Via Andrew Sullivan. Some are very funny.
Real estate developer Hugh Cummings of Burlington North Carolina was a generous man and a benefactor to his community. But when he built the strip mall that bears his name, he was a little too stingy on the sign:
I was digging through my personal files in the office and found a clipping of the best obituary I'll ever read. This notice was printed in the Daily Item of Lewisburg PA on February 7 2004. It concerns Mr. Louis Casimir Jr., of the same town. I was given a copy shortly after this was printed because my wife is friends with Mr. Casimir's daughter. I understand that an abbreviated version of Mr. Casimir's obituary was read over the air on Car Talk.
Nerve has a list of top 50 commercial parodies, with videos, up. Naturally they've got the happy fun ball.
I always thought "Operation Just Cause" was funny because it sounded so defensive. Was Operation Nuh-UH! taken?
Oh, the moral perils presented by anonymity and the internet.
However amusing, it would obviously be morally wrong to send one of these to, for instance, Sen. Larry Craig (R-Shitter).
Andrew Sullivan's post reminded me of a fun blog called Regret the Error, which runs funny or otherwise notable newspaper corrections. In this case, the Guardian was forced to concede that no matter how awesome Jack Bauer is, and no mater whether John Yoo thinks it would be appropriate, Jack can't interrogate a dead guy.
We said that, in the American TV drama 24, Jack Bauer, the counter-terrorism agent, resorted to electrocution to extract information. You cannot extract information from someone who has been electrocuted because they are dead. (Questioning, the Jack Bauer way, page 1, April 19.
The entire blog, especially the year-end roundups, is fantastic. Enjoy.
In honor of Passover, Evil Monkey considers which imaginary animals are kosher. Via BoingBoing.
Darth Vader, redubbed with James Earl Jones dialogue from "Coming to America." Hilarious. Hat tip: Rumpy at GamingTrend.
Also, don't miss the classic Darth Vader being an asshole.
I have seen Hell. It is modular and brightly colored. It snaps. And it hurts like a bitch when you step on pieces of it in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom.
You might call it Legoland.
A site called Nerve … which is now seriously slammed because of the traffic … has a "Fifty Best Comedy Sketches of All Time" list up, with descriptions, some videos, and links. You may well disagree with inclusion, exclusion, and ordering, but it's a joy just to read.
I never studied the great poets. I'm only an occasional consumer of poetry, and most of college was taken up in political science classes in the grim march towards law school. As a result, I don't know much about the lives of the most prominent poets of the twentieth century.
Nevertheless, when I read this:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
. . . I can tell you with absolute certainty that William Butler Yeats had attended at least one kiddie birthday party.
Via Lowering The Bar: how hard would it be to get your dunked-and-or-roasted ancestors a pardon? Let Kevin summarize:
(Translation: eat it, witches.)