On Moving And Testicle Crushing

Service Announcement. I’m back at work now, and the company I work for is in the process of moving to another city. Hence: no internet connection for the better part of this week – posting is going to be scarce. I will of course be monitoring comments and such from home, making spammers’ shit rise up to kiss them where possible. In the meantime, here’s some ways by which you can crush your own testicles in your own home. Thank me not.

Brain Voice Read

A Yahoo-list I subscribe to just got hit with the weirdest piece of spam I’ve had the pleasure of coming across. It goes something like this: “Help! Murder, Hong Kong police useing Brain Voice Read / Write Machine Murder Hong Kong people, 100% true story, please e-mail the world people and send 1 e-mail Hong Kong government, 1*10*100*1000….., thank my dear Internet friend.” The mail is accompanied by this rather cryptic diagram. Luv’ley.

Whodunnit

I’m sure by now you know: The Simpsons will feature an episode wherein one of the characters outs his or her self as being gay. Who’d ya think it’s gonna be? My bet’s on Mr. Burns. Smithers&lÅ´;/a> is way too obvious, Marge’s sisters are simply asexual anyway, Moe‘s a frustrated butt pincher, Barney is, well, turned on by beer. Your thoughts? Could it be one of the Flanders? Krusty?

A Bit Of Progress

Well worth a bookmark: the complete “A Bit Of Fry & Laurie” scripts. A typical F&L conversation:

–Stephen: Progress isn’t a dirty word, you know. Arse is a dirty word, and so, to some extent, is labia. Learn that, Bamford, learn and obey.
–Hugh: Yes, sir. I will.
–Stephen: But progress is the towel that rubs us dry. Each soft cotton flick of progress can penetrate the darkest, dampest corners of our mired and filthy selves, and polish us clean.
–Hugh: I didn’t know that, sir.
–Stephen: Well Bamford, now you do, now you do. Good. Oh good. First class. Fine. Splendid. Sp-len-did. Excellent. Eccelente.

More Fry & Laurie at the complete Blackadder scripts.

Chicken…

Three years of Hot Poop (you might wanna click the above graphic for full view)! Kill Ugly Radio’s Staff couldn’t be more excited, and we hope you feel the same. While we uncork the Dom Perignon, here are some of Hot Poop’s greatest highlights we deemed worthy of unearthing from the dark grey depths that are the archives. For them to grow to be highlights dear reader, more than once had to do with your invaluable input. So whip out the proverbial chicken and rub the circular motion, as we present you with some Vintage Hot Poop:

1. KUR’s old guestbook

2. Covering Zappa

3. Naked Magician!

4. Meanwhile, lemme tell you Ive found a solution to, you know, that little problem Ive had with Under-Ease Underwear.

5. A blind psychic claims he can read peoples futures by feeling their naked buttocks

6. from Memory Hole to “spit or swallow”

7. precision processor!

8. No War.

9. Birth of the kegelmaster

10. Danish blue

11. OMG WTF

12. City of Tiny Polls

13. isep kontol gua!

14. I agree with Path Metheny

15. the Crapper Poll

16. the Why Are You Here Poll

17. Defrosting The Fridge

18. Measuring The Chicken

19. Calloo and Callay

20. Joe’s Chicken

21. Search Results: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

22. Collages: YellowMudShark and Sofa, Webmaster and General Publisher of TheBigNote.com | the original HotPoop Headquarters collage| Barry’s Forehead l moonbug collage | Friday Boot

Another Brick

wherein Barry introduces “The Thursday Superfluous Classic Movie Review” while risking to get lynched by a mob of angry PinkFloydians.
We watched Pink Floyd’s The Wall on DVD last weekend. I’d seen the film before but that was in the middle of the late grey 80’s so my memories of it were vague. Before hitting the play-button, I was told to forget about all my preconceptions of PF (pompous millionaire “prog” rock!), or of Bob Geldhof (look! it’s the guy from Live Aid!) for that matter. This of course in fact prompted me to compare them to what I saw and heard. Truth be told, I’m not a big fan of the music score — too much strings, too much- well too much everything — but some of the guitar stuff is great. The movie? Visually an impressive gem (the animations!), the story gripping (Bob’s acting limited to smashing tv-sets, lying in swimmingpools while sporting a look of deep depression), but very self-centered and presented with entirely too much bombast for my taste. These people can probably tell me why I’m wrong.