There's a certain irony to be found in the fact that after I did an entry about people coming here on misguided searches, I got an influx of traffic from people coming here on misguided searches.
Apparently Technorati keeps an index of words that blog entries are tagged with, and because I used the word "sexy" as part of one of the labels on that entry...well, you can figure out the rest.
I'd apologize to all of the people who came here looking for any amount of sexiness, but I'm not sorry, so there would be little point.
My "Sunday" is rapidly winding to a close, with work looming in the all-too near-future.
I'm sure it will be incredibly slow and boring. However, there will be a lot of food provided, and tomorrow and Friday are both designated as holidays, so I'll be making bank for working.
I will not, however, be having a sexy time.
In any case, Happy Thanksgiving to all of my readers, regardless of whether they're here to actually read the entries or on a misguided search for sexiness.
(As a Thanksgiving gift for all of you who came here from Technorati, I'll go through and add "sexy" to the labels of some of my sexier drawings so that your trip here won't be a total waste. Click on the "sexy" label here and it will take you to them.)
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
The "Holy Crap!" Of The Day: Mythbusters Slash Fiction!
Gay Sex Breaks Out On Mythbusters
The sad part is that with the other chicks long gone from the show there's no one to slash Kari with.
(Not that I let that stop me.)
But hey, as long as I don't have to think about Adam and Jamie going at it, we're good.
The sad part is that with the other chicks long gone from the show there's no one to slash Kari with.
(Not that I let that stop me.)
But hey, as long as I don't have to think about Adam and Jamie going at it, we're good.
Sexy Vacation Pics
No, there aren't actually any sexy vacation pics - or pics of any sort - in this entry.
The title actually refers to a search string that brought someone to Threshold earlier today.
All the way from France, in fact.
I remain sort of baffled by the things that people search for and especially baffled by how those searches lead them here.
I mean, just because Google brings up a site that doesn't mean it's related to what you're looking for. Don't people read any of the excerpted text before they go clicking on links all willy nilly?
When the words you're looking for don't appear together contiguously, that should be a clue that you haven't found what you're looking for.
I suppose I shouldn't complain about people coming here as the result of oddball searches, though, as those poor search skills do increase my hit count.
Unfortunately those random searches seldom lead to repeat visitors so they don't do much for me other than provide fodder for pointless entries that nobody's going to read anyway because once they get here they'll see that there are no sexy vacation pics to be found, just the boring ramblings of some guy who doesn't even go on real vacations, sexy or otherwise.
The title actually refers to a search string that brought someone to Threshold earlier today.
All the way from France, in fact.
I remain sort of baffled by the things that people search for and especially baffled by how those searches lead them here.
I mean, just because Google brings up a site that doesn't mean it's related to what you're looking for. Don't people read any of the excerpted text before they go clicking on links all willy nilly?
When the words you're looking for don't appear together contiguously, that should be a clue that you haven't found what you're looking for.
I suppose I shouldn't complain about people coming here as the result of oddball searches, though, as those poor search skills do increase my hit count.
Unfortunately those random searches seldom lead to repeat visitors so they don't do much for me other than provide fodder for pointless entries that nobody's going to read anyway because once they get here they'll see that there are no sexy vacation pics to be found, just the boring ramblings of some guy who doesn't even go on real vacations, sexy or otherwise.
A Chick Tract Featuring Reed Richards? 'Nuff Said!
This Chick-style tract featuring the leader of the Fantastic Four is pretty damned funny, but I'm not sure that "Lee and Chick" has quite the same ring as "Lee and Kirby" does...
Check it out here.
Check it out here.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
This Entry Is Deliberately Retarded
I was checking out some online tutorials to try to learn a few new tricks and techniques today, and one of them discussed the creation of star fields and nebulae.
I was playing around with it a little and realized that the end result of one attempt reminded me of something.
As a consequence of drawing pictures of celebrities I spend a fair amount of time looking for source images.
This means that I end up at a lot of fan sites.
I've found that a lot of the people who put up and maintain fan sites are also aspiring Web developers and graphic designers who have chosen to combine their interest in design with their interest in a particular celebrity.
The problem with this, especially in the case of the people who aspire to be artists, is that many of them aren't as good at creating things as they are at obsessing over the lives of famous people.
Even so, they try with all of their might to create something worthwhile.
The most common items I've seen created as a result of this attempt at synergy are desktop wallpapers featuring the obsession of choice.
Invariably, no matter who the celeb in question is, or who the fan artist happens to be, the end result is generally pretty much the same.
And that was what I was reminded of when I'd created my little star field: it looked exactly like the sort of star fields that are the backdrop to a good 55% of the fan-made celebrity desktop wallpapers out there.
