Wednesday

Mufasa and Google Images


(bigger picture of Mufasa in article, click to see)

I have a Stat Counter thingy at the bottom right hand side of this page, it’s that little blue box like thing under the I Power Blogger box like thingy. Go look if your curious, but don’t click on the games links, well not yet anyway, you can play those later, first you have to read this.

For those who don’t know what Stat Counter does. It records all the people that come to my site, like you. Then it gives me directions to your house and lists all the contents of your refrigerator so I can stop by and ask for a nice cold glass of iced tea and a bosc pear, if you say sorry I’m fresh out I’ll know you’re lying. Yes that’s the power of the internet, oh and stop buying the artificial butter, it’ll kill you, get the real stuff.

But more important then that, it tells me if you came to my site through a link; which up until now has been NEVER. Yes sad as that sounds, no one links to my wonderful tidbits known as Gray Matter Garbage. But don’t feel sorry for me, just tell your friends and enemies, and coworkers and dentists and the guy who fixes your pipes, your mom, the kid that bags your food, and your babysitters best friend who comes over when your not home and eats your butter pecan ice cream to check it out.

However I’m not writing this just to make you feel guilty for not spreading the word about my wonderful but quirky sense of being, nope I’m writing this because all of a sudden I’m getting lots and lots of hits and yes it’s because someone linked to me, more importantly it’s GOOGLE that linked to me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, but before I take my bow I should probably explain a little more. Google really doesn’t love me all that much, and it’s not because they think (although they should) that the world should be reading my blog, it’s because Google sort of messed up, in a Mufasa sort of way.

Remember Simba, you know that cute little lion cub who’s dad was Darth Vader, and not so unlike Luke, managed to cause his fathers death. Well it seems Simba’s old man Mufasa is still very popular on the internet and for whatever reason Google linked my site with Mufasa’s picture, and that picture is ranked number 2 if you go to Google images and type in Mufasa. Pretty neat huh?

The only problem is (or was) is that when people came to my site there was no picture of Mufasa. People are coming to my site, not seeing their sometimes not so full of life paternal lion hero and leaving without taking a look around. Not good, it’s like false advertising, and worse it isn't helping my readership.

Something had to be done, and instead of contacting Google or disappointing millions of Mufasa fans I decide to do the 'right thing' and put up pictures of James Earl Mufasa Vader Jones so everyone could be happy, see how wonderful I can be. I'm like an internet saint that fulfills search desires.

And so, without being too much of a publicity who-a, I present to you Mufasa from Disney's 'The Lion King' ….


NOW GO READ THE REST OF MY BLOG!
... and tell your friends
... or I'll tell everyone what's in your fridge

Monday

Rabbit Season, A New Spin




I was just thinking about hunters and their code of ethics, you know the one about not wasting any part of the kill. As always, I can’t help but see it from the other side.
So here are 10 (short) versions of how that might just go down...


VERSION 1

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Why yes Mr. Bunny I will.

Mr. Rabbit: And if I may be so bold as to ask, what will you be doing with my remains?

Mr. Hunter: I was thinking of making Hasenpfeffer and maybe using your fur to make a purse for my love, I will chop off your feet and sell them as good luck pieces, and use your innards to feed my dog.

Mr. Rabbit: Oh wow you have many uses for me that is nice to know, it’s always good to be useful.

Mr. Hunter: Well I don’t like to waste, I know a guy who kills Bunnies and lets them rot, I think he shames the name of the hunter.

Mr. Rabbit: So just out of curiosity if I were to sneak into your house and kill your wife, make stew from her meat, a pocketbook from her breasts, sold her feet for dog food, and made a wig from her head you’d be ok with this?

BANG Dead Bunny



VERSION 2

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Why yes Mr. Bunny I will. But don’t you worry, I will make good use of your remains, I won’t waste a bit.

Mr. Rabbit: Well that’s good news I was starting to get pissed off for being murdered.

BANG Dead Bunny




VERSION 3

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Why yes and I will make good use of you right down to your feet.

Mr. Rabbit: My feet?

Mr. Hunter: Yes your feet, good luck they are.

Mr. Rabbit: Doesn’t seem to be.

