Hey, F. Sylvester “French as a Second Language” Lybica here. I didn’t actually forget I had a blog, but apparently there are a few people actually reading this thing, so I appreciate you and welcome.
In reality, I got lost somewhere in the Twitterverse for ~ the last month, so naturally this is a post for announcing that I have nothing to post.
Twitter. Twitter isn’t a beast I’ve wrestled with with any regularity in the past, and after some study, the best comparison I can make is that it’s something like a digital ameoba, in which users make up the cytoplasm and Twitter subcultures (which apparently exist, though I’m not sure why that surprised me—maybe it didn’t) are the pseudopods.
I found myself following a few people at first, and as I looked around—following a random assortment of accounts with varying intents—I discovered myself following down paths of comedians, musicians, sports, and many other topics / user types. Fascinating.
At any rate, I am working on some entertainment stuff such as my top music and movie picks of 2014, and some other not-likely-to-be-all-that-cogent milieu.
Also, Otto Glossonym will give us some English tips in his new language column: “Talk Good, Feel Good.”
Additionally, there will at some point be posts on mental health advocacy, world affairs, and other important [actually serious!] issues.
I just know you’re just chomping at the bit for that.
Is it “chomping” or “champing” at the bit? I don’t know. Chimping at the bit.
Chimp at the bat.
Casey at the bat.
I’m not sure if this was intentional or unintentional. Nevertheless, I’m very happy it was immortalized on Vine.
Following his unlikely fourth-quarter touchdown reception during Week 11’s Sunday Night Football
Ass-Beating Game between the Indianapolis Colts and the New England Patriots, Colts left tackle Anthony “Costanza” Castonzo totally did the Zoidberg Dance:
For comparison, here’s Zoidberg doing the Himself Dance, set to some metal music for some reason:
If you can get through all eleven-ish minutes of this little gem, it’s worth it.
However, as its brilliance lies on a scale of absurdity, tenacity, throughness, hilarity, and—most of all—perfectly executed annoyingness, it’s perfectly understandable if you can’t. I did, and trust me, there were several moments where I actually didn’t think it was going to end.
So, venture on into the world of Adult Swim‘s “Too Many Cooks,” if you dare, and when you get back we can sing it over and over together for the rest of eternity.
Whether we like it or not.
This little gem comes to us via ubernerd blog Kotaku.
I’m not sure how you quantify “creepy,” “masterful,” or “awesome,” but this is at whatever the optimal ratio is for something that’s masterfully creepy and awesome.
And he needs a carpenter. Have you ever built experience?
You never know when you’ll find yourself in a Cormac McCarthy novel.
I left this on the shelf as I am already well-versed in the areas of equine pre-, neo-, and post- natal care.*
*Claim may have been fabricated.
Zapped Onto Internet via Nuclear Walkie Talkie
Incidentally, this was on clearance at The Best Store Ever for a dollar.
I guess that means buying this book is like getting mugged, wherein one is punched hard enough to inflict brain damage while having the bus fare torn from one’s hand.
— Bill Hanstock (@sundownmotel) October 1, 2014
Caption this yourself in the comments, if you’d like! The first one has been done for you.
A baloo is a bear.
Via Bill Hanstock. Follow him on Twitter here.