Tonight’s dinner –
Fresh squeezed lemonade, red beans and rice, cornbread (low fat – sweet, made with applesauce) and greens with basalmic dressing.
(or, if you’re Newt, 37 pieces of kibble)
Pretty carby, but I’m craving comfort food that’s easy to make.
What I’d *really*like is some vegetarian shepherds pie, and a cold beer, but one works with the ingredients at hand. (plus, SP takes me an hour to make…it’s worth it, I can eat off of it for a week.. but I’m Scotto the lazyman tonight.)
Boong Ga Boong Ga is a Japanese arcade game where you physically jam a big cartoon finger into the plastic replica of a woman’s butt, and watch the screen as her animated face contorts with surprise and, uh, whatever.
http://www.geocities.co.jp/Hollywood/8943/boong/
You’ll also see what are allegedly the game’s mascots in costume form: a big foam hand with extended finger and a walking turd.
(And in passing, I should note that below that is a mascot from a Japanese Playstation 2 video game, where you control a vacuum cleaner and try to pull the shorts off of monkeys. The game is available in the United States, though only for Japanese-made PS2s.)
There’s a tamer variation intended for the U.S. called “Spank ‘Em!” where you spank the plastic butt instead. The images below are flyers from the manufacturer; the second is in English and well worth looking at. In “Spank ‘Em!” you get to spank all sorts of villainous types, including ex-boy/girlfriends, con artists, and of course child molesters. Ah, the relaxing joys of videogaming!
http://www.retrogames.com/images/boonga.jpg
http://www.retrogames.com/images/boonga-e.jpg
simpsons rating selector I match –
Rank #1 equals the best match
Your Results LJ, y’all. http://www.trusecure.com/html/tspub/hypeorhot/rxalerts/tsa01024_cid177.shtml http://slashdot.org/articles/01/09/18/151203.shtml http://www.sarc.com/avcenter/venc/data/w32.nimda.a@mm.html * If you’ve ever forwarded a non-serious virus alert, especially one that mentions IBM and AOL, and tells you to forward it to everyone you know, well, then you already know how I feel about those. Shared via Got a ceramic goose? Want to dress it up like a cop? I thought so. (Note – the costume is the only thing being sold, as it does not come with the goose. I suppose you have to supply your own..I suppose it would fit on a flesh and feathers goose, too, if you’ve got one?) Apparently she makes a lot of different outfits – has dutch children’s clothes, a nun, a doctor and a few others. Sort of surreal…Is this a market that I’ve just never heard anything about? I’m not sure if I should admire her handiwork, laugh, or run in fear of the animals dressing as would men. {update} The Goose is talking to me. I can hear him. He knows all the laws I’ve broken and have never been caught for. *breaking into a cold sweat, as eyes become beady… brushes the chalk ‘M’ off of my shoulder. goonies term of the day. That is all. quagmire (KWAG-mire; KWAHG-), noun: Quagmire is from quag, a dialectical variant of quake (from Old English cwacian) + mire, from Old Norse myrr, “a swamp.” Lots of road construction out and about today, with piles of wet sand all over and splashy rain puddles to boot. although it was a little rough going, I enjoyed it and didn’t think of the roaming as a trudge, but more of a “rough terrain experience.” I’m glad I was wearing my beat-up birks… they needed to be rinsed off and left by the back doorstep due to all the mud and assorted yucka. rara avis (RAR-uh AY-vis) noun, plural rarae aves (RAR-ee AY-veez) A rare person or thing. From Latin rara (rare) avis (bird). I find myself thinking about my sweetheart all the time… I can hardly believe that we’ve known each other about a year now… it seems like just the other day we’d just fallen in love. I still catch my breath when I see her, and feel my heart skip a beat when her voice touches my ear. She really is all things beautiful to me… her soul, her mind, her heart, her body… they all are possessed of such wondrous and appealing properties that I can hardly express my emotion. I love her so much! Even when I go on walkies alone, she’s still with me, sharing the view, holding my hand, smiling and observing the world with me… she truly is a part of me. *happiness*
# 1 Dr. Hibbert
# 2 Apu
# 3 Lionel Hutz
# 4 Ned Flanders
# 5 Reverend Lovejoy
Apologies to the muthaship.
Now this is what I want you all to do:
If you got faults, defects or shortcomings,
You know, like arthritis, rheumatism or migraines,
Whatever part of your body it is,
I want you to lay it on the LJ, let the vibes flow through.
Funk not only moves, it can re-move, dig?
The desired effect is what you get
When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship.
Sir Lollipop Man! Chocolate coated, freaky and and habit forming.
Doin’ it to you in 3-D,
So groovy that I dig me.
Once upon a time called Now!
Somebody say, “Is there funk after death?”
I say, “Is Seven Up?”
Yeah, P.Funk!Serious Virus Alert: NIMDA
from http://www.whowouldbuythat.com
Fart Knocker
word of the day, and a reflection on my morning walkies. (Def 1), and my sweetheart, (def 2)
1. Soft, wet, miry land that shakes or yields under the feet.
2. A difficult or precarious position or situation; a predicament.