After realizing that I felt kind of retarded. I mean, this star field I'd made was the equivalent of putting a "page curl" on a Web page circa 1997. This was the sort of thing that clueless retards think looks cool but which really looks tacky and dated.
So I thought, "In for Borderline Retardation, in for Profound Retardation," and in the spirit of artistically challenged wallpaper creators everywhere, I decided to make my own retarded desktop wallpaper.
Check it out here.
I have to say that it's pretty retarded, though the sad thing is that while I made it retarded on purpose there are lots of wallpapers out there that are much, much more retarded and they weren't intended to be so.
Now, I've been pretty mean to some of the fans out there who engage in a lot of hard work putting up and maintaining sites that I frequently leech material from, and I really shouldn't be so mean to them.
But I am anyway.
I was playing around with it a little and realized that the end result of one attempt reminded me of something.
As a consequence of drawing pictures of celebrities I spend a fair amount of time looking for source images.
This means that I end up at a lot of fan sites.
I've found that a lot of the people who put up and maintain fan sites are also aspiring Web developers and graphic designers who have chosen to combine their interest in design with their interest in a particular celebrity.
The problem with this, especially in the case of the people who aspire to be artists, is that many of them aren't as good at creating things as they are at obsessing over the lives of famous people.
Even so, they try with all of their might to create something worthwhile.
The most common items I've seen created as a result of this attempt at synergy are desktop wallpapers featuring the obsession of choice.
Invariably, no matter who the celeb in question is, or who the fan artist happens to be, the end result is generally pretty much the same.
And that was what I was reminded of when I'd created my little star field: it looked exactly like the sort of star fields that are the backdrop to a good 55% of the fan-made celebrity desktop wallpapers out there.
After realizing that I felt kind of retarded. I mean, this star field I'd made was the equivalent of putting a "page curl" on a Web page circa 1997. This was the sort of thing that clueless retards think looks cool but which really looks tacky and dated.
So I thought, "In for Borderline Retardation, in for Profound Retardation," and in the spirit of artistically challenged wallpaper creators everywhere, I decided to make my own retarded desktop wallpaper.
Check it out here.
I have to say that it's pretty retarded, though the sad thing is that while I made it retarded on purpose there are lots of wallpapers out there that are much, much more retarded and they weren't intended to be so.
Now, I've been pretty mean to some of the fans out there who engage in a lot of hard work putting up and maintaining sites that I frequently leech material from, and I really shouldn't be so mean to them.
But I am anyway.
Quick Entry
I woke up this morning, looked at my clock and saw that it was around 8:00, said, “Make it 9:00 and you have a deal,” then promptly went back to sleep for about an hour and half, thereby failing to uphold my end of the bargain.
Oh well.
That was, however, a lot of sleep for me, as I’d called it a night pretty early last night.
Once I did get up, though, I started moving around a little more quickly than usual, showering, shaving, dressing, and heading out into the world within a little an hour after rising.
I was heading to Wal-Mart pick up a few things. I stopped at Chick-fil-A for an early lunch first, then got my shopping in and was home by noon.
After that I went for a short walk around the neighborhood, and now here I am, writing this.
I’ve decided to just call it a miss (for the time being) on finishing that picture I started back in October and just move on and start working on other things, so I suppose I should get started on the picture I’ve decided to do.
Oh well.
That was, however, a lot of sleep for me, as I’d called it a night pretty early last night.
Once I did get up, though, I started moving around a little more quickly than usual, showering, shaving, dressing, and heading out into the world within a little an hour after rising.
I was heading to Wal-Mart pick up a few things. I stopped at Chick-fil-A for an early lunch first, then got my shopping in and was home by noon.
After that I went for a short walk around the neighborhood, and now here I am, writing this.
I’ve decided to just call it a miss (for the time being) on finishing that picture I started back in October and just move on and start working on other things, so I suppose I should get started on the picture I’ve decided to do.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Afterthought
I forgot to mention in the previous post that, in looking at some of the other results people get when their Web searches lead them here, I discovered that there is a Wikipedia entry on Bikini Cavegirl.
It's rather incomplete and poorly-written, but even that is more than the movie actually deserves.
It's rather incomplete and poorly-written, but even that is more than the movie actually deserves.
This Entry Has No Title
My mom has gotten word that the tissue received from my dad has helped a total of 115 people.
Most notably, there are two women who are now able to see thanks to my dad’s eyes.
So that’s all pretty cool, and my dad would have been glad to know that he managed to help so many people.
I’m glad that so many people could be helped, and it’s good to know that in this way my dad lives on, but I’m selfish enough to wish that my dad were just alive instead.
Ah well.
