Did someone say skeletons?

Here’s a local lady.

I went looking for Posada woodcuts of skeletons eating SAMMICHES, but no luck. Perhaps J– can help.

I kinda wanted it a bit more choppy/Pythonesque. There’s a v.2 in there somewhere. I think I’d have to do it in Flash to put the audio to it, and I don’t know Flash from a hole in the ground. One way to learn, I suppose.

Oh, and a favorite woodcut, just to skew the stats.
Alice in Wonderland. I used to have one on my wall, twenty-some-odd years ago. The version on my wall had a pastel underprint that made the whole effect all the nicer.

Checking in for the sole purpose of fixing pedestrians percentages and celticgirl’s concerns.

Behold, woodcut of a sandwich.

What!? Perhaps the Republican Senator just periodically patted him on the thigh and technically the fingers extended into the inner part.

Oh, and somebody’s claiming to have had a threesome with Maria Cantwell and Patty Murray in the comments. YIKES.

Seconded. I agree with kingubu re: troll metric.

POOP

Scuse my finGAHs.

That SO KICKS ASS.

Or is it “grabs”?

This is something that could be grafted on to wordpress quite easily (I’d just do it all in javascript if I were doing it; wordpress plugins are even worse than wordpress itself.)

Obviously, the true danger will be that when the Greater Latin American Conglomeration takes place, the white man will no longer be allowed to call it “soccer” but football, as is proper and true.

And then we’ll have to call America’s football “rugby for pussies in pads and helmets”.

I know, terrifying, but really, it’s much prettier in Portuguese.

Well, there’s always self-harm, but honestly, I’m bent just enough that I can’t really find myself to break in and go, “no, don’t hang yourself” to someone that’s gonna go for it whether I say so or not.

I mean, I might ask them to not do it around my house, but that’s only because I don’t want to have to board up a room because someone died there.

Plus, when I gave up Catholicism, that “suicide’s a mortal sin!” stuff went right out of my wheel of morality.

Werd.

During the Late Cambrian, I was on a listserv that was much like the cast of regulars here– smart, edumacated people seeking mental refreshment though the delicate mixture of advanced post-doc punsmithing and POOP jokes. Along the way, we picked up a troll. Dude had serious problems– obsessive, paranoid, abusive, threatening– honestly, he made our little Troofy look like a fluffy bunny. Long story short, that joyfully absurd digital commune disintegrated [insert tiny tear]; not because of anything the troll did directly, but because of the over-reaction among the regulars over what to do about him.

Here’s my metric: If something the troll says gives me a chance to bring Teh Funnay– whether its by making fun of him directly or by using him as a proxy for right-wing bullshit generally– I say its all to the good and it doesn’t really disrupt what we come here for in the first place. Any response that proceeds from the notion that you’re gonna learn that stupid asshole a thing or two, or that in any way treats him as anything other than a source of comedy, that’s when you break the snark bubble and make the Baby SadNo cry.

Unfortunately, it’s even easier than that. Using TOR (the onion router) all you have to do is close your browser and re-open it and you get a new IP address.

He might even be delusional enough to think he can “take down” SN via trollflood (I’m sure he imagines mikey’s departure is a victory).

But our troll hurt somebody in real life? Not in a million years. This pathetic bastard is reduced to flailing about on the internet, smearing shit on the walls of an obscure snark blog because the commenters won’t take him seriously. This is not a person who is effective or self-actualized enough to actually get anything done in the real world.

well, the soccer would be better..