Bang Dead Bunny




VERSION 4

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Yes, but don’t you fear Mr. Bunny, it’s a good day to die, and I won’t waste your death, my family will eat and rejoice in your life.

Mr. Rabbit: Well they already do.

Mr. Hunter: Huh?

Mr. Rabbit: You never asked me my first name.

Mr. Hunter: Ok then what is your first name Mr. Bunny?

Mr. Rabbit: Easter

Mr. Hunter: I’m an atheist.

Bang Dead Bunny



VERSION 5

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Bang Dead Bunny

Mr. Hunter: Ask a stupid question …


VERSION 6

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: How would you like the privilege of feeding my poor family?

Mr. Rabbit: Do they like carrot con carnie? I‘m a great cook

Mr. Hunter: Don’t make this harder then it has to be

Mr. Bunny: But I’m cute and fluffy

Mr. Hunter: Yes and you will make a great purse

Bang Dead Bunny



VERSION 7



Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Hello Mr. Bunny how would you like to feed my family tonight?

Mr. Rabbit: Oh that would be great. I just found a recipe for broiled asshole, I’ll use your head.

Bang Dead Bunny



VERSION 8

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Yes and I vow not to waste any of your remains.

Mr. Rabbit: Do you think I really give a flying fuck asshole?

Bang Dead Bunny



VERSION 9

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: Yup, sorry little fellow but I am strong and you are weak.

Mr. Rabbit: True enough, may I say my prayers before you send me to the great carrot patch in the sky?

Mr. Hunter: It’s the least I can do

Mr. Rabbit: I’ll say

Bang Dead Bunny



VERSION 10

Mr. Rabbit: Hello Mr. Hunter will you be killing me today?

Mr. Hunter: I am the human and you are the pray, it must be this way

Mr. Rabbit: So it seems, may I have a moment of prayer before you send that hunk of lead into my little head.

Mr. Hunter: Sympathy will get you nowhere but sure why not, I’ve got the time.

Mr. Rabbit pulls out a gun and shoots the Hunter dead, hops over his body with his bloody feet to warn against other hunters that the bunnies obtained guns from their grandfathers closets and aren’t afraid to use them.

Within hours the hunt begins for the killer rabbit for no such creature is fit to live on this Earth. After all who is he to kill, even if it’s in defense of his own life.

From last report Mr. Rabbit is standing trial for his life, but word on the street is that it will be a mistrial it seems one juror was seen with a cookbook labeled The Health Benefits of Rabbit Stew.

Thursday

Too old for raisins too young for prunes



J
ust sitting here eating some raisins and thinking … you know that’s going to be trouble.

I used to eat them all time as a kid, raisins that is; then I sort of grew out of them. Just like that or so it would seem, like most people I stopped eating them. What I mean is, kids tend to eat raisins more then adults, maybe it’s those little boxes they come in. You know those little one serving size boxes, Sun-Maid was way ahead of their time when it came to packaging. They had those snack packs a decade ahead of everyone else. We’re talking the 70’s and they had snack packs, maybe sooner I don’t know. I wasn't around before then, I was a kid in the 70’s and I had them, I don’t really care if you 50’s kids had them, you had Elvis, TV dinners & poodle skirts, isn’t the enough? Snack packs in the 70’s, pretty cool when you think about it.

Not as pretty as the Sun-Maid chick, mind you. Okay before you think how twisted it is to say a logo on a box of raisins is a hottie, take a look at her. Go ahead, I’ll make time.
Did you look?
Cute right?
Remind you of anyone?
Winona Ryder?
Yes the answer is yes. It does look like Winona, it looks just like Winona when she had long hair.
Remember, before she went bat shit and shoplifted without a disguise. (These rich Hollywood types, they never take the time to prepare, put a bandana over your face or at the very least a fake nose and mustache.) If only she had planned ahead of time, well that and kept that long beautiful hair of hers, she was a hottie. Did I mention that already? I have no idea what she looks like now but she was a hottie and the Sun-Maid babe is a hottie too, in a drawing, puritan, logo sort of way.

But I wasn’t thinking about Winona Ryder wearing a Richard Nixon mask eating raisins and stealing Edward ScissorHand’s suspenders, no that just sort of slipped out. I wasn’t even thinking about those tiny little boxