DNC Space Rectums – Know The Signs!

Yes, boys and girls. It’s that time again. it’s time to clean out the Photos For WordPress file. And because I have nothing to say today. Odd, that.

Here:

I can’t imagine why I saved that. I don’t surf on water. Oh! It moves! What a doofus!

This one – I can remember why I saved it. I got it from Last Of The few.

And this one – I don’t know.

I like the one above. It’s obviously posed, but the guy has such a genuine look of apprehension on his face!

This – teeth!

Likewise, I believe these two have really nice teeth:

This one was labeled WTF. I can’t imagine why.

You can make this thing yourself. Just procure one large Heavy Ion Collider, and…

And finally: “I say, Lovey!”

How I Keep Track Of The Space Twats Of Ecstasy

If you’re really into space crap, like NASA and the ESA and similar such stuff, you’ll know that Space Twats obey the laws of physics just the same as meteors falling from the sky or Liberals falling from buildings in self-inflicted doom. I just do the math and ta-dah! – location, location, location.

Here. This is a simple example. Go to The ESA Cassini-Huygens site – right here. Now click on the “Where is Cassini now?” menu item on the right sidebar. You should get this:

Now hit one of those “run” thingys in the photo inset and watch the li’l asteroids and moons (and Cassini, of course) go ’round and ’round. Cool, huh? Those relative locations are accurate!

This is how I can tell with unerring accuracy where Cassini will be at any time.

Well, I do the same for Space Twats. But I’m not allowed to show you the software because it’s patented and , besides, it might be imaginary!

But that Saturn orbital thingy is damned cool, isn’t it?

There are also other things at this site, like articles about Cassini “tasting” Enceladus’ farts. They taste like chicken, allegedly.

Space Twats (And Lightning) Kill 52 Cows! DNC In Denial!

Here’s an interesting article. It took place in San Jose, Uruguay.

No, wait – it’s not that interesting. Matter of fact, it’s downright dull. But it has picture:

I’m thinkin’ barbecue, but that’s just me.

Apparently these cows all lined up against a fence and trembled and shivered in fear (as cows do, I guess) because there was a lightning storm.

Up against a fence.

A metal-wired fence.

Metal.

Then the lightning struck and electrocuted them all in one long bovine chorus line.

If you believe the story. I kinda doubt it. But I’m a skeptical McGoo.

I believe it was Space Twats. They’re everywhere. See here, here, and here. That proves it.

Yesterday my cousin and I did some more siding. here it is:

All we have left are the gable ends and the top 1 1/2 rows on the four sides. ‘Bout 2 Square more – as they say in the vernacular.

Then it’s soffit time, fascia time, and then gutter time; then I’m basically done until Spring landscaping time.

Weiner Extensions, And DNC Intellectual Shortcomings!

Hi! That post title should get me a lot of spam links. Or get me treated like spam. Maybe WordPress will suspend the blog again!?!

I saw this over at Science Daily – where the deer and the antelope play.

ScienceDaily (Jan. 16, 2008) — A research team led by Dr. Richard Behringer at MD Anderson Cancer Center reports that they have successfully switched the mouse Prx1 gene regulatory element with the Prx1 gene regulatory region from a bat — and although these two species are separated by millions of years of evolution — the resulting transgenic mice displayed abnormally long forelimbs.

They then switched the mouse Wnr-18 gene with that of a bull elephant and the resulting mice died of exsanguination or hypovolemia when they got mighty woodies.

And in another story from Science Daily (where the rubber meets the road):

Here is an interesting blerb on dope paraphernalia: ancient bongs! Naa – just kidding. They’re pipes and such.

And in case you were wondering where I was all day yesterday (I know you weren’t) – well, check this out.

The before photo:

And after (but not finished):

Yes – I was busy yesterday. And – no – that is not McGoo in there. That is my cousin, who knows vast amounts about siding. Me … not so much.

*Ahem* And notice – the overhead lights are on inside the building – strongly implying that power has been routed and wired to the garage! Yay! Did that last week. All internal wiring is finished (except for the three 220V outlets – haven’t bought the outlets yet, as I’m not sure which style to get).

I figure I’ll be essentially finished with the garage/shop in about a week. Then I can rest for a few weeks and see if my shoulder joints and elbow joints and bursa (is that the plural for bursa?) are going to ever recover from this effort.

Then I can start fiddling around indoors over the winter. The finished basement needs a dab of gentle remodeling.

Soyuz Returns To Earth – Just Like When Your Parents Were Dating!

C’mon, folks! We have got to do better than this!

This is from a story in Science-Reuters – which is one of them thar Euro companies. They probably speak with funny accents.

It’s a trifle of a story; nothing really. Just our heroic and brilliant astronauts being brought home in a fucking circa 1970 space capsule with a fucking parachute tied to it like some kind of god-damned pre-teen bicycle decoration from the Fifties like when Eisenhower was President!!!!!

This is ridiculous! It’s 2008, folks! The space shuttle itself is as obsolete as my stereo amplifier, but it lands with wings – like, in flying! We’re supposed to be flying!

Instead, we’re hitching rides with the Ruskies in Apollo-type spam-in-a-can capsules, like we were 3rd-class peasants come home from market!?!

We need to blow up all our enemies so we can use the excess money we’re now spending (while not blowing them up) on upgrades to our space program. We are a laughingstock! The Indians are on the way to the friggin’ Moon, as I speak, folks! Yeah – they’re getting there with rockets, but they’re NEW rockets.

Gak.

Ever wonder why your dog doesn’t like music? Me neither.

But these folks did, and may be hot onto the trail of the answer. I can’t say for certain because I didn’t read the article. What? You want me to do everything?

That guy looks like John Denver.

He was born from his mother

At a very early age.

that’s just how it’s done in America.

…

This is a silly photo. I know it is because I’m gonna go find one. Back in a flash. Yep. Here:

I think the soapsuds really makes a statement.

Wow. Now is the moment when I would have to grit my teeth and …

Teeth!

Ah! Here:

How ’bout them choppers? Nothin’ wrong here. The last two photos are from Break.com – of course.

The Indians Show The Japanese How Its Done!

Yes, boys and girls, India has a space program, just like Japan, China, and (of course) the US/British/EU efforts. And all those other folks too.

But India’s stuff really, really works. (Are you listening, Japan?) They don’t dick around.

Yesterday they headed to the Moon. Read about it here before WordPress turns me off again!

Hmmm. Three posts today. Didn’t I say I was tired of this shit? Yeah, right. But it’s raining, so I can’t work outside!

Christ, I am wishy-washy recently. Probably due to a lack of opiates.

My Thoughts Today About The Disposition Of A&A

And here I am – thinking about shit-canning this blog, and then this fascinating tidbit comes up:

Scotch Tape Emits X-Rays!