Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Chunker

When I was a kid I thought, as I do now, that boogers and buttcracks were super funny. 










I loved pictures of the aforementioned things, and I realize now that I can't escape my infatuation with stupid images after realized that I like stupid words too. I'm all about "Chunker" and "Goober" and any other literary booger-visual equivalent I hear. 
Chunker and goober and buttcracks and boogers, these are a few of my favorite things.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Gonna make you Sweat(pants)

There's nothing like your eyes glaze over while lazily hunched on the edge of your couch to check people's facebooks you never talk to while the crack of your ass hangs out of a pair of pink sweatpants bought on the clearance rack at SuperTarget.
Redeeming my circumstance is the adorable white hat con puffball and my favorite Sturgis sweatshirt I have on.
It never ceases to amaze me how low I can go. I'm no good at Limbo, but my personal hygiene and self respect is in a purgatorial state right now. To top it off, I'm listening to Styx. What a divinely comedic moment we have here. 

Crazy shit

I like to drink hot chocolate whenever I have diarrhea so I can pretend my digestive system is workin overtime. 

Speaking of really gross poop imagery:

A couple of days ago I was babysitting when my client unleashed an ungodly load into her diaper. When I came to the sobering realization that I was about to be wrist deep in a two year old baby's gigantic, creamy dump, I said "Oh noooo......." Whoever thinks a merciful God would make a baby who could shit like that is dead wrong. People might not want to hear this kind of story, but shit's real, I seen it. I had to hold myself back from getting angry at this crazy ass poop-machine. When I first saw what I was dealing with, I straight up had to pause for a good 15 seconds to comprehend what the hell was going on. It was definitely a religious moment, because I kept saying "oh my god oh my god" as it was happening. Here's a video of what I was essentially dealing with: 

I'm never having children

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hitting Kid Rock Bottom

You know that something is fundamentally wrong with your life when you stay up an extra 15 minutes to search for Kid Rock's "Bawitdaba" music video. My one consolation was coming across a video with the title "Kid Rock- Buffalo Chips Sturgis -Jamming! (RARE)" When you find yourself at the (Uncle) Kracker Barrel for Kid Rock Demo tapes, you need to stop mixing such low quality Colt45 with your Fruity Dyno-Bites in the morning. 
Anyway, the first few golden moments read like a glorious first testament to the Asshole bible. In the beginning, there was ROCK (kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid Rock that is). 

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Parenting Condomdrum

Today my darling little imaginary child walked up to me when I was doing some shopping at Sex World (Their XXX-mas deals this year are out of this world, can you imagine absolutely charming christmas bauble-esque anal beads for only 23.95?! I had to keep myself from using it as a centerpiece for the family dinner that night.)
Anyway, she was holding a popular item 








and she said to me, "Mommy?" and I said "Where'd you come from?" and she looked up at me with her beautiful eye and and asked "What are these?" holding a pair of this fuzzy number. I said "They're stuffed animal handcuffs, of course!"

In truth, today a peer was talking about how her fuzzy handcuffs were taken from her by a friends mom. Bummer! I always thought handcuffs were bracelets that needed to be worn close together as a matching set. So many criminals with such tasteful choice in jewelry.. But boy, was I wrong! 
 

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Music to my years

Clara Rockmore, daughter of theremin creator Leon Theremin, plays the theremin:


I can't tell whether I enjoy it because of how beautiful it happens to sound, or because of how much the woman playing looks like an older and moneyed Jerri Blank.
 



















Amy Sedaris based Jerri Blank on quasi-motivational speaker Florrie Fisher:


But my favorite part of the inspiration chain is how much 2-4-1 Hotdogz Farstad reminds me of Jerri Blank.

The Future is Now

























Houston prepare for Jerk-off.

I'm really excited to see what 2009 has in store for us.

David Levy predicts we'll all be having sex with robots by 2050. Assuming they're anything like this, I think we'll all be OK:


But I think people have already begun the human-robot crossover anyway.

