In "Mofi has seemed to be fading for a while,"

I'm a terrible lurker who has never had anything interesting enough to post, but count me in as *much* preferring the crowd here. The comments are generally far funnier and more original, and the whole atmosphere is neither as tedious and po-faced as the Blue nor as twee as MeCha (much as I like both those sites). The Blue is still unbeatable for the posts, but MoFi rocks for its users. I hereby resolve to find something worthy of posting ASAP. Viva MoFi!

In "The Escapist Editorials"

at 1 minute and 38 seconds, or there abouts. How dare they? Well I think I reached my limit of forced zaniness and closed the window after a minute and a half or so, so that explains it. I have no idea how or why they 'dared'. Nothing seemed particularly daring up until that point at least. Hey look, different people find different things amusing. For whatever reasons you prefer Videogaiden - that's great! To me it just looked like a fairly generic game review show with particularly grating presenters. To each his own.

Yahtzee is the basically only videogame reviewer that doesn't make me want to punch him. He doesn't waffle, doesn't pander, pulls no punches, and as a game developer himself can actually back up his opinions. And ugh. Is there some point in that videogaiden clip where they stop prancing around in 'funny' outfits and actually review some bloody games? Utterly puke-inducing. If I wanted charming I'd go and read something by Paulo Coelho.

In "Curious George: Website Redirection Troubles"

You could also suggest that the target site configure their 404 page to do the redirect only if the domain in the HTTP_REFERER server variable is your domain. That way they won't have to mess with the regular behavior of their 404 page.

In "SMOKE SIGNALS. "

This sounds pretty much exactly the same study that is brought out every year with slightly varied wording. It plays very well to the sort of people who have a burning need reinforce their belief in nonsensical and counterproductive prohibition laws, and makes no impression on anyone else with rudimentary reading comprehension skills, or common sense, or any experience of the matter.

In "All the Goon Shows, all the time. "

Quick, nurse, the screens!

In "Save Gas, Drive a BLOOD CAR"

er, balcony, not car. Not sure what's going on in my head right now, but I'm not going to try driving down to the shops.

gomichild, why does your car have pigeon blood all over it?

In "42"

Provided I'm not completely misunderstanding the entire subject due to profound ignorance and a tragically mistaken faith in my feeble ability to understand the universe, this just might be the Coolest Thing Ever!

In "Curiious, Probabble-y Deleterious, George:"

...you can always start fixing things now to prevent having to... Yecch, how trite. And now I sincerely regret my previous post.
Also, ignorant.
Uh, time to go to bed

Bees, my most esteemed fellow-monkey, I'm not much help when it comes to Yiddish theatre, though Klezmer and Yidcore, I love. I do regret not getting to grips with school when I had the chance. I regret not making more out of relationships with some amazing people that I've known. I regret being so ignorent for so long of how rewarding it is to be moderately fit. Ultimately, everyone regrets not making a better decision after the fact, at some point. Unless you're a very geriatric bee/monkey indeed, you can always start fixing things now to prevent having to regret them later...

In "Luv Linen."

*takes shower*

In "The Best Blonde Joke in the World"

say, anyone drawn batgirl lately?

In "O Rly?"

Yup, I'll chime in to say that I've definately seen cats and dogs affected by pot smoke (normally fairly sane animals stumbling around, falling off furniture, freaking out at invisible things, then crashing out for a while), but I'm not sure if they're stoned exactly, or whether they enjoy it much. Although I've known one cat that would follow the joint around the room as it was passed from person to person, apparently attempting to get near the smoke, I'm pretty sure it's not something a responsible pet owner would do deliberately...

In "Sydney Is Burning?"

prismatic7, it's also interesting to note that Victorian Premier Steve Bracks is himself of Lebanese heritige. Just my opionion, but it seems to me that a great many white Australians are in denial about the state of race relations in this country. Having lived most of my life in inner Melbourne, it shocked me to spend a couple of years in rural South Australia and later in Far North Queensland and experience first hand what are apparently quite common attitudes. The poisonous talkback radio hosts (such as the excerable aforementioned Alan Jones) whip up a frenzy of manipulative xenophobia at any opportunity, and sadly there is a ready-made market of the small-minded, bigoted, ignorant, and plain hard-of-thinking that lap up ever drop of bile. I don't think it's a conincidence that the ranting radio scumbags get much less audience in Melbourne than elsewhere in the country, though whether that's cause or effect I couldn't say.

In "He Works Hard For The Money"

This man is a certified genius! Certainly beats my usual pay scale for support calls (1-2 hours = 6 pack of domestic beer, 2+ hours = a dozen imported or a bag of decent weed). However, I cringe at the inevitable hard drive, floppy disk and joy stick jokes that will surely follow...

In "happy birthday to you"

Happy monkey birthday Kitfisto!

In "Oceania Postcards and Picture Galleries"

Those are some great pics, thanks beeswacky! I've enjoyed a couple of wonderful trips to Vanuatu in my youth, and would be totally happy to retire there one day and never leave. Also, Polynesian women (nsfw) are among the most beautiful in the world (and the guys are pretty gorgeous as well)... Finally, Chyren, I'm as caucasian as they come, and I can assure you that Kava works on us just fine, thank you very much. In fact I have a whole largish jar of powdered Kava here that a friend brought back from Tahiti for me, and I'm so inspired by this post that I think I might just make up a Sunday evening nightcap to prove my point!

In "Curious George: Monkeys' Fave Fortunes"

From the mighty 'Gurge:

...happiness is a kong foo sing with good fortune that it brings so quit your moping and crack one open smiles abound the cookie has spoken ah the kong foo sing yeah the kong foo sing ah the kong foo sing it's the king the kong foo sing is a holy scripture i heard the word i got the picture ancient wisdom in a crunchy treat the place where the faith and the flavour meet...

In "No mate, worries."

This stupid affair was absolutely nothing at all until various equally slimy politicians (led by the slipperiest and slimiest of the lot) decided to escalate it into an embarassing, jingoistic opportunity to show what down to earth, folksy blokes they all are, and how out of touch and above all 'un-Australian' those lazy, cafe latte-sipping, overeducated, public servants are. The whole cringeworthy farce totally ignored the fact that the initial request for security personnel at the Victorian State Parliament to be a little more formal and professional in their dealings with the public was in fact entirely reasonable. Few things in my daily interactions with strangers irritate me much more than, say, the doofus who's searching my through my personal effects, writing my parking fine or checking my train ticket calling me 'mate'. You're not my mate, arsehole. Just do your goddamn job and then get out of my face.

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