Inspired by a brief but self-satisfied post from the Amish Dude, Tim has come up with the basics of a Blogger Prestige Class for DnD. This warping of the space-geek continuum is so cool it’s -273 degrees Celsius. *snort*
I took the liberty of refining the system a wee bit (my additions are in bold), and here are my stats:
This is for Pepperkat and her geeky friends: The Bible translated to l33t.
[ via Bigwig ]
Whatever you do, do NOT click on the happy little elf guy over on the right. Your fondest childhood memories of Christmas will be ground to a pulp and scattered across the fields of lost youth.
You have been warned.
Update: They’ve gone and identified the sick, twisted minds behind the cast of characters. Just click on one of the so-called “Contributors” to be taken to their home page. Frankly, I am apalled at the otherwise wholesome writers that have been sucked into this perverted den of iniquity. I always thought Gretchen was so sweet…
It’s beginning to look a lot like Monday Mission.
Twenty years from now, some kid will ask: “How come they called it the Orange Blossom Trail? There’s no oranges!”
Another slice of Florida heritage is going away, as the last two orange groves go up for sale.
I wasn’t around to see the great forest of groves that used to be Orange County, but even in my short time in Florida, I’ve noticed the conversion of acres of fruit trees into strip malls and office complexes.
At the height of the Trail’s citrus production in the late 1950s and early ’60s, there were more than 5 million citrus trees and 55,000 acres of groves in Orange County. This year, there are just 867,600 citrus trees on 6,884 acres throughout the county, according to the Florida Agriculture Statistic Service.
I wonder if they’ll rename the Trail after its current number one attraction?
Watch out, kids. Santa has his own blog. It’s good that he’s getting this stuff out of his system (I think), but now it’s turning into a bizarre group blog with everyone from Mrs. Claus to the reindeer demanding equal time.
This is gonna be one sick show…
First it was Arnold jumping into his Terminator boots again. Now, we have Mel tearing across the Outback in a new Mad Max movie. 2003 will be an 80’s icon fest!
I didn’t see the original Mad Max until after the sequel–The Road Warrior. I remember zipping around central Maine with my juvenile deliquent pals in the Road Warrior mobile like it was yesterday… The whole series (including the too-slick Beyond Thunderdome) is a part of my cultural upbringing.
Now I just have to get a new Indiana Jones movie, and all will be right with the world.
[ As seen at BlogCritics ]
This is a really cool writer’s meme: one word. so little time.
You press “GO” and have 60 seconds to write something. Then, you get to see what everyone else wrote. The word of the day gets changed… um… every day, and you can sign up for e-mail notification. It’s pretty cool.
[ via Kat ]
Thought I’d join in on the search term silliness and show you some of the stranger ones hitting my site. After looking though, I think that any of them could be my new tag line!
Solonor.com means “snake strangle picture.”
Solonor.com: We have that “hard to find banned underage sex” you’ve been looking for.
Solonor.com: “We love barney fife!”
Solonor.com: “Where a 13 year old boy can go to have sex in England.”
Solonor.com: Like “a picture of the tse fly”… only bigger and with more “tse.”
Solonor.com: We carry many fine “examples of civil war confederate propaganda.”
Solonor.com: “I am using my dildo now.”
Solonor.com: For all your “scoliosis porn” needs.
