It always sucks to have a typo on a Web page.

Some typos, though, are worse than others. Consider:

There are three typos in this screen cap, but one is clearly a cut above the rest.

Yes, I personally think that Allen Iverson is a game-winning shit.

[Hat tip to Scott for catching this.]

Roger keeps getting funnier and funnier with this whole series. The latest is a parody of the Cave Scene. I lost control very early on in reading this because Roger invoked John Wesley, the founder of my denomination. The person he had invoking it was Kirk, who is probably one of the most staunch Calvinists I know. Methodists and Calvinists, well, we disagree on lots of things, so having Kirk read Wesley’s “words” sent me into a crying, laughing fit.

[At least Rick is finding this funny.]

Another in a series of a series of … yeah.

[I really can't rip of Keillor mercilessly here, can I?]

Roger has posted the .net Rabbit Scene published. What always amuses me about this one is that Michaela is dating a guy named … Tim. That’s why she got the role of enchanter.

Using Richard and Zac to read the bits out of the Book of Armaments is also great; they have a great capacity for long, profound AYOR posts.

As you can tell, I’m unhealthily amused by all this. Not often I get to be king, though. [That's why I really grew the beard, by the way.]

John Wilson is the name I think of when I think of the term “asshat”—not that John is one, but I’m pretty sure that John is the first person to use the term around me.

In honor of John introducing me to the word, I present the following:

That, folks, is an asshat–not for his support of the Democrats—although YMMV!—but purely for having an ass on his hat.

Roger Brasslett is back with another of his Holy Grail parodies: Taunting the Tyrant. It’s a great parody of the seen at the French castle.

[I need a laugh this morning; the boss and the other engineer leave town today, and, predictably, the great bowels of CMC have finally begun to move. Fun times.]

In the same vein as the Photochopped Wheaties Box, I present one of a series of parodies of Monty Python and the Holy Grail that Roger Brasslett has worked up: I’m Being Repressed!

I can’t decide whether it’s funnier to explain the inside .net jokes or just let you guess…

You know you’re feeling the love when you get Photochopped by your peeps …

Simply hilarious. Nice work, Keith.

I didn’t … until now.

Must … stop … giggling …

• Wackiness: 20/100
• Rationality: 44/100
• Constructiveness: 62/100
• Leadership: 38/100

You are an SECF–Sober Emotional Constructive Follower. This makes you a hippie. You are passionate about your causes and steadfast in your commitments. Once you’ve made up your mind, no one can convince you otherwise. Your politics are left-leaning, and your lifestyle choices decidedly temperate and chaste.

You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold, and while you normally endeavor on the side of goodness and truth, you have a massive mean streak which is not to be taken lightly. You don’t get mad, you get even.

Please don’t get even with this web site.

Reactions:

1. Just because I haven’t had a haircut in two months and am resultantly shaggy doesn’t mean I’m a hippie. It means that I’ve not made the time to get a haircut.
2. My politics aren’t left-leaning. I’m very much a centrist. Would a left-leaning person have voted for Bush in 2000? I dare say not.
3. “You do tremendous work when focused, but usually you operate somewhat distracted. You blow hot and cold,” and you can get out of my head now, jerkface.
4. Anyone that knows me knows that I’m more of a leader than a follower.
5. How on earth am I only 22% wacky? I know a lot of people who call me wacky, thanks.

Marginally amusing; I find that I fit more of the alternate personality types than this one, especially on the R/E F/L spectrum. [Hat tip to Eric Meyer.]

I am reminded of the comment left by the very funny Mark Traphagen a while back:

WordPress will have the Internet for lunch, followed by a satisfied burp. WordPress wanted Smiley and so, it now has Smiley. WordPress wants Mic. It will have her. WordPress likes cake, by the way.

WordPress is the new Fatmouse.

N.B.: The Smiley in question is Mark Smiley; the Mic is Michaela Forbes, who has repeatedly and vehemently stated her objections to using WP without any rationale. I still like her, though.

This is perhaps funny only if you have seen Fatmouse.

So sue me … I need a cheap laugh right now.

Ronnie Reagan’s dead, and I don’t feel so good myself.

The Google-bombing of my one entry about Ronald Reagan has begun. I’m going to leave it open to comments for sheer humor value alone.

I wish I could take bets on the over-under of comments posted in the next week.

I just found out why: I’m #1 on Google for Enough about Reagan as of this writing.

Oh my.

This will be fun.

Subservient Chicken has to be one of the foofiest things I’ve seen in a while.

Burger King has taken the “have it your way” idea to all new heights.

[Hat tip to JP on the Rumor Forum.]

I knew he’d do this one day.

For right now, he’s pointing virtualdumbass.com at me.

Wiseacre.

Okay, so maybe my Kenny Mayne reset doesn’t work well in print.

But anyway … I remember having to urge Peter to Weblog much in the same manner as an eagle teaches its young to fly: throwing it out of the nest and screaming, “Just flap your wings, dumbnass!”

Peter might not think he’s funny, but today, he has me rolling:

So there we were, the 5 of us. Sometimes we wondered who would be the first to marry. Who would be the first to leave our ranks? Who would be the first scab to cross the picket line? It seemed clear to us that there would have to be some sort of brutal punishment to fit this obscene act, and so we looked to see how we could punish the first among us to marry. After a long search, we came across a crusty old can of SPAM. There had been some sort of leak or something, because the top of the can was brown and slightly sticky. Our just verdict was that the first man who left our ranks to become a husband would first have to eat that entire can of SPAM. At the time, it was already over a year old, and this was 4 years ago.

Turns out that the can was lost, and now one of the guys is ready to wed. How to keep the code of punishment?

It’s good to have friends in high places. So Tim will get his just desserts. He will eat a can of SPAM that has been scientifically aged 5 years by our comrades at General Mills. If it makes him puke, all the better for the rest of us.

Good stuff.

Even if you don’t know Peter, you should read him … if you like dark humor.

All I can do is link and laugh.

Hat tip to Jeremy Casella, the goofball.