Complete with snackbar!

Tip of the halo to PZ.

Alright, already...

So, I'm playing in a game of Scion, (a tabletop RPG in which the players portray the children of various gods from various mythologies) and for laughs, I ripped off Rich Berlew's brilliant webcomic, the Order of the Stick. (Click images to enlarge).

It started with the need to illustrate the mysterious cause of an explosion:



After that, a title page ensued:

From left to right, they are: Toni, daughter of Ptah; Sabina, daughter of Ares; Violet, daughter of Baron Samedi; Ray, son of Raijin and Mick, son of Poseidon. Oh, and Mick's faithful companion Daxter.

Most recently, and perhaps best of all, was the explanation of Poseidon's potency:

No Evidence

And while we're on the subject of Lolcats:


moar humorous pics

The Truth about Santa

(tip of the santa-hat to PZ Myers)

I can haz rest now?

I'm moving! Yay! But no time to post. Boss Lady is out of town so I get to run the store. Whee. Working 8 days in a row is good times. Yeah. And packing. And our stupid landlord wants to show the apartment WHILE WE'RE STILL IN IT.

Stupid retail holiday and crap. This about says it all: (don't play in a public area)

Suck it, Jesus!

Just a quick blurb tonight. I was never a big watcher of Kathy Griffin until she pissed off the Catholic League during her Emmy speech. Her new special on Bravo recaps the event and is quite funny. Here's a commercial:

Past Life = Aboriginal Watchmaking Bookworm!

PZ got it from Bronze Dog who got it from Randi. Now I have to play with the silly woo-woo machine.

Your past life diagnosis:
I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Australia around the year 1325. Your profession was that of a jeweler or watch-maker.

Hm, an aboriginal watchmaker. I must have made them out of kangaroo bones, crocodile teeth and shiny pebbles! Of Course!

Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Inquisitive, inventive,
you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books.
Talent for drama, natural born actor.

Primitive aboriginal books. Made out of pressed koala ears!

The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
There is an invisible connection between the material and the spiritual
world. Your lesson is to search, find and use this magical bridge.
Do you remember now?

Mmmm, yes, and it will take me to Imaginationland where I get to meet Popeye, Glinda, Jesus and Morpheus! W00t!

Yarr, it be talk like a pirate day

Aye, it do indeed be talk like a pirate day. I wore me best pirate-themed getup, but yar, there were no others to enjoy the festivities with me. The mall were dead as a doornail, and not-a-one were doin' his part to decrease global warming. Scallywags.

Brother Brigstocke's Traveling Secular Salvation Show

This is good stuff. Seriously... okay, this is a stand-up comedian, so with wit and sarcasm as well, but If you don't understand what it means that I'm an atheist, (or if you think you do understand, Mom, Dad,) this might help clue you in.

Start with this:



And then follow up with this:

Last Night, Tomorrow, and the Next Two Days

Saw Lewis Black last night at the LBC (a.k.a Wells Fargo Center for the Arts) on his Red, White and Screwed tour. It was fuckin' awesome. I laughed so hard I thought I might pee. If you don't know who Black is, here's a clip:



Tomorrow, Scion.

Monday, we're going to drive down to Santa Cruz for a romantic two-day getaway in the woods.

Happy Independance Day. :)

Ah, yes, hooray for exploding goodies. As Apu said, "celebrate the birth of your country by blowing up a small part of it."

And hooray for waxing patriotic. I could go on and on, but never so eloquently as so many others before me. And that's usually not enough to stop me, but I'm enjoying my freedom to be lazy, so there.

Instead, watch this. This is my kind of patriotism: