pimpin’ ain’t easy


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:


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:


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:


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:


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.

  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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