November 03, 2010

• A total of three hundred flies, fifteen beetles, one Elephant beetle, six common spiders, one queen wasp and one hundred bees were present on set at all times. Let them eat pie!
• Somehow, that was truly disgusting! Who thinks this stuff up, anyway?
• The last link about the squirrelapult seems more distressing than disgusting. WOT HAPPENED TO THE POOR DAMN SQUIRREL?!!! Might would have been a catapult if the cat had not been inside, I guess.
• Bees, maybe it was the cat that made the 'pult. But of all the reactions in the "Squirrelapult" link, my favorite was the one with the old cartoon quote "But, Bullwinkle, that trick never works!" which are the words of Rocky the Flying Squirrel. Also, I was pleased to see the by-line on the Neatorama link, Miss Cellania, Neatorama's answer to Xeni (with much better hair), blogger of old jokes (and therefore a longtime blogging pal of mine), finder of cool things I don't usually post here (I guess I should change that), former radio disc jockey (for which she has my sympathy) and my #3 pseudonymous internet crush after BlueHorse and MeFi's madamjujujive.
• Amazed ye have the time and patience to read reader comment lists like that, foop. Only place I do such things is here.
• Silly buggers!
• I scanned, mostly while cringing, looking for the connection between the two vids, and the name BULLWINKLE jumped out at me like fan mail from a flounder.
• *claps hand to forehead* fan mail from a flounder makes us wonder what ye'd get from a halibut
• Fin mail? At a halibut huzzah one might guffaw, but a salmon salute would be a beaut.
• twinkle twinkle little char we often wonder where ye are 'Tis a sad truth: Ye have to keep each fish in its plaice.
• Oh, oh, oh! *clasps hand to chest* Yer puns, they hurt!! This is like something out of a bad bream. My sole bees, I trout you cod do any worse. I hate to carp, but wrasse matter with you?
• WARNING: In the 1980's the foop engaged in a pun war with a cow-orker he saw several times a day that lasted two weeks and was TOTALLY seafood-related. The only good news is that his swiss-cheese brain has forgotten 90% of the fishy jokes. It may get roughy and I may flounder around for some answers, but give me a minnow and I know, deep down in my sole (praise be to cod) that I can turbot-charge and fine-tuna my engines, going from a slow trout to a fast grunion, even though I'm suffering from a migrane haddock. Here upon my lofty perch, I'll hold my lamprey against the dark, and mako my argument to anyone within herring, guys and dolphins, friends and anemones, with no gay bassing or attacks on any ethnic grouper, and no crappie. I Am Not a Doctor (and not your sturgeon) but I will quote former Vice President Al Bacore and Founding Father Salmon Adams, and I'm doing it all for the halibut. I squid you not.
• I was going to join in, but after foop... /collapse
• *raises hands, backs away slowly* Sometimes we like to have fun around here, but every once in a while you get a poster that gets... shall we say, carried away? Things rapidly go from being amusing to being disturbing. Moth, if you just start moving slowly toward the door, the rest of us will follow you silently, and everyone, try not to catch his eye while you're leaving.
• Well, I got schooled.
• strong to the fin-ish we don't gilled any lily