Killing For Fun And Profit

Let us hope that Saddam is gone by the end of next month — and George W. Bush by the end of next year.
Don’t idealise the soldiers fighting this unjust war.
Giant dildos.

Orwelliana

via boingboing, a library of George Orwell’s work, online.
Things like this make me happy.

Joe Frank

I’d never heard of this guy before today, but trust me, [this is good].

[via Boing Boing]

Pointing

It’s strange, but at precisely the same moment as I’m pointing to this

I have this eerie and slightly unpleasant feeling that some ex-girlfriend of mine somewhere is pointing to this

It’s a world wide web! Neat!

I keep doing this…

I keep linking to Fishrush, because I love it. You know, in a manly way.
It’s a floor wax and a dessert topping, and can be enjoyed equally with either spoon or fork. And it makes me laugh, which in these dark times is a be-yoo-tiful thing.

Wanderings

This guy‘s on a trip around the planet, and his travel diaries (full of the tales like this latest of difficult defecations, hiking hardships, and all manner of mad and unpleasant things one puts oneself through on a daily basis when backpacking around the world) make me feel like hitting the road again.
Also : “lots of nice pictures too, including penis gourds and big stone penises at a fertility temple, the big jars of Laos, the big heads of Easter Island, dog eating and dried llama foetuses.”
Domesticity is wearisome, some days. Particularly on those days you find yourself bickering with your spouse about everything and nothing. Oh, to be sh-tting in a trench latrine with snowflakes swirling around your tender bits on the side of a mountain somewhere…