Robot Monkey Pants

File this one under big-time nostalgia. Does this pic take anyone back?

When I see this pic, the first word that comes to mind is “Scribbler.” And nobody here really knows what that means.

I have a little single serving of corn from Green Giant. They’re nifty. On the lid of the package, it contains the following:

Microwave 2 to 2½
minutes until hot.
Caution: Hot!

So that’s what we’ve come to? Let me read those instructions in simplified english:

Make this hot. Warning! After you make this hot, it will be hot.

From IMDB’s Knight Rider 2008 TV - Goofs page.

Anachronisms: As the thieves are going through the garage, a Tuned Port Injected engine is seen along with parts from the original K.I.T.T. Firebird. Tune Port Injection was not available in 1982.

Whereas bullet-proof, talking, effete, self-driving Firebirds were on every lot in 1982. Just not with tune port injection.

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complete freaks.

I ordered something from Amazon Japan. The shipment confirmation e-mail is in Japanese, so I flew it through Google Translate so I could appropriately feel the love.

I just love the way it came out.

Greetings from Amazon.co.jp

You ordered the product we shipped today.

Order processing is completed successfully to know about this.

Amazon.co.jp available Thank you. We use Us.

Spot the irony. It’s subtle, but delicious.

[Edit: updated link to something that works.]

Alright, gang. I’m graduating.

For the past 3 months, I’ve been taking comedy classes at Zanies. On Monday, December 3, I’ll take the stage at the downtown Zanies (oldest comedy club in Chicago), along with the rest of my class and perform a five minute bit for your amusement.

The catch is that for you to be amused, you need to be there. So this is my invitation — come see me perform. We want a full house of friendly faces for this. Don’t sweat the cover charge — just let me know if you’re coming and follow the instructions at the end of this post. But do it beforehand, since reservations are required.

Here are the ground rules:

• No yaks.
• No heckling
• Seriously. No yaks.
• If you hear something from the person on stage that you think might be funny, but aren’t sure… it’s definitely funny. Laugh heartily and loudly.
• What is with you and the yaks? Leave them home.
• The comedy club is smoke-free! Yay!
• Okay, you’re allowed one yak, but only if it’s a seeing-eye yak.

That’s it. It promises to be a fun evening for you, and a nerve-wracking evening for me. I’d love to see friendly faces in the audience!
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The drink of my homeland is rum. Depending on who you talk to, it’s either a golden rum, like Lamb’s Palm Breeze or Captain Morgan Newfoundland Gold, or it’s a black rum, like Captain Morgan Dark (what I used to drink in my days there), Old Sam, or the iconic Newfoundland Rum, Screech (I prefer this older label to the new one).

While I appreciate the golden rums (and, please, none of these water-colored rums. Sheesh!), I’ve a soft spot for The Old Black Rum. And we use Screech to make someone an honourary Newfoundlander at a Screech In.

My friend Brian (an honourary Newfoundlander) pointed me at this review of the fine elixir.

Wusses.

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