No Photoshopping Required. All-Natural Epic Fail.

I wish I knew where to start with this one. Another winner from yesterday's Tea Party, or perhaps Tea Bag Party is the proper term. Who knew? Maybe this is why they needed a permit, though I'm shocked to hear you can get a permit to do this in public. All the men hiding in the bushes at Cheesman Park will be pissed off when they find out all that rolling around in pine needles was unnecessary.

So that's what the riders on Michelle Malkin's short bus where up to...

Michelle Malkin has decided to host "Tea Parties", or some such crap, across the nation to protest the president's proposal to aid homeowners in financial straights. Few showed up, but the ones that did had awesome signs that have, no doubt, changed everyone's minds and foiled the plans of our Islamo-Fascist/Communist/Socialist president. They've saved America. Good job.

Original photo at the bottom of the post. The red arrow was added by Bob Cecsa (Bob Cesca's Awesome Blog! Go!) to indicate the wingnut's baby was trying to escape. Let's hope it found freedom.

Playing with Inkscape

I've been playing around with Inkscape, an open source vector illustration program that is the free equivalent of Adobe Illustrator. I'm whipping up a few more logos for a graphic design splash page for my career adviser to hand out. She keeps telling me that there are more graphic design opportunities out there right now. More than animation, anyway. At least in this area. In any case, these are simple, which is typically how I like to design. These are also lower quality images since for some reason the BlogoGods have taken down Photobucket for maintenance. I'll put better versions up tomorrow.

*new images uploaded 2/19

Imbolc!

Ok, so I'm watching Star Trek II last night and as the Enterprise is kicking shit out of the Reliant, stuff is blowing up on the Reliant's bridge and suddenly I notice some guy dangling from the overhead. I almost said ceiling, but ships don't have ceilings, they have overheads. They also don't have floors, they have decks, no walls only bulkheads. Anyways, WTF? Where did that guy come from? What was he doing up there? Was he up there trying to rub one out real fast and then BOOM comes the phaser fire? Was he changing a light bulb? They have those in the 23rd century? What a way to go. You step up and decide to change a bulb, think maybe you have time for indulging the in the art of self pleasure then WHAM! The Enterprise kicks your ship in it's collective space nuts and there you are, hanging upside down with your Eugenics designed gonads flopping around for the whole world to see. And I bet he didn't even get to finish...