pimpin’ ain’t easy

3/29/05

My nephew Lucas, who shares the same bizarre sense of humor with my brother Kent, has a few random images on his blog today, so I thought I’d do the same. Besides, my beloved Powerbook is in the shop getting a bigger hard drive, and I’m going through terrible withdrawal. If I thought skipping out on the Celexa was bad, this no-computer-havin’ thing is like going cold turkey on glue-sniffing and heroin.

Anyway, this first one interests me because we’re having a baby – wait, don’t leave! – and it’s amazing how many of the reflexes we keep into adulthood. This pic is from a Rangers baseball game where the bat shattered and flew into the stands. Every single person, regardless of age, makes the exact same flinch as if they were infants:

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I like this next one because when we were growing up, people used to say, “well, be thankful you don’t live in Italy – they pay three dollars a gallon there! So “three dollars a gallon” came to mean, for me, a world where there was mere anarchy, and the falcon could not hear the falconer, and fire rained down from the heavens. Looks like it’s just another day in Malibu, CA:

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Sometimes when I’m feeling blue, I look at this map of the United States – it’s the typical Bush/Kerry red-blue map, except it is done by counties, and the map is skewed to represent population (I believe it’s called a “cartlinear” image). It should make progressives feel a little better, or at least think that we’ve got a nice blue cock for Florida:

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Fellow Tar Heel David Rees writes the infamous “Get Your War On” cartoons, and, well, this one from the latest Rolling Stone needs no explanation:

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0 thoughts on “pimpin’ ain’t easy

  1. Beavis

    >>Besides, my beloved Powerbook is in the shop getting a bigger hard drive,
    Huh huh huh huh huh huh
    Sorry. Couldn’t help it.

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  2. oliver

    That shrinking response predates infancy, runs down the evolutionary tree and into the BIOS of your brain. It’s practically the first thing a veterinary neurologists looks for in testing for brain damage. They call it the “menace response.” I’ve always thought it was a mean thing to do to a sick dog.

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