web analytics

You gotta read the fine print…


We stopped at a tiny cafe for a burger last week and I picked up this flyer. Other than the name of the cafe (which is sponsoring this, I guess) and the address, this is the whole thing. High-larious.

Speaking of fine print, I was trying to do a graphic about Obamacare when I caught that bug on Friday. It was going to be the Hammer of Reform descending upon the Sore Toe of Health Care. I’d found a nice example of a hammer and I was browsing a selection of toes. When I clicked on one, all hell broke loose.

That’s right. I caught a computer virus on a picture of somebody’s big toe. You’d think for all the grief I went through, it could’ve been some hentai or a filthy limerick or something.


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: August 10, 2009, 8:05 pm

A toe huh? Yah, you’d generally expect to have to hang out with tentacle pr0n for something like that. Just goes to show it’s a wild and wooly world out there in the intertubes.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 10, 2009, 9:01 pm

Drink it fast or drink it slow, but your lips have gotta touch the toe.

It’s amazing how many things that bubble up from my unconscious I’ve already blogged about…

Comment from Войска ПВО
Time: August 10, 2009, 11:29 pm


I can eschew (gesundheit!) this kind of stimulant; I am kinda partial to BJs by the beach however!

Any chance a picnic basket be packed and that cute little resort could be re-visited?

~Войска ПВО

Comment from David Gillies
Time: August 11, 2009, 3:09 am

How was the burger? I have run the gamut of burgers in the UK, from utterly reprehensible County Show monstrosities to ones that would make you weep (in a good way). When I was at Imperial, 20 years back, GBK in Covent Garden was seriously good. It was where we would go for celebrations like birthdays or last day of exams. The blue cheese burger was, no shit, one of the most incredible things I have had my mouth in contact with in 40 years of hard living. I hope they have maintained standards.

Oh, and don’t all y’all tell me ‘cos I’m a Limey I don’t know from good burgers. I do, so there. Can’t eat the fucking things anymore, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what they should taste like.

Comment from Roman Wolf
Time: August 11, 2009, 6:18 am



Perhaps this, Weasel?

Comment from JuliaM
Time: August 11, 2009, 8:04 am

“We stopped at a tiny cafe for a burger last week and I picked up this flyer. “

Did you get your security guys to confiscate everyone’s mobile? All the best people are doing it…

“That’s right. I caught a computer virus on a picture of somebody’s big toe.”

Don’t look at any pictures of public toilets then, whatever you do! 🙂

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: August 11, 2009, 12:10 pm

Being a yankee, and despite an anglophilic childhood, I had to go look up pie & mash (yes, I got the ecstasy/LSD/cannabis part just fine, thank you). So, are you saying there won’t be pie and mash at this barbecue? I’ll grant, they don’t sound like something that would be served at a barbecue in this neck of the woods. . .

Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: August 11, 2009, 1:29 pm

It’s always the Big Toes that get you. 23 years of Podiatry have taught me that lesson. The 3rd toe is the safe one. And the little one goes wee, wee, wee all the way home.

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: August 11, 2009, 2:35 pm

That doesn’t sound like very tasty pie or mashed potatoes either one.

Comment from Obama\’s Thoughtbot
Time: August 11, 2009, 2:42 pm

You were thinking bad things about Obama and I detected it via your computer. The virus was then inserted so all your bad Obama thoughts would be expunged.

Be careful, I’m watching.

Comment from Schlippy
Time: August 12, 2009, 1:05 pm

I didn’t know it was possible to embed code in most picture formats. What type of file was it?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 12, 2009, 2:28 pm

I don’t know, Schlippy. It probably was an image with a link to something bad. When I say exploded, though, I really mean it: I hit the photo and all hell broke loose, leading eventually to the BSOD.

So my memory of what precisely led up to the attack is somewhat clouded by the subsequent pants-peeing terror.

Write a comment

(as if I cared)

(yeah. I'm going to write)

(oooo! you have a website?)

Beware: more than one link in a comment is apt to earn you a trip to the spam filter, where you will remain -- cold, frightened and alone -- until I remember to clean the trap. But, hey, without Akismet, we'd be up to our asses in...well, ass porn, mostly.

<< carry me back to ol' virginny