Funny

“I’m the bearded lady! Who are you, one of the freaks?” This explains everything. Apparently those of us that are blessed with beards are deemed to be more credible than our clean shaven brethren. At least that seems to be the case for neat, medium length beards. And unless we’re trying to sell underwear… go figure. I wonder if there’s trust-worthiness scale for beard-type? Inter-webz to the rescue: Please note that my full beard is very trustworthy. My father’s “cop mustache” aka “The Burt Reynolds” is mildly trustworthy. And my brother’s, circa 2000, soul patch put him somewhere between threatening and dangerous.

and their elitist spelling and grammar

Now I want to be professor Claus when I grow up. I wonder where you can find Nietzsche sweaters?

Courtesy of xkcd:

For all of your theological questions, the deity is now on YouTube. Two of my favorite questions are the problem of evil and how do you explain the trinity. Respectively answered in the “Mr. Deity and the Evil” and “Mr. Deity and the Identity Crisis,” below: and ...

I haven’t paid much attention to Sarah Palin in the year since I first heard of her. Okay, periodically I’ve laughed at her. And Palin As President was pretty funny. But last night I was commenting to K that this line from her resignation speech was pure Zen: “In the winter time it’s the frozen road that is competing with the view of ice fogged frigid beauty, the cold though, doesn’t it split the Cheechakos from the Sourdoughs?” ...

you think LOL Possums is a good idea: I’ll take some more pictures tomorrow, including a few of their new-ish, big brother. All of these guys are going back to their regular care taker Monday. They’ve been cute to have around, but I don’t think K is looking for more.

Created by “ the Robot Economist, and for hsarik, it’s Bob Ross and the Joy of Painting Missiles. Click the picture for the full sized image with rotating scenery.

If you haven’t seen World Domination Battle yet, you really need to. I could try to write something profound about how nice it is to see the Internet as a platform for game delivery, but instead I’ll just say that it’s a lot of fun. No matter who your favorite (or least favorite) world leader is – they’re made fun of.

Pat Robertson’s almost 77 years old. Unfortunately, I don’t think the lord will call him home any time soon because it’s just too much fun to lie to him.