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Presidential Candidate Action Figure meets the press:

John’s Posse:

I wonder if the other side says a prayer and the Pledge of Allegiance while waiting for their candidate to arrive. No, seriously…I do wonder. Anyone ever been?

There was a surprisingly large Huckabee faction on the road leading to the venue (I’m sure they were kept there). McCain spoke admiringly about Huckabee.

He came in on the theme music Johnny B. Good. The coots were singing to it.

For those whose cartoon education is insufficiently broad:

Considering what is going on with the FISA program, and the f*cks in the house voting contempt on Bush aides regarding the canning of dumbass judges instead, and the presidential candidates…..we’re f*cked. The inmates are running the asylum. Totally.
NO leadership anywhere.

I was sitting here fuming at the sheer, bloody audacity of that old fart playing Johnny B Goode.

Then I worked out how old Chuck Berry is.

Dear gods… ’58 was a long while ago.

Eh. I thought Goode had an ‘e’ on the end. I truncated my Google search before checking both spellings.

Yes, I did the math on it, too. It’s entirely age appropriate. <sigh>

PnB – I think that our elected members of our gov’mint have figures out that right now there are no win-win positions to take. Everything is grim.

So they’re doing what they do best – ducking and dodging – hoping the issues will resolve themselves, someone else with a pair of spheres (internally or externally carried) will step forward, or that they can find someone to blame everything on.

The disgusting fucks.

Yay! I’m so glad you went.

That’s American Association of Retired Persons

In San Diego, it was called the American Association of Retarded Persons, but they had to change their name cuz old people had that acronym first dammit.

In San Diego, it was called the American Association of Retarded Persons, but they had to change their name cuz old people had that acronym first dammit.

What’s the difference?

Dammit. I gotta stop going over to pajama mama’s place. Now I’m hungry….

I love feta cheese.

My boss loves Greek salads. But he always points out how much feta cheese looks like baby spit-up.

Then he eats his salad.

It does, Weas. And the scent of feta cheese has been compared to feet that have not seen the light of day in a bit too long.

And I love Greek salads, too.

Argh. Now I have to go eat something.

But he always points out how much feta cheese looks like baby spit-up.

You just had to do that to me didn’t you?
Fine what do I care? Huh? I don’t
*eats four chocolate bars*
Screw all of you! I’m going to blame you for my lack of poundage loss. Bastards! That was my favorite, salad evah!

What’s the difference?

I’m claimin, not much. Whoo, unless you’re my weed smoking thunderbird 85 year old granny holy cow.

You watched Sailor Moon?

“Tuxedo Mask”

I sense an ill-spent youth. Though I’ll admit to several Sailor Moon DVDs running around the house.

They’re, uh, my daughter’s.

If it was an ill-spent youth, it was someone else’s. I was in my thirties when Sailor Moon ran in the States.

But, ummm…yeah. I watched it. I have a TV at my desk.

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Ya know – I think this is the first time I’ve even heard of sailor Moon or Tuxedo Mask. ‘Course I’ve always been a bachelor and avoided kids like the plague. Is it important?

Well, McGoo…I like cartoons. That’s my excuse. But just between you and me, I have a feeling there are a lot of bachelors with a very definite interest in Sailor Moon.

And panty vending machines.

There’s overlap.

Somewhere in the back of my (heh) mind, there is an inkling beginning to twinkle. When it grows to detectable size, it’s probably gonna be another one of those duh moments. I’ll let you know.

Meanwhile – for those with a li’l time on their hands – The Agitator has a bunch of safe-for-work-I-think neato-interesting tidbits posted:

http://www.theagitator.com/2008/02/15/morning-links-19/

Perhaps when President Hillary and Vice President McCain shut down Gitmo and free all of Bush’s abductees, our returning troops can build new lives there, where they will be free to slaughter their own women and children instead of Iraq’s.

From BlameBush!’s Berkeley Supports Our Babykilling Troops.

I was in college when the Powerpuff Girls movie came out. A friend and I went to watch it. There were maybe five kids. The rest were adults, most college-aged. We love us some cartoons!

The photo of San Francisco 1906 is pretty cool. That’s 7000 pixels wide, zoomed all the way in.

Good to see crocodile guy got his hand sewn back on, too.

Yeah – that SF photo is what got me interested. I saved it. Big file, relatively speaking.

Did you notice that the croc guy is not holding up the injured hand? It’s is left hand, laying over there in the background – wrapped up. But I’m glad he’s gonna recover some use of it.

I feel there is a “croc of shit” joke (no doubt in poor taste)in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to think about it right now.

Did you notice that the croc guy is not holding up the injured hand? It’s is left hand, laying over there in the background – wrapped up. But I’m glad he’s gonna recover some use of it.

Yeah I was noticing some dumbass in the comment section thought they’d switched hands. Truly I’m not sure if I’d have my hand sewn back on. I’m wondering if he’d have to take some sort of anti rejection drugs or would his body recognize it as his own? If he had to take the drugs they’re usually immune suppressants, how great would those be on the body after a few years? Why get your hand back if it’s indirectly gonna kill you in the end?

I’d have just let the alligator enjoy his treat I think. And then I’d get a really cool pirate hook. And I’d wear a patch on my eye, oh and then I’d get a parrot.

I don’t think you have a rejection problem with your own flesh. How much mobility he gets back is another question, but they’ve gotten pretty good at rewiring stuff.

I’d want my own hand back, no matter what. I’d go howling insane as an amputee, just dealing with the sensation of something that’s supposed to be there and isn’t.

