Archive for October, 2007

The World’s Smallest Parking Lot!

Escape to India?

(Click on image for a closer inspection)

Addendum: OK, imagine this scenario: Someone arrives at, oh, say 6.30pm to grab a bite at Passage to India. And there’s a car parked in the spot – an unexpectedly tricky makeover session running long at Escape Beauty.

Yes! When, exactly, does Evening start?

All I can see here is an ugly aloo/aloe situation.

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Discovered by Pil on her Fantastic Adventure!

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SGM gets zapped... again...

The Continuing Misfortunes of Simple Graphics Man ~

#25: The Phantasmagorical Phenomenon.

In which Simple Graphics Man encounters the twin perils of ball lightning and possible rail disaster.

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Thanks once again to jedimacfan for this latest SGM sighting.

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Queasy

Hydrogen

Laminate

Spokesman

Flume

Atramentous

Quincunx

Traipse

Mauve

Hagioscope

With the exception of the astute few, the general Cownoscenti somehow comprehensively failed to notice that on this International Talk Like a Pirate Day past, the whole of Tetherd Cow Ahead was in piratese.

This is a massive shame because there was some gut-quakingly funny stuff to be had, especially via some of my more serious posts.

Before the magic of ITLAPD wore off, though, I was able to snap a little snippet out of my Cracked, Plastered or Just Incompetent post for posterity.

If you remember, it was an account of the trials and tribulations of my attempts to find a plasterer to do some work on my house. Go read the post to familiarize yourself with my conversation with the little rotund man with one tooth.

Got that?

This is the way the conversation would have happened had we been pirates:

So. I need ye t’ give me a quote in writin’.

Aye! (shakes his head as if t’ say ‘nay’).

Can ye do that this week?

Aye.

Can ye send it t’ me by th’ end o’ th’ week?

(The ornery cuss brandishes his business card) Have ye got lines?

Lines?

Lines! Shiver me timbers! Lines!

(The ornery cuss waves his card again, I’ll warrant ye. I look confused. The ornery cuss points at me computer. Fetch me spyglass, and a bottle of rum! A lightbulb pops on o’er me head).

Oh! You mean email!

Nay! Nay!

(The ornery cuss shakes his head violently and waves his card again, I’ll warrant ye. I have NO notion what he means).

So yez all missed out on the laughs. That’ll teach yer to pay attention. Now you’ll have to wait a whole year to see whether or not the Curse of the Black Cow is cast once again over my writings.

No Escape

Who Says Wool is Unmanly?

I’ve noticed that a number of the blokes who appear in Phoebe Fay’s regular ‘Beefcake Friday’ offerings have the air of, shall we say, ‘confirmed bachelors’.

To this end I present the above chap in his sartorial splendour for a special Aussie ‘Lamington Friday’ Tribute.

Down, Phoebe, down!

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Thanks to Violet Towne for the scan! x.

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