Monday, August 14, 2006

I Think We Should See Other People

I'm taking a break. From... us. A 16-day break in London, to be precise, so no updates from me until September. While I'm off in sunny Angleterre, why not take a gander at the links over on the right there. Here's what you can expect to find:

Local Talent (local = New Zealand)
Brain Stab - the Other Blog I contribute to (although not so much lately), along with a few other like-minded individuals. We write Teh Funny.
Charybdis Tarot - the photographic stylings of RSJS. He makes Teh Art.
HORansome - fiction, opinion and media reviews from Mr. Ransome. He exudes Teh Literature. OK, I'll stop now.
Mary MacGregor-Reid - more art. Mary positively prolapses talent, which you can purchase for a reasonable sum. She also dances, as you can see at her other site.
Mutopia - the website that serves as the angst spittoon into which Hewligan expectorates sticky gobs of his wretched existence.
newtown ghetto anger - the only local I've never actually met, Jarrod does a mighty fine line in minimalist comic humour.
Propaganda 101 - not sure if Matthew counts as local, since he's currently stationed in Germany, where he's taken to unearthing classic propaganda images and supplying them with alternative captions for humourous effect. Hang on...
Stupid Internet Name - Mr. Stupid. Señor Estupido. Herr Dummkopf von Kranken-Brainen. The Stupinator. Sorry, I've completely lost my train of thought.

Dirty Foreigners
Kung Fu Monkey - from the pen that brought you... um... Catwoman comes humour that's genuinely funny and insight that's genuinely insightful. The Core, too.
Warren Ellis - if you have to ask...

Oh, and this nice person recently sent me an email telling me that he's linked to me, which is the first time I've been notified in this way by someone who wasn't from Portugal (very polite people, the Portuguese). So go say "hi".

Right, that should keep you going for a while. No? Fine, here's your homework while I'm away:

What the shit?

Chimney sweeps duelling on a box in the ocean by the white cliffs of Dover? I just... I mean, what do you say to that? For a long time a drew a blank with this one, until the Total Recall reference presented itself, but unless I missed the release of Duellin’ Chimney Sweeps: Soot Thunder, there’s no movie in-joke to save me here. See what you can come up with.

20 comments:

hillhunt said...

In retrospect, the advice to Hugo and Tom to go for some moped scrap on the Browning Docks was asking for trouble. But it was only their first day as couriers with the Low-Powered Motorcycle Repair Company. And who could have known that Hugo’s dyslexic malapropisms would inspire Tom’s sense of adventure in such a lethally misbegotten way?

John Seavey said...

Hong Kong action movies are weird.

can_o_corn said...

Vice-President Cheney's funeral was not a traditionally somber affair. From the grandstands jammed with a jubilant throng, to the cheerleaders lining up to "log roll" the old bastard in his coffin (tastefully placed upon the worlds-largest celebratory jello-shot)...Yes indeed, this was a class-A hootenanny!

Michael Ruschena said...

Fagin had made no plans for a smooth succession, so, after a day of team bonding at the beach, the children choose a new leader by knocking each other from his coffin.

Jacobmarley said...

Captain Ballsworthy and Professor Smith fought like girls over the contents of the antique snuff-box.
"Professor, if we don't stop this in-fighting we'll never find our way back to the re-bigulating machine"
"I'm not sure if it wouldn't be dangerous to try to snort normal sized coke anyway. And look out Captain has that woman spotted us?"
As the Captain looked to the shore the Professor laid him out with a swift blow to the neck with his Dandelion seed.
"Ha-Ha. Brains over brawn Captain. Brains over brawn"

jammus said...

lost: season three was fucking rubbish

Thumpsquid said...

Dear Josh

Congratulations on choosing this precise time to come to the UK. At the moment it looks like your return flight will see you strapped, naked and tranqualized, to a plank and restrained for the duration of your flight home. Terroism, making travel easier

Neil said...

For some reason the combination of surfing and morris dancing, while popular in Sheppey, didn't catch the public imagination when transplanted to Dover.

(Apologies for the obscure East Kent rivalry references)

Zen Financial Services said...

"Chim, chimmerney, Chim, chimmerney, chim chim Charee!
Oi'll 'it you wiv me brush and push you in the sea"

"Chim, chimmerney, Chim, chimmerney, chim chim Charoo!
Come near me with that
and I'll bloody well sue..."

Mary Poppins' funeral affected Jane & Michael Banks badly, and they were forced to the point of violence and litigation after they discovered that she had left all her wordly goods to the Bird Woman by the church...

Westacular said...

Dude on the left looks like The Hunchback of ... Neverland ... with a tail.

busterp said...

Survior: The 60's vs the 70's.

Really, I have nothing. I did have a hat like that though. Ivy League? Oh my god. What bad memories. http://www.dadshats.com/drizzler.html Blame my mother.

nailbones said...

Fuck you, Steve.

Baggypants said...

Ann Frank finally battled the man from downstairs on her own terms.

A-sen said...

After the last of them were gigged on pikes, a rousing game of "Smell the Tribble" ensued on the halodeck.

Anonymous said...

"Magic Missile!"
"Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt!"

Churo said...

Light sabers being 'passe' in Victorian Centares, the surviving children of Darth Kenneth battled atop his titanium coffin that floated on a lake of...fucking...lava, with 'light toilet brushes' for control of...fucking...stuff. Fuck!

Captain Blue said...

Janice was again troubled by her dreams, featuring as they did her dueling with Dick van Dyke on Julie Andrews' coffin. That last quarter pound of Emmenthal before bed thing must stop.

The Rev. Jenner J. Hull said...

Even though the Icelandic National Bare Foot, Wig-On-A-Stick, Ice-Floe Fighting League drew many die-hard fans, they still couldn't get that all-important Olympic approval.

paul shearon said...

Reality slowly started to come back into focus as July battled on top of her brand new cupboard, she resolutely decided never to take powerful halluncinogeics with the salesman in ikea and then haggle over the price

Craig! said...

When the original Mary Poppins manuscripts were found, lonely women over forty everywhere rejoiced to hear how their favorite songs were first written.
This only compounded their horror when they learned that the book originally detailed an 1800s, Dutch dystopia, with an inordinate focus on the participants of deadly proto-sports like "River-Rodding".