Saturday, April 26, 2008

Danger Dogs

Given the state of the economy I've been very frugal lately, but a part of me sure is tempted to splurge and order one of these Danger Dog signs from Nepal. I wonder how much the artists are paid though...

Friday, April 25, 2008

Pierre's New Wetsuit

Balding penguin's wetsuit lets him swim again
Pierre's bare tush had kept him shivering on the sidelines as peers played

Hat tip to Wagga for this find!

In other news, I just happened to come across this interesting poster by Perdita Corleone.

Happy Fishnet Friday!

Fishnets by ~domalon
This morning I'm enjoying a quite refreshing Lupicia grapefruit green tea.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I was only joking

Lassie for Dinner

This story really disturbed me...

On my first trip to China I met a dog who was a dead ringer for Lassie. He lived with a dozen other dogs at a remote training camp for Olympic skiers in Manchuria, where a friend and I were spending a few days as we explored the area's backcountry skiing. In return for food and lodging we gave the Chinese athletes some clinics in American ski techniques.

The dog quickly became my friend. He would twirl happily in my arms before I headed up the slopes each morning and would be waiting for me when I returned. Dropping to my knees, I'd play tag with him, and he'd wag his tail so hard that his entire body would shimmy. The Chinese skiers paid no attention to the dogs.

On the day before we departed, at lunch, our translator stood and called the mess hall to silence. "To thank our American friends for showing us so much about skiing," he announced, "our chef will prepare a special dish tonight." He nodded to the head coach, who waved his hand toward the door. Two of the Chinese skiers, standing at the ready, opened it with a flourish, and the white-aproned chef stepped inside, holding aloft my friend, the collie, by his tail. He had been gutted from throat to groin.

Stunned, I couldn't say a word, but that evening when a large platter of dog meat was put in the center of our table, I regained my voice. My ski partner, a better cultural ambassador than I, gingerly took a few bits of the dish with her chopsticks. I declined. "Please thank the head coach," I told our translator, "but I can't. I have too many friends at home who are dogs."

More from An Olympic disgrace

When the fur is finally peeled off over the animals' heads, their naked, bloody bodies are thrown onto a pile of those who have gone before them. Some are still alive, breathing in ragged gasps and blinking slowly. Some of the animals' hearts are still beating five to 10 minutes after they are skinned. One investigator recorded a skinned raccoon dog on the heap of carcasses who had enough strength to lift his bloodied head and stare into the camera.

Pledge to go fur-free at

This is very disturbing video of raccoon dogs and foxes being skinned alive. It is horrifying to see a completely conscious raccoon dog moving about for a good 5 to 10 minutes after being completely skinned alive. Why can't they at least bother to make sure the animal is dead before skinning them? Absolutely cruel, inhumane and barbaric!

If you see someone wearing fur you might want to remind them of the torture the animal had to endure.
In this Beijing News report, half the raccoon dogs and foxes were skinned alive.

Further memories of drafting the 80's and meat is murder (yet fur is worse)!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Follow the trail

When will it end?

Hillary Clinton is a monster Humpty Dumpty by ~ravencrown

The First Ladies by ~xelalex42

Mein Fuhrer update for Buzz Saw:
Hitlery is wearing a flag pin so she must be patriotic.

Edgar's Toilet weighs in.

Another Hitlery update for Buzz Saw:

Hitler-ly Clinton by ~Ultraloco

Another breaking news update!
Yes, I shall encounter my 20th High School reunion this year and I'm not so sure if I want to partake in it having been forwarded this YouTube video that reminds me how much I hated it (nope, I'm not one of those asshats in the audience).

My version:

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Hello Kitty fights flab and such

Plus, after pounding the shuttlecock with their pussy emblazoned playthings, they can quickly check that all important body fat count with another cat-friendly contrivance.

Tea Party

Tea Party III by ~xmansonx

Not exactly the sort of tea party I had in mind, but the combination of tea, fishnets, guns and cats in this image was compelling (see I'm not an arugula loving, elitist SF Bay Area snob!).

Anyway, I returned to this incredible tea shop in Chinatown today and was reminded once again of how impressive their tea is. Yes, I spent far more money on it than I would prefer, but tea lasts – especially Blest Tea. I’m still enjoying a bag I bought over 6 months ago. They haven’t been around much longer than that, but finally have a “web site”:
I highly recommend the Honey Green and Milk Oolong.

This afternoon I was happy to discover my tea fortune was Buddha.
Society's Punch_02 by ~caspash13lds

Friday, April 18, 2008

Tanuki Koi!


It’s a flying tanuki crushing a hunter under the weight of its mammoth testicles.

More Kage-e at Pink Tentacle

Saturday, April 12, 2008

How to eat well in spite of it all

via Found in Mom's Basement: Vintage ad for Kraft mac & cheese resigns itself to 1975's crappy economy
Tonight's dinner doesn't have to look like today's economy.

Regarding eating well I would like to point you in this direction.

Given the degree of the overall SHTF, I've found it necessary to remain in Hillary Ignore mode.