Isn’t it funny how much the alleged mastermind behind 9/11, Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, resembles porn star Ron Jeremy?
Dang, you boys ugly.
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Author: Joey deVilla
…also known as Shrove Tuesday, the day during which you’re supposed to do spiritual housekeeping before Lent. I’m not sure why College Girls Go Wild on this day…maybe it’s the pancakes.
As for the Atkins thing, it is possible to have Atkins-friendly pancakes…if you’re willing to blow thirty bucks. Atkins Bake Mix is almost CDN$20 and Atkins Pancake Syrup is CDN$10. Even if you order room service pancakes at the Ritz-Carlton, I’m sure they don’t cost this much.
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Today’s Yahoo News Photos
Today, I’m quite busy with work. Today, Yahoo News has got some great photos!
Why not combine the two for you-got-your-chocolate-in-my-peanut-butter goodness?
“Kick Saddam’s ass and get the gas, already!”
A motorist passes a Shell gas station as another one pumps gas, Saturday, March 1, 2003 in Menlo Park, Calif., after an unidentified person put up this sign about their feeling about the raising gas prices. Regular gas sold at this station for $2.27; Plus for $2.37; Premium for $2.47.
Speaking of asses…
A carnival float shows paper mache figure of German conservative opposition leader Angela Merkel emerging from the buttocks of Uncle Sam during the traditional Rose Monday carnival parade in Duesseldorf, March 3, 2003. Merkel has strongly criticized the German government’s anti-Iraq war stance and recently visited Washington. The Rose Monday parades in Cologne, Mainz and Duesseldorf are the highlight of the German street carnival season.
“Hey, guy, relax!”
A carnival float carries paper mache figures of U.S. President George W. Bush (L) and Iraqi President Saddam Hussein sitting together in bed during the traditional Rosemonday carnival parade in Duesseldorf, March 3, 2003. The Rose Monday parades in Cologne, Mainz and Duesseldorf are the highlight of the German street carnival season.
In case you didn’t get it, the title of this photo is a South Park reference.
I’d like one highland fling, please
Model Alex Celini waves an American flag while wearing a specially-created New York tartan as a preview for Scotland’s National Tartan Day on the slopes of Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh, Tuesday March 4, 2003.
I declare this man winner of the Bad Hair Day Award for 2003
Khalid Shaikh Mohammed, the alleged Sept. 11 mastermind, is seen shortly after his capture during a raid in Pakistan Saturday March 1, 2003 in this photo obtained by the Associated Press.
The grooming habits of supervillains (ahem, alleged supervillains) ain’t what they used to be.
And finally, the return of television’s greatest heroes!
Adam West, left, and Burt Ward pose for an undated production still during the filming of their new television film, ‘Return To The Batcave: The Misadventures of Adam and Burt.’ The movie, which reunites the ‘Batman’ series stars in a comedy adventure, airs at 9 p.m., Sunday, March 9, 2003.
Little know trivia fact about Burt “Robin” Ward: he almost landed the starring role in the movie The Graduate.
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Overheard coming from the temp pool
While waiting for something to print out:
“I never knew that there’d be so much politics at a government office!”
I’m still wincing from that one.
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Someday…
…I will have an all-female bodyguard squad like Muammar Khadafy/Gaddafi/Quad’a’fi.
(Too bad they weren’t allowed to follow him into the Arab League summit, which is a strictly “no chicks allowed” kind of shindig. What is this, 10,000 B.C.?)
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Mullins, then Velvet
On Friday night, Paul and I took the guitar-and-accordion act to Mullins, a pub in the Bay-and-Wellesley area. For those of you not familiar with Accordion City, Bay and Wellesley’s kind of quiet mostly-condos area nestled between the financial district to the south, the University of Toronto’s main campus to the west and “Mink Mile” — a shopping district with the kind of stores you’d expect to register at for your wedding — to the north. Since this is good ol’ multicultural Toronto, Mullins is an Irish pub managed by an Asian guy named Ken.
Mullins has an open mike night every Friday night hosted by our friend Dave Ellul, one of the members of a fine drinking club known as the Thirsty People of Toronto. Word about the open mike night hasn’t gotten around yet, so while the pub is usually packed with patrons, Dave usually ends up being the only act for the evening. Paul and I thought we’d come and help lighten the load. We even brought our own groupie, Eldon. The rest of the Thirsty People were already there when we arrived and our buddy Rob — he who gave me the accordion almost four years ago — met us at the pub.
Pre-gig
Kate and Christina are the queens of pub decorum.
Kate and Eldon.
Christina tries on my Flaming Vegas Cowboy Hat. Best US$75 I ever spent (I rasied the money for the hat by busking at DefCon.)
The gig
We opened with Baby One More Time, with me doing the vocals.
“We’d like to dedicate this number to Fred Durst, whose relationship with Ms. Spears is the subject of much speculation…”
Then on to Cloven Metal, with great backup by Dave on the electric guitar.
Paul played the rhythm sticks and Collin Douma took harmonica duties when I played Duran Duran’s Rio.
“The grabbing hands, grab all they can, everything counts in large amounts…”
“Hit me with your rhythm stick…”
Post-gig
Diana: “Clubbing! Yippee!”
Give me a dance floor and some good tunes, and I’m all smiles.
Paul and Eldon: “If you’re not wasted, the night is!”
Ladies, please, there’s enough of me to go around.
Have I mentioned how much I love this instrument?
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Welcome to the working week
Since I haven’t had to show up at an office since August, everything about my contract work at the Citizenship and Immigration Canada — where I’m helping to write software for processing refugees — seems pretty novel. Even the work area, which happens to be my first cubicle. In eight years of programming, I’ve never been assigned to a cubicle. It’s sort of neat, but that’s probably because I’m just a tourist and not a cubicle “lifer” like those around me.
Being an office of the Canadian Government, you hear a lot of Quebecois French accents. That’s because the office has to be able to serve people in both official languages. The funniest owner of a French accent is the security guard at the front desk. When I showed up for the interview, I walked up to the desk and before I could say a word, he greeted me by name.
“Ah, you are early, Mister Jo-way.”
“How’d you know my name?”
“We’re da gubber’ment, hein! We know h’everyt’ing!”
Welcome to the working week, folks.
Takin’ care of bidniss! Nuthin’ says “serious bidniss” like a Steve Jobs vest, a cell phone and an iBook.
Welcome to the Working Week
(Lyrics by Declan McManus, a.k.a. Elvis Costello)
Now that your picture’s in the paper being rhythmically admired
And you can have anyone that you have ever desired
All you gotta tell me now is why, why, why, why?
CHORUS
Welcome to the working week
Oh, I know it don’t thrill you, I hope it don’t kill you
Welcome to the working week
You gotta do it till you’re through, so you better get to it
All of your family had to kill to survive
And they’re still waitin’ for their big day to arrive
But if they knew how I felt, they’d bury me alive
(REPEAT CHORUS)
I hear you sayin’, “Hey, the city’s alright,” when you only read about it in books
Spend all your money gettin’ so convinced that you never even bother to look
Sometimes I wonder if we’re livin’ in the same land
Why d’you wanna be my friend when I feel like a juggler running out of hands?
Welcome to the working week
Oh, welcome to the working week