I hear you on the immune suppression meds, though. My mother had a kidney problem and I did a lot of looking into kidney transplants. It didn’t sound good.

p-m, I don’t think rejection is an issue when its your own part – unless the part is “really most sincerely” dead. Your body recognizes its own.

Right now – as I type with two hands – I’d say I wouldn’t want it back after a croc nom-nom’ed and slobbered on it, but I suspect I’d change my mind if I actually came up one paw short.

But the pirate hook is an attraction. I’m a retired electronics designer and can think of limitless possibilities for an “attachment”. Most of them are vulgar, and not a few would be illegal, of course.

I didn’t mean to pile on ya, p-m! I didn’t see Weaz’ post comin’.

Well this is just great. I’m all curious now and am gonna have to find the answer to that question.

Gosh dangit! I had better things to do today than this, like uh, well, I uh, hell I got nuthin.

*sobs* I can’t believe you piled on me like that steamboat. How could you?

*takes any excuse possible to eat chocolate pretending it’s necessary for my mental health.

hahahaha, this is what I found so far on limb rejection:

It would only be rejected if your insurance coverage
or credit rating were insufficient to promote the
healing of your own ligaments and muscular attachment
points. The Doctor would be more able to inform you
about this, but a credit score of 650 or better is
necessary for limbs to become healthfully reattached
with full functioning and flexibility.

Damn! I’d always heard that you should “protect your good credit and name”, but I never knew it was a matter of life and limb! Jeez!

Twice in the last hour, I’ve gotten Google hits on “retarded squirrel.” No, those words don’t appear together anywhere on the site. They appear separately on the same page, which happens to be the page headed by the photo of croc hand guy.

Spooky.

Is it a kung fu move, or sumpin?

“Yes, Wusshopper, if done correctly, the ‘retarded squirrel’ move has no defense”.”

You get such neat hits, Weaz!

Word to the wise, McGoo: always use “alt” tags in your images, and be thoughtful about what you put in them. A very high percentage of my (admittedly modest) traffic comes from Google image searches.

Anyhow, I’m pretty sure Crapping the Damp Sponge is an effect counter-technique to Retarded Squirrel.

How did you know I was sipping just then, Weaz! Damn you! I forgot about the deadly “Crapping the Damp Sponge” technique of defense.

{And I am now praying that you get a “C the D S” link hit!}

What are “alt” tags – and how do I do what you suggest? There are those “tag” thingy’s at the bottom of the post write window in WP. I always just put whatever comes to mind at that instant in there – irrespective of whether it is related to the post. As a matter of fact, I usually try to pick a tag or two that are completely unrelated to the post subject.

Are you saying this is wrong? Why do I suspect you’re right?

By God! There is a link to Weasels for “Crapping the Damp Sponge”!

I can die happy now!

No image hit, tho 🙁

The topic tags are important, particularly when you’re on a WordPress site. But the tags I’m talking about are the alt= tags in images. They’ve been there from the beginning. They display when someone’s using a browser that doesn’t do pictures, or they’re using some kind of dingus that reads web pages (as for the blind).

Apparently, alt= tags are also partly what Google uses to figure out what images are.

Like, if you upload an image called dampsponge.gif and send it to the editor, the resulting link would look something like
<img id=”image892″ alt=”dampsponge.gif” src=”http://sweasel.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/dampsponge.gif” />

The alt=”dampsponge.gif” is the default. But if you edit that to alt=”a martial arts technique perfected by joe lockart” it gives Google more to work with.

Actually, using informative file names and keeping the default alt= tag is probably good enough.

Yeah, that ‘my friends’ thing is sort of annoying.
So he’s small eh? And he looks like an older version of Paul Simon too, who is also 4′ nothing. Say, you never see them in the same place at the same time…

There was lots of the usual talk about his military experience and invoking of Ronald Reagan.

Zombie Reagan? Or just Regular Reagan?

Never have seen or read any Sailor Moon. My first anime experience was Akira, then Neon Genesis Evangelion, Ghost in the Shell and then I lost interest becasue they started using CG or something. If it doesn’t have giant biomechanical robots piloted by large-eyed children with all sorts of twisted psycho-sexual problems, then, by god, it’s just a giant waste of my time.

Well hell! Nobody told me about all that stuff. That’s easy!

I’m gonna try it next post, Weaz. Thanks!

No image hit? Well, you didn’t have an image attached to crapping the damp etcetera, did you?

I’m gonna go try alt=tag stuff.

Uhm, Weasel, I hate to be the one to tell you about this, but since you’re going to hear about it anyhow, I thought that -strictly as a freind, mind you – I’d tell you and everyone at the same time:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7242930.stm”

Sure, he made the news, but remember it’s all natural for him, and nothing (exactly) to be ashamed of…

Cor, them lawyers work fast….

Try THIS link befores they kills it too!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7242930.stm

I’m sure that the two girls in the picture are, ahem, just visiting for the evening….

Oh, he’s PROUD of that. Thinks he’s a movie star, he does. Yeah. I’m afraid that’s his good side.

I’m pretty sure it’s his backside.

Mr Cooper said: “One day, there was a huge thunderstorm. There were five badgers in this one chamber, all piled on top of each other. And right in the foreground of the camera, a cub of about six or seven months old sat.

“There was a huge clap of thunder – you could hear it rolling down the tunnels and around the chambers – and this little cub pulled its paws up over its ears. The images were riveting.”

Awwwww….fuzzy wittle beasties

Who was that mysterious mustachioed gentleman who can’t spell friend? I’m completely mystified…

That’s the exact image I focused on, PnB. I wanna see this badger special.

And – yes – I am a sucker for Cute overload.