It’s a busy day here in the Research and Innovation department at Tucows,
so here’s a series of terribly cute dog photos (not mine; I just found
them) to tide you over until the “real” entry for the day gets written:
Click the photo to see the full-size version.
T minus three days!
A scene from last Thursday at the charity event during which I enjoyed more than my fair share of drinks:
Me: Yeah, she’s flying up here Friday evening, and I’m taking her out to Crush for dinner on Saturday.
Her: [Her boyfriend] is soooooo dead! Just one time a year — One! Time! A! Year! — I would just like him to do something romantic…
[approximately five minutes of her ranting and my silent nodding deleted for brevity]
Learn from this, attached gentlemen. Stay out of the doghouse and make reservations while there’s still time.
As for you unattached local guys, she’s pretty and might be available soon…
We’ve been working on some pretty ambitious plans here at work, so posting on my work blogs, The Farm and IndieGameDev
has been rather light as of late. However, that’s not the case anymore
— give them a look if you’ve been waiting for new articles!
My parents are looking over the brunch menu for the wedding. Believe you me, the choices are exquisite!
There’s more of this at Engrish.com.
This reminds me of a joke a waiter here in Chinatown told me:
Q: How do we know that Adam and Eve weren’t Chinese?
A: They ate the apple and not the snake.
Deenster turns thirty-two today. She’s doing a little reflecting, saying that “every passage of time reflected on involves re-imagining the person you want to be.”
I think I can help in that department. You see, Gentle Reader, Deenster has long had a fear of Mr. David Hasselhoff, star of Knight Rider and Baywatch and rock idol in Germany (I don’t understand it either; perhaps it’s sort of like that thing the French have for Jerry Lewis).
Deenster, how can you fear this man? Without him, we wouldn’t have “Legolas” from the Lord of the Rings movies! We’d still have communism! You shouldn’t fear this man; you should welcome him into your heart.
Deenster, Gary, K.I.T.T. and David. This has “sitcom” written all over it.
So, for your birthday, I present to you a cure for your fear. Confront that demon, Deenster: click this link [may not be safe for work — Speedo zoom-in action] and face the Inifinite Hasselhoff Recursion until he scares you no more.
Happy Birthday, Deenster!
[via Bacon and Eh’s] The headline says it all: Sherry Enema Kills Man.
I’ve been sorting through my technology trunk and found a couple of
goodies for which I have no use.Drop me a line if you’re interested:
PlayStation 2. It was given to me for Christmas, but it doesn’t fit the
new, slim-profile PS2. It looks like the remote control in the Mad Catz PS2 Starter Kit. Claimed!
I
assume that they’re in working order (the RAM should be — it’s never
been used, outside of some possible QA testing at Apple).
