Monday, August 3, 2009

Watch out boy, she'll chew you up.


She'll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I've seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she's sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you're getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money's the matter, if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far

(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater

I wouldn't if I were you, I know what she can do
She's deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart

(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she's a maneater

Ooooooooooh ooh (Oh oh, here she comes) here she comes
Watch out boy, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes, watch out) she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) Ooh, she'll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) Here she comes, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, watch out) She'll only come out at night, oo
(Oh oh, here she comes) Here she comes, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) the woman is wild
(Oh oh, here she comes) here she comes
Watch out, boy, watch out, boy (Oh oh, here she comes)
Oh watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
(Oh oh, here she comes) Yeah yeah, she's a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes, she's a maneater) She's watching and waiting
(Oh oh, here she comes) Oh, she's a maneater

Hall + Oates = magic

nom nom cat

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Friday, July 31, 2009

To all my party people!



Hangover Cure: Bacon Sandwich


"Bread is high in carbohydrates and bacon is full of protein, which breaks down into amino acids. Your body needs these amino acids, so eating them will make you feel good."

Ms Roberts told The Mirror: "Bingeing on alcohol depletes neurotransmitters too, but bacon contains a high level of aminos which tops these up, giving you a clearer head."


Researchers also found a complex chemical interaction in the cooking of bacon produces the winning combination of taste and smell which is almost irresistible.

The reaction between amino acids in the bacon and reducing sugars in the fat is what provides the sandwich with its appeal.

I hope you don't need it, but incase you do...you can read more about it at the Telegraph.


sizzling bacon via wool&misc tumblr
pork pic via BBlinks

Best of CL: Cow poop

Originally Posted: Mon, 25 May 20:30 EDT

Cow poop


Date: 2009-05-25, 8:30PM EDT


We have cows that keep pooping and it's more than we can handle. Every day there is more cow shit piling up and my husband is starting to panic. He works at Jiffy Mart and doesn't have the time to figure out what to do with all of it. I work too, and I dread coming home each night only to see the cows have pooped another mountain. Please, if you know what can be done about this situation, please let us know as we are at wits end. The stench is becoming unbearable here and I can hardly eat my salad right now as I type this.

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CONGRATS!

CONGRATULATIONS, RYAN! Thanks for sharing your inner most thoughts & feelers with us. It's rare to find someone so open (and honest) with themselves (and others!) You'll make a great dad.

Cheers,
from your buddies at TB

Thursday, July 30, 2009

NSFW: that's dedication

WARNING: NSFW!
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I love comedy more than the next guy, but this to me is, well...it's a bit much. Just imagine having to go down on that, actually no, don't do that. Love the "signed by the artist" on the leg which makes it really, really classy.
More comedic tattoos here at The Laugh Track.

Poem


This poem is not addressed to you. 
You may come into it briefly, 
But no one will find you here, no one. 
You will have changed before the poem will. 

Even while you sit there, unmovable, 
You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. 
The poem will go on without you. 
It has the spurious glamor of certain voids. 

It is not sad, really, only empty. 
Once perhaps it was sad, no one knows why. 
It prefers to remember nothing. 
Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago. 

Your type of beauty has no place here. 
Night is the sky over this poem. 
It is too black for stars. 
And do not look for any illumination. 

You neither can nor should understand what it means. 
Listen, it comes with out guitar, 
Neither in rags nor any purple fashion. 
And there is nothing in it to comfort you. 

Close your eyes, yawn. It will be over soon. 
You will forge the poem, but not before 
It has forgotten you. And it does not matter. 
It has been most beautiful in its erasures. 

O bleached mirrors! Oceans of the drowned! 
Nor is one silence equal to another. 
And it does not matter what you think. 
This poem is not addressed to you.

-Donald Justice


via TB's very own Lil' Sour Apple's blog: What is Imperfect

Maira Kalman, mind reader, arteest

I first saw Maira Kalman's work on one of my favorite blogs, What Possessed Me. I just recently found a series that is close to my own heart: Old fogies. It's like she pulled the thoughts straight from me brainz! Enjoy!




She blogs here.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Won't you be my neighbor?


Dear Neighbor 1:

WTH. When thinking of planting options for your small condo patio, why on Earth did you think three ficus trees + one eucalyptus tree + one bougainvillea plant (that you never prune, ever) were the way to go? I hate you, and I hate cleaning up your giant tree messes. Please trim back before I poison.

Thanks,
M



Dear Neighbor 2:

It's been two days since we've been home. What makes you think that a carport is an appropriate parking space for your busted couch? Please get your shit together.

Thanks,
M

oopsy poopsy

Friday, July 24, 2009

Remember when things were going to be OK?

Damn, I wish this shit was still around. Anyone else remember this radical refreshment??

OK lives on at Markism, PH

OK Soda was a soft drink created by The Coca-Cola Company in 1993 that aggressively courted the Generation X demographic with unusual advertising tactics, including endorsements and even outright negative publicity. It did not sell well in select test markets and was officially declared out of production in 1995 before reaching nation-wide distribution. The drink's slogan was "Things are going to be OK."


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What is OK short for?
The most popular theory is that OK comes from ‘oll korrect’, a deliberately misspelled writing of ‘all correct’. It was popularised in Boston newspapers around the 1840s when it was fashionable to go around spelling things incorrectly for humorous effect. Legend also has it that New York Democrats later adopted the abbreviation to promote their candidate Martin Van Buren – the initials ‘OK’ were derived from his nickname, Old Kinderhook.


Human Bengal Tiger

I'm going to stop turning in rent on the 4th

1980's Serigraph Poster at RO Gallery


Landlord arrested, charged with killing, burying tenant
Police say they nabbed a killer landlord on Tuesday -- one who buried his tenant's body under his home and let it rot for four days before it was discovered. Police discovered the body on July 1 after neighbors complained of a foul smell coming from a home. A search for the smell's source led investigators to a three-foot crawl space beneath the elevated home's floorboards. There, they found the body buried in a shallow grave.

Tigers All The Way, Baby







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