As was mentioned, I didn’t do much yesterday. Mostly I waited for A&E to finish with the back-to-back episodes of 24 and their airing of Philadelphia and get on with airing episodes of Sell This House so that I could get my Tanya Memme fix.
Once it finally got started, though, I found myself torn between watching Tanya, watching this cheesy but still kind of cool mockumentary on Animal Planet called Prehistoric Park in which the basic idea was that time-travel technology was being used to capture live specimens of extinct animals using Walking With Dinosaurs style CGI, and an episode of Iron Chef America on Food Network that featured Iron Chefs Bobby Flay and Mario Batali squaring off with help from special guests Rachael Ray and Giada De Laurentis.
For the Iron Chef thing I wasn’t paying much attention to Flay vs. Batali, as I was most interested in seeing Giada vs. Rachael Ray.
Giada was paired with Flay, Rachael was with Batali.
Of course, because I was flipping back and forth between three shows I missed out on seeing who actually won.
Still, the most interesting moment came when the Flay/De Laurentis team was being judged.
Among the judges was former Daily Show correspondent Mo Rocca, who made some amusing comments, most notably when he warned one of the other judges who was being especially critical of one of her dishes about the fact that Giada is Italian, at which point Giada agreed, made a crazy face and began making a stabbing motion.
It was a Crazy Hot Italian Moment!
Mo also earned himself some love by making a joke about whether or not Italian cops eat the Italian donuts that Giada had made. This got her to laugh – which made her look just as crazy as she did when “pretending” to be psycho – and to give him a hug.
Anyway, the show was noteworthy inasmuch as it’s about as close as I’m likely to get to seeing Giada and Rachael clad in bikinis and locked in combat in a kid’s pool full of oil (EVOO, of course).
And for the record, my money would be on Giada, as you can never underestimate the power of crazy.
Once that was over I turned my full attention back on Tanya and the house staging. I like the home improvement related shows, but I really don’t think Sell This House would be as interesting if it weren’t for Tanya and her various outfits.
Still, I am amazed at the wide-range of asking prices for hones across the country. Some seem amazingly low compared to NoVA, while others just make you wonder how anyone can possibly afford them.
I mean, there was this townhouse in Brooklyn that was selling for $825,000. It was a house that would probably sell for half as much around here. It wasn’t in a “ritzy” neighborhood, and apart from just being relatively spacious it didn’t have much going for it to justify a price like that.
It was basically just a standard house in the suburbs, a nice middle-class house.
So given that it wasn’t like it would appeal to the upper-class, who is the homebuyer that can afford to buy a place like that? Is the average income in that area really high enough to support a mortgage like that?
I don’t get it. I mean, there has to come a point when prices are just too high for even upper middle class people to afford, yet are not nice enough for the truly wealthy to bother with.
But whatever.
Somewhere along the line yesterday I realized that I wasn’t going to cook anything and that I didn’t want pizza, so I was going to have to venture out into the world.
This meant venturing only so far as my car and then taking that through a McDonald’s drive-through, but it’s a lot more venturing that I was in the mood for.
It made me kind of miss living in Ashburn where everything was a lot closer than it is where I’m living now. I mean, I had a grocery store and several restaurants just across the street, and the McDonald’s was a much closer drive.
Oh well.
This morning I ventured out again and did some grocery shopping. That was about as exciting as it always is.
Afterwards I watched the movie Jesus Camp, which I had downloaded the other night.
It was pretty disturbing to watch these kids being subjected to standard brainwashing techniques employed by groups that would be classified as cults by Christians – and to see the people doing the brainwashing be totally unapologetic for that fact. That they’re using the same tactics as “the enemy” doesn’t concern them in the slightest. They’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals.
(Like Jack T. Chick, who by his own admission was inspired to create comic tracts based on the success that the Communist party had in China by using tracts. Some Chick tracts actually had cameo appearances in the movie.)
Of course, despite being genuinely terrifying, the movie did have some moments of pure comedy, such as the assembly in Christian Rap was being performed. There was just something so funny about hearing some white kids who would make Pat Boone look like Tupac engaging in some hardcore rapping.
After all, JC is the OG.
We all kickin’ it for Christ, indeed.
(Jack wouldn’t have approved of the use of Christian Rock and Rap music, by the way. Christian popular music is just one of the Devil’s tricks.)
And that was pretty much my day.
Most notably, there are two women who are now able to see thanks to my dad’s eyes.
So that’s all pretty cool, and my dad would have been glad to know that he managed to help so many people.
I’m glad that so many people could be helped, and it’s good to know that in this way my dad lives on, but I’m selfish enough to wish that my dad were just alive instead.
Ah well.
