the blog quebecois

This is, er . . . interesting. On a number of levels. WARNING: Definitely not work-safe.

(Via Spoons.)

This is an interesting site. It takes the content from one webpage and merges it into the structure of another. I tried it with my blog and the White House and laughed and laughed. But then, I am easily amused. (Via Matthew Stinson.)

Speaking of funny, I found out today that Margaret Cho has a blog. And it's every bit as funny as her stage act.

Via Ghost of a Flea:

I've long been curious whether Australia has many itinerant musicians performing spoken-word blues.

Apparently not. But at least they have this.

Stupid penguin.

I want to hit it so bad.

Why isn't there a T-ball version?

(Warning: kinda gory.)

As you may (or may not) know, I am a supporter of George W. Bush.

However, if there's any truth to this, I might have to reconsider my position.

Warning: there's annoying music, so you might want to turn your speaker down if at work.

Step 1 Pick a t-shirt that you know the other ninjas will not bother you about. I choose one of my "Clerks" shirts because "Clerks" is ninja in itself.

You, too, can become a ninja in seven easy steps.

At last, a game I can win nearly every time!

Via Dean Esmay.

You would think that a site named badgerbadgerbadger would be the place to go for quality badger-related amusement, but you would be wrongwrongwrong.

Sure, there's the obligatory dancing badgers, but in a bid for more "sophistication," there are several non-badger scenes, such as a mushroom and a snake.

The result? A crashing artistic failure. The joyous quintessence of dancing badgers is subverted and compromised by these foreign -- dare I say sinister? --elements.

Misleading and disappointing link courtesy of Autonomous Source.

Go complain to him, loudly and bitterly.

easy ivy over
oh no, here comes miss blackwell
with her big black stick
now it's time for arithmetic

trad.

I blame electricity deregulation for this shocking development.

Via grow-a-brain

taxicab, taxicab at the light
won’t you take me on a ride
through this city at night

bruce springsteen

This is sort of a variation of Burger King's Subservient Chicken; you get to play a taxi driver throwing his passenger around by steering erratically and braking and accelerating. (You can also press these keys for other reactions: b,n,m,w,e,h,p,s.) Warning: Music and sfx.

It's an ad for Sprint cellphone service. I'm not really clear on the connection between cellphones and maniacal cabbies, but there you have it.

Well, it made me laugh.

Vodafone caters to violent office fantasies by feeding various desks into an industrial crusher. May not be safe for work, depending on how your boss feels about furniture. There's sound, but you can turn it off with a button at the top right of the page.

Via J-Walk Blog

An animated optical pattern that induces visual distortions familiar to LSD users. Not that I would know anything about that.

And no, it isn't what's known as a "flash screamer," i.e., something that bids you to pay close attention to the screen and then suddenly switches to a snarling demon.

Maybe it was funny the first time someone did it, but it's now just irritating and juvenile. Also, I got stung by another one yesterday.

But even if it's irritating and juvenile, it's still funny to watch other people get hit. Warning: Music in first link; banners maybe NSFW in second; sounds.

This blog isn't only about gritty geopolitical analysis and incisive commentary on world events, you know. Sometimes a guy just likes to kick back and play with his pretty dollies.

My pretty dolly would be even prettier if the stupid Javascript code worked and you could see the twinkling animated backgrounds. Click on the picture to go to the site and design your own pretty dolly, one that looks like a celebrity. You can change her hair, mouth, etc., which is a good thing, because the only celebrity I can think of with those manga-styled eyes is Marty Feldman. If you want to, you can design a pretty boy dolly, too. *

*Not that there's anything wrong with that.**

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**You sicko.

A flight simulator of sorts, created by superimposing an airplane onto a backdrop of Google Maps. You can turn, go up (not really -- the mapscale doesn't increase) or down (too low and you crash) or fire your spacebar gun at nothing in particular.

I have no idea where the terrain is, but I feel safe to say that it has tennis courts.

Update: I didn't at first notice it, but you can pick from London, New York, Paris, Tokyo and Washington, DC.

Oh, this is cruel. SingShot is a karaoke site that lets you put your vocal chops out there for all to vote on, and laugh at.

Witness:

Sert, or "Ché" as his friends call him, is a Turkish gentleman. This is not a hard-and-fast rule, but I find that if someone demonstrates no singing talent by the age of 26, it's unlikely to be lurking just below the surface.

I've chosen to showcase Sert's rendition of The Beatles' "Yesterday" because:

a) It's an easily recognizable tune, the most-recorded in history, and;

b) because it's mercifully brief.

The site is still in beta and kind of wonky. If the song stops, wave your cursor over the flash player. For the love of God, don't click on it, because then you'll have to listen to it from the start again.

It's a pay site, but offers a two-week free trial. (You won't be asked for a credit card until the two weeks are up.) I couldn't find out how much it costs, because when I clicked through to find out, I was rewarded with this message:

Your session has been expired!
Please re-login, to access our services

Kind of strange, considering I hadn't logged in at all. Like I said, the site still seems to have some bugs.

Note, too, that you don't have to subscribe to it to listen to recordings, vote on them or comment -- it's only if you want to record your Whitney Houston impressions for posterity and the chance to become the laughingstock of the Internet. Maybe that's why the poor woman found solace in drugs.

Update: The folks at SingShot were kind enough to send this comment:

Hi - We're sorry about this error with the link in our Help / FAQ section. It will get fixed shortly, but just so you have the info, our subscription fees after the 2 week trial are:
US $4.95 per month if you commit to an annual subscription plan.
US $7.95 per month if you commit to a quarterly subscription plan.
US $9.95 per month if you commit to an annual subscription plan.

I believe that last option should be for a monthly, rather than annual subscription. I would say that it looks like good value if you're into karaoke. There's an impressive amount of (officially licensed) music.

This could be a tough one, because they share similar sadistic tendencies. Serial killer or operating language programmer?

Warning: Sound effects.

Depressed because you can't find the right disguise for Halloween? Fret no more -- the blog quebecois is on the case!

For some years now (and for some strange reason), Forbes.com has been putting up pictures of the famous and infamous, suitable for downloading, printing and cutting out for Halloween masks. (They print out at a larger size than illustrated.) If Mahmoud Ahmadinejad doesn't do it for you, there are 17 others, ranging from Britney Spears to the entire cast of 2008 Presidential candidates. Or you can scroll down the page and select someone from their archives, dating back to 2003.

No, don't thank me. It's all part of the service. Now dry those tears (not good for the masks, especially if you use the same cheap paper as me) and get out there and party like it's 1999.

Chicago Tribune:

"It's kind of like Grandma's recipe," he observed. "A pinch of this, two shakes of that. You kind of know when it's right."

Update: Crap. The paper has moved the story into a firewalled archive, so I registered (the things I do for you!), stole the whole story, and you can read it below:

Yes, that's a gun that fires teddy bears. Although crime is rare in Japan, when it happens, it is absolutely hilarious.

If you're running short on Christmas present ideas, Cracked looks at the 25 Most Baffling Toys From Around The World; most of which, for some baffling reason, hail from Japan.

Warning: Language and a surfeit of poop-related products.