Another thing I don't have the time to do:
Using the twitter search to locate people deploying commonly misused grammar, then haranguing them for it.*
(I’m looking at you, “infront”)
Using the twitter search to locate people deploying commonly misused grammar, then haranguing them for it.*
(I’m looking at you, “infront”)
Anyone watching the ball drop in Times Square yesterday probably saw some version of these glasses – a variation on a long standing tradition. The 200Xs were a boom time for novelty new year’s glasses, a boom we’ll not see again for a long time, at least not unless they can work some Kanye styled magic for 2011.
In fact, the teens may be the roughest patch the industry has seen since the mid-1970s*.
My suggestion? Invest in novelty hats.
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…is to never see this again.
I know no one cares about Twitter, but:
I understand the personal grammar failure, sometimes your fingers move faster than your brain, but to be the top trending topic means thousands of people are tweeting badly. Somewhere, Mignon Fogarty is crying.
In Spring 2010 a new line of beautiful diamond engagement rings will be released from Disney. Each ring is inspired by one of the classic Disney Princesses.
The rings were designed by Kirstie Kelly who also designs corresponding Disney Princess wedding gowns for brides as well as bridesmaid dresses to go along with each brides dress.
Each engagement ring will have a matching wedding band. The current six rings that have been unveiled are for Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel and Belle. – Disney Dreaming
And the price list from Screencrave:
At that point I’d be demanding my half of the deal be a new diamond chain – FOR THE SAW I’D JUST ATTACHED TO MY FOREARM.
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The holidays are upon us like a murder of crows on a heart attack victim at a picnic, which gives me an excuse to crack out my favourite carol:
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Not long now before Jeff Dunham’s comedy massacre is just another cancelled-show-rerun to avoid on slow Sundays.
This is a scan from the back of an old Green Lantern comic I had kicking around my office.
The game was so lacking in fun they had to make up a bunch of fake reviews, passed off as comedy, to try and sell it – a ploy so lame that it limps home with “The Boston Orb”, which isn’t even trying to be humourous so much as just not lawsuit inducing.
In the end, despite the fact that it was pretty widely advertised, “James Bond As Seen In Octopussy”, (the official title) never made it to market. There’s a bit of conjecture out there as to what happened, but I’m betting that listening to the same 8 bars of the Bond theme while murdering an endless supply of generic bandits atop The Möbius Strip Express is something closer to secret agent hell than a game.
Winklepicker Brothel Creepers – and my reasoning has nothing to do with fashion.
At first it was assumed that he had been raised like a half-wild human in forests, but during many conversations with Mayor Binder, Hauser told a different version of his past life, which he later also wrote down in more detail. According to this story, he had, for as long as he could think back, spent his life always totally alone in a darkened cell about two meters long, one meter wide, and one and a half high, with only a straw bed to sleep on and a horse carved out of wood for a toy.
He claimed that he had found bread and water next to his bed each morning. Periodically the water would taste bitter, and had been apparently drugged: drinking this would cause him to sleep more heavily than usual, and when he had awakened his straw had been changed, and his hair and nails had been cut. Hauser claimed that the first human being he ever had had contact with had been a mysterious man who had visited him not long before his release, always taking great care not to reveal his face to him. This man, Hauser said, had taught him to write his name by leading his hand. After having learned to stand and to walk he had been brought next to Nuremberg. Furthermore, the stranger allegedly had taught him to say the phrase “I want to be a cavalryman, as my father was” (in Bavarian dialect), but Hauser claimed that he had not understood what these words meant. – Kasper Hauser at wikipedia
What’s more interesting though, is that experts seem to agree that he must have made the whole story up. How long have we been taking in foundlings who’ve simply lost themselves?
I’m looking at you, “Piano Man”.