As was mentioned, I didn’t do much yesterday. Mostly I waited for A&E to finish with the back-to-back episodes of 24 and their airing of Philadelphia and get on with airing episodes of Sell This House so that I could get my Tanya Memme fix.
Once it finally got started, though, I found myself torn between watching Tanya, watching this cheesy but still kind of cool mockumentary on Animal Planet called Prehistoric Park in which the basic idea was that time-travel technology was being used to capture live specimens of extinct animals using Walking With Dinosaurs style CGI, and an episode of Iron Chef America on Food Network that featured Iron Chefs Bobby Flay and Mario Batali squaring off with help from special guests Rachael Ray and Giada De Laurentis.
For the Iron Chef thing I wasn’t paying much attention to Flay vs. Batali, as I was most interested in seeing Giada vs. Rachael Ray.
Giada was paired with Flay, Rachael was with Batali.
Of course, because I was flipping back and forth between three shows I missed out on seeing who actually won.
Still, the most interesting moment came when the Flay/De Laurentis team was being judged.
Among the judges was former Daily Show correspondent Mo Rocca, who made some amusing comments, most notably when he warned one of the other judges who was being especially critical of one of her dishes about the fact that Giada is Italian, at which point Giada agreed, made a crazy face and began making a stabbing motion.
It was a Crazy Hot Italian Moment!
Mo also earned himself some love by making a joke about whether or not Italian cops eat the Italian donuts that Giada had made. This got her to laugh – which made her look just as crazy as she did when “pretending” to be psycho – and to give him a hug.
Anyway, the show was noteworthy inasmuch as it’s about as close as I’m likely to get to seeing Giada and Rachael clad in bikinis and locked in combat in a kid’s pool full of oil (EVOO, of course).
And for the record, my money would be on Giada, as you can never underestimate the power of crazy.
Once that was over I turned my full attention back on Tanya and the house staging. I like the home improvement related shows, but I really don’t think Sell This House would be as interesting if it weren’t for Tanya and her various outfits.
Still, I am amazed at the wide-range of asking prices for hones across the country. Some seem amazingly low compared to NoVA, while others just make you wonder how anyone can possibly afford them.
I mean, there was this townhouse in Brooklyn that was selling for $825,000. It was a house that would probably sell for half as much around here. It wasn’t in a “ritzy” neighborhood, and apart from just being relatively spacious it didn’t have much going for it to justify a price like that.
It was basically just a standard house in the suburbs, a nice middle-class house.
So given that it wasn’t like it would appeal to the upper-class, who is the homebuyer that can afford to buy a place like that? Is the average income in that area really high enough to support a mortgage like that?
I don’t get it. I mean, there has to come a point when prices are just too high for even upper middle class people to afford, yet are not nice enough for the truly wealthy to bother with.
But whatever.
Somewhere along the line yesterday I realized that I wasn’t going to cook anything and that I didn’t want pizza, so I was going to have to venture out into the world.
This meant venturing only so far as my car and then taking that through a McDonald’s drive-through, but it’s a lot more venturing that I was in the mood for.
It made me kind of miss living in Ashburn where everything was a lot closer than it is where I’m living now. I mean, I had a grocery store and several restaurants just across the street, and the McDonald’s was a much closer drive.
Oh well.
This morning I ventured out again and did some grocery shopping. That was about as exciting as it always is.
Afterwards I watched the movie Jesus Camp, which I had downloaded the other night.
It was pretty disturbing to watch these kids being subjected to standard brainwashing techniques employed by groups that would be classified as cults by Christians – and to see the people doing the brainwashing be totally unapologetic for that fact. That they’re using the same tactics as “the enemy” doesn’t concern them in the slightest. They’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals.
(Like Jack T. Chick, who by his own admission was inspired to create comic tracts based on the success that the Communist party had in China by using tracts. Some Chick tracts actually had cameo appearances in the movie.)
Of course, despite being genuinely terrifying, the movie did have some moments of pure comedy, such as the assembly in Christian Rap was being performed. There was just something so funny about hearing some white kids who would make Pat Boone look like Tupac engaging in some hardcore rapping.
After all, JC is the OG.
We all kickin’ it for Christ, indeed.
(Jack wouldn’t have approved of the use of Christian Rock and Rap music, by the way. Christian popular music is just one of the Devil’s tricks.)
And that was pretty much my day.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Nothing To See Here
I got up late this morning, then proceeded to make up for lost time by sitting around doing nothing.
I've seriously done jack today, and am not really in the mood to do anything else, so check back tomorrow if you want to see an actual entry.
I've seriously done jack today, and am not really in the mood to do anything else, so check back tomorrow if you want to see an actual entry.
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