Thought this would never come out:
The original, if you never saw it.
I’ve got my stopwatch going to see how long it takes for that to be translated into German.
Update: Pretty close… Someone added German subtitles.
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Charlie the Deuce
Monday, April 21st, 2008Things to Know
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007The Halloween episode of Cautionary Tales of Swords came out yesterday and it builds into a pretty effective joke, especially if you’ve seen plenty of the old HBO show, Tales from the Crypt.
Best new show this week is definitely Return of Supermans, which takes the basic joke from Superhawk and the Whipmaster to the next level. Well, it’s a little different—making fun of crappy Turkish Knockoff flicks. (If anyone can tell me for certain if they’re doing to the buried alive lady in this one is what I think they’re doing, a tip of the cap to you…)
I bought new shoes yesterday for the first time in probably five years. My faithful Dr. Marten’s finally wore out on me. I’d planned on going to the mall here to get another pair for the $130 or so I’d wisely invested in them lo those many years ago, but my pal told me about a website called Zappos. They were selling my shoes for $94, no sales tax added, and overnight shipping is free—plus if they don’t fit, you can return the shoes within 365 days of getting them with a pre-paid UPS slip. That’s a hell of a deal. I put my order in at 4:43pm yesterday and hoped they’d come tomorrow sometime. They were delivered to the office before noon today, about seventeen hours after I clicked “submit” on the website. That’s impressive. And so are my stylin’, ultra-durable new kicks.
Research is going well. I took most of last week off, but hit the ground running this weekend and am off to the races. I plan to get a shit-ton done over the next week. And will make an effort to post something at least mildly entertaining daily.
Summer’s Over
Wednesday, September 5th, 2007I’m back from my weekend getaway to Florida sporting flip-flops with a church-key built into the sole. Some unimaginative fools pointed out that I might step in crap and then open up a beer with a crappy beer opener—failing to realize that I’ve got two feet, dumbasses.
While down there, I was fortunate to spend two days in a mansion a block from the shore on Hutchinson Island.
I kayaked the Haulover Canal and was able to watch a manatee eating grass about six feet away from me.
I surfed the outers off New Smyrna Beach the day the Orlando Sentinel declared it the shark-bite capital of the world. It was pretty sharky according to the experienced surfers I was with. It was my first time trying to surf—as if I didn’t have enough to concentrate on, I’d occasionally see a black-tip poke up out of the water about 25 yards out to see. None came too close that I noticed and nobody was bitten on the day I was there that I know of. The waves weren’t great, but I caught three of them. Wasn’t quite able to stand up, but I rode one all the way to the shallows kind of squatting at the back of the board.
I only saw one alligator, a little three-foot youngster who was ineptly and unsuccessfully stalking some attentive carrion birds fighting at the water’s edge of Lake Dora. I did eat some alligator and also conch for the first time, further dwindling the number of animals that I have yet to eat.
There was a lot of beautiful stuff to see and the weather cooperated perfectly. An outstanding end to the summer. I did miss a lot of good baseball, as the Cardinals clomb to within one game of the NLC division lead; and some bad baseball in that Juan Encarnacion suffered a grotesque injury that may end his career. I missed Illinois fail to come back in what sounds like an exciting season opening football game—the return of the Sub Shop vs. Jimmy John’s Cut Above Game.