10.16.2005

Phantasmic Links 10.16.05

Has anyone ever had one of those days when the sun is shining, and you're up on a rickety old wooden ladder that your dad assures you he's holding, but when you glance down he's walked away to pick up a twig or something? And even though you avoid the “bad” rung, the one with the crack in it, you can't help thinking any other rung on a 30-40 year old ladder could snap under your weight at any time? These thoughts certainly don't help as you strain to reach your hand up and over into a drain pipe, wondering if the webbing around it indicates that a particularly nasty spider is waiting just out of sight. Of course, all your worrying is for naught, and your father wonders why it seems like such a difficult task since he was up there by himself in the rain during the week and didn't have a problem. Maybe you have a few words to exchange after the old man slips with that particular confession, but nothing serious. More importantly, with the task complete, you're free to take your camera to the beach on one of the last nice days of the year.

If you're me, you'll decide to look at maps and find a scenic park you haven't been to before. You'll probably discover that, due to flooding caused by the recent week-long downpour, the only roads leading to this park are blocked. Once you circumnavigate through traffic in three other towns and decide to go to a different beach, you hit more traffic since you had to pick today of all days to drive through a town holding its annual OysterFest. Eventually, you find a nice quiet beach with very few people, only by now the sky is filled with clouds and the wind threatens to knock you off your feet. Undeterred, you get some cool photographs and survive to tell the tale before posting this week's PHANTASMIC LINKS:

Can't name a particular tune? Maybe Musipedia can help, even if you only know a few notes of melody.

Can a two-tongued cat have dinner and clean itself at the same time? I first heard about this phenomenon over at Cube's.

On a similar note, it seems The Incredible Hulk came across childhood pictures of me playing with a kitten. MCF not know Hulk use camera....

Hey! Who wants to watch some autopsy humor?

Any article or advice that claims to offer a blanket solution to human relations deserves to be questioned. I came across this article and thought it has some interesting points, but I'm not sure I agree with all of them, and I don't think they can be applied globally.

This list of the Top Ten ‘90s sitcoms should also be questioned. For one thing, Married...with Children actually began in the late ‘80s.

Well, I guess it's that time of year again...

Who needs a skateboard?

Even with a walkthrough, I had to take a break halfway through Escape from Rhetundo Island, found over at Dosetaker's Weblinks.

I doubt Hobbits once walked the Earth, and I think TheWriteJerry, who sent me the link, would agree. My theory is that the bones in fact belonged to Oompa Loompas...

I'm dizzy, but this Gorillaz driving simulation, submitted by Rey, is insanely fun.

Here are some awful logos, courtesy of Sean, who also had some cool Lost fake Web sites to share this week, for those of us who watch the show way too closely, and then look for such clues and bonuses online. Button, button, I'm pushing the button...

Finally, I have a Bug-gy time waster sent to me by The Happy Husband. In fact, I would have posted earlier tonight if I wasn't playing that game.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Darrell said...

Have you seen c1d1t1, the website where the autopsy video originated? It's pretty weird. They claim to be preparing an experiment wherein they'll remove the head of a monkey and keep the head alive, but it's clearly a warped joke. There is an actual monkey, though, and he's really cute in the videos. Of course, he is a monkey, so he's got that going for him, which is nice.

10/17/2005 4:43 PM  
Blogger Lorna said...

I am too creeped out by the Krypt Kiddies to even confess to grandmotherhood, let alone touch a child.

10/17/2005 8:00 PM  

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