His body is hypnotic. He looks like my spanish teacher.


If you get a robot of yourself and have sex with it, is that masturbation?


I've heard that question asked with regards to clones, and I think that if you get a clone of yourself to have sex with, that means you're rich enough to clone yourself and attractive enough to have someone (you) to want to have sex with you. But if you've paid for yourself to have sex with yourself, you've got a lot of money to throw around with respect to masturbation, and, essentially, you're your own pimp. I think prostitution might be a good profession to be your own boss. 


But enough with clone masturbation (double the fun). I'd like to make a well-lubricated, smooth transition to another future concern:

















To my knowledge, alien cigarette smoking is on the rise. 

I've been watching a lot of the groundbreaking Ken Burns documentary series X-files, and I've been learning so much about the evildoings of our corrupt government and its respective shadow government.

Here's special agent Mulder hot on the trail of a suspect:









Speaking of 40 years in the future (see: David Levy predicts), I recently finished Philip K. Dick's "Time out of Joint" where one man has been living a 1959 society when outside its really 1998 and there's an interplanetary war going on. The second part is sort of like the second part of Vonnegut's "Sirens of Titan" where human colonists on mars invade Earth. 






Even though the books are both about human wars, X-Files theorizes about government conspiracies to create alien-human hybrids for the oncoming war between humans and aliens. Who would these hybrids fight for, though? And the real question is, how big are aliens boobs and is their weed truly out of this world?

Also, there's a website dedicated to the artwork of children inspired by their abduction experiences.


Here's a really good excerpt from "Why Aliens abduct humans":


For years there were accounts of alien encounters where the aliens showed a little black box to humans.  The aliens held up the box and pointed to it, then returned to their spacecraft and left.  People having such encounters wondered why the aliens did not try to communicate with them further. The contents in the little black box remained a mystery for decades.  Thanks to investigators such as Budd Hopkins and Dave Jacobs, we now know what is in the box. 

The box contains a live fetus of a hybrid which is part human and part alien. Showing the box is an act of triumph. The aliens plan to colonize the earth with their new race and replace the human race.  By showing the box the aliens are demonstrating that they have succeeded in creating a replacement for the human race.  

After aliens take either sperm or eggs from humans, depending on their sex, or in some cases, an alien/hybrid baby, the human abductees are taken into large rooms in the alien's spacecraft containing alien/hybrid fetuses in tanks at different stages of development.

Abductees wondered why they did this.  The answer is now obvious, the aliens are showing humans their replacement. The aliens are in effect telling abductees that the new alien/hybrids will replace them. There will be no more humans on the earth.

Nothing could be more frightening.

These are a child's drawings of alien/hybrid children, the new race the aliens will use to replace the human race. 

Clearly, the aliens are just smug assholes who need to be annihilated. Interesting that a race of beings capable of traveling across the universe hasn't evolved beyond showing off. These kids drawings: Is it me or are these aliens a little too shady looking to be so sophisticated? They look suspiciously like the things that come on the 50 cent stickers you can get at the roller gardens, the gangster aliens with jnco jeans and backwards hats. 

Also, considering how dope of a movie "Close encounters of the third kind" was and is, most of these kids are probably watching it with their parents before bed and then dreaming, nay, fantasizing, that the aliens visited them.


And a little homage to Star Wars:



















Just because a kid draws a monster doesn't mean they've seen one. I've drawn a lot of pictures of Big Foot with huge boobs, but to my knowledge Big Foot is male.


I like the idea of an interplanetary human civil war, it reminds me of Walt Kelly's Pogo comic book, 

























While aliens might exist out there, I don't think they've visited earth. I think it's all a matter of people dreaming crazy shit or encountering weird people. 

We have met the aliens and they are us:





































What do you think he got tattooed on his face? A look of regret?

Thursday, January 1, 2009