I'm sure he didn't get assaulted only because the kids were too sick. pick your audience well
Speedy: (not that I saw that movie. I don't think I needed to)
Ken: if you saw the shorts you probably saw the best bits.
Speedy: why, was he frying bacon?
Ken: not without his apron
Speedy: mit zer big boobies
Ken: New idea for a self help book.
Speedy: yes?
Ken: what colour is your bacon apron?
Speedy: LOL
Ken: brilliant!!!
Speedy: says more about me than my aura, that's for sure
Ken: or, I see your bacon apron has an aura
Ken: it's.... oily
Speedy: your bacon apron aura is more interesting than your own aura... what does that mean?
Speedy: it's kinda pink with crispy brown bits
Speedy: and it smells FANTASTIC
Ken: just so long as no one tries to clean your bacon apron aura
Speedy: what about edible auras?
Ken: hmmmmmmm bacon aura
Speedy: a sexy novelty
Speedy: edible bacon apron auras
Ken: crispy edible bacon auras
Speedy: or, just edible bacon aprons, what the hell
Ken: OH GENIUS!!!
Speedy: cook your bacon, then eat it AND the apron!
Speedy: saves on shorts
Ken: brain storming has nothing on stupid storming.
Speedy: but don't forget to take a photo of your apron aura before you eat it
Ken: and then post it on youtube.
Speedy: I'm sure if you search for bacon apron aura photos on google, you'll find something
Ken: possibly.

Speedy: I love stupid storming. there's just not enough of it
Ken: my bacon aura has an image of the Virgin Mary and she tastes great too.
Speedy: OMG that's sacrilege
Speedy: that HAS to go on a t-shirt
Ken: if someone ate the virgin mary bacon aura would she still be a virgin?
Speedy: all teenage girls know that or*l s*x doesn't count
Speedy: and Mary was a teenage girl, so yes, she'd still be a virgin
Speedy: in that completely dodgy way of teenage logic
Speedy: god, now I want bacon.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Surprised and disappointed in myself


Always being able to use the internet to solve my problems, I've been searching for meat-based cocktails and yet never searched for the exact phrase "Bacon martini" before. I have no idea why I never did, given that I like both bacon AND martinis. Thanks to the conversation with DV (I'm not going to be blamed for this entirely), I now know so much about bacon as a cocktail garnish that I never knew.

Just for starters... here's some links on
Wikipedia
Slashfood
and a delicious looking one on Flickr
and a photo picure lifted from a Lex and the Shitty blog post

p.s. this all started when I decided that bacon fritters had to be real.

Zombie Elves from Mars

What's your made up title for your crap Sci-Fi book?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The lemming women would be scarier, I think...


This link was sent to me by Mr oftheHills aka Bigglesworth.

It disturbs me that Morris dancers hold the key to our downfall.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Lemmings Always Get Lucky

South Point Casino, Las Vegas.

Rob, Flopeared Mule and I went to TAM7....We were very, very skeptical despite the Happy Hour Margaritas.
A casino is a very wrong or very apt place to hold a critical thinking and skeptics conference.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

For the amusement of our skeptics

Or anyone else that enjoys a good satire: an article from the Daily Mash, the UK's daily satirical newspaper, on the provenance of the bible.

Well worth sticking on your RSS feed reader.