Got a costume party to go to but no costume? Here are some quick ideas!
Facebook – Cut eye holes in a book. Attach to face.
An Undercover Cop – Wear normal clothes. Ask a lot of probing questions.
Christmas Carolers – Travel in a group. Sing Christmas songs.
A Vegan Vampire – Wear fangs and patchouli. Carry V8.
Swine Flu – Wear a trash bag and a snout. Slip some eye drops in the punch bowl.
The Invisible Man – Don’t show up. Later, insist that you were there.
Who knew the French were capable of this much mayhem?
I blogged a while back on Garfield Without Garfield, which removes all animals from the Garfield comic, leaving a lonely, depressed, and possibly schizophrenic Jon Arbuckle.
While talking about this site with a friend a while back, he told me about Joe Mathlete Explains Today’s Marmaduke, which explains in far to much detail the day’s Marmaduke comic. Sometimes, the explanation is, “Marmaduke is an asshole.”
This led me to search for some other sites that make fun of lame comics. Here are my finds:
Lasagna Cat – People dress up in costumes and act out bad Garfield strips, with rim shots and canned laughter at the end.
The Nietzsche Family Circus – A Family Circus strip paired with a random quote from Friedrich Nietzsche.
The Marmaduke Project – A site that pretty much just makes fun of Marmaduke, although in more creative ways than the one above.
Note: I found some other explanation sites, but they simply weren’t funny, so I did not list them here.
It’s that time of year again! Culture Club campaigning has just begun at PlattForm! For those who don’t know, each year, PF employees elect a group of individuals to help keep the atmosphere here fun and engaging. This group plans activities and social events, both in and outside of work.
I’m not running, but I’m managing a campaign for one of my co-workers, Dan Carr. Here are the posters I came up with:
Tasteless? Probably.
In other news, I think I’m coming down with something. I went home early on Friday and laid down for the remainder of the day. I laid down most of Saturday and after church on Sunday. I had an abnormal amount of trouble getting up this morning. I just asked today, and that was the first symptom that my co-workers had when they recently got sick. Sigh.
I’m the kind of person who really doesn’t like car commercials. If they’re entertaining, sure, but they scarcely are. On top of that, you don’t really learn a lot about the cars. There are those ridiculous ads where big trucks carry even bigger trucks up big hills and stuff like that, but I really have no idea what it would be like to actually own one of them.
So I decided to make my own car ads—ads that speak the truth. Here’s what I came up with.
Sesame Street has changed a bit since I watched it. (You might not want to play this through your speakers at work.)
We have a new addition to the Gregory household:
That’s right. It’s a cactus.
Anyway, a few days after we got it, we found this:
It’s a little hard to see in that picture. It’s on the right side of the cactus. You see that? It’s cat fur.
I immediately suspected Zoey, given his late dealings with Tilly—but I’ve never seen Zoey jump up on the kitchen counter, and to the little buddy’s credit, he has been making strides to improve brain function, so I don’t think he’d try to make friends with a cactus.
Tilly had a good alibi (she was hiding in the closet the entire week), and she’s deathly afraid of anything that’s not a human or food, so her involvement with the cactus is highly unlikely.
That leaves one suspect, however unlikely: Franny. A quick visit to the Gregory lab determined that the white fur came from our only white cat, Franny. This was the last piece of evidence we needed—but we still needed a motive.
Here’s what we pieced together: It was a crime of passion. Zoey, Franny’s lover by lack of options, has turned all of his attention to the new cat on the scene, Tilly. Franny, driven mad with jealousy, threw herself into an abusive relationship with a cactus. After courting the cactus and martyring herself with it, Zoey’s ongoing refusal to leave Tilly’s side resulted in Franny’s eventual rage against the cactus, onto which she projected all of her feelings of hatred and rejection.
Mind you, she hasn’t actually committed the crime yet. But when she does, we’ll be ready!
Now that it’s been a month or so that we got Tilly, it’s actually quite ridiculous that she will not accept that our other cats do not want to eat her. She still freaks out any time they come near. The repercussions of this are a story for another time, though, because I need to tell the story of how we’re keeping the cats apart.
They claim to actually be the campaign office for the Obama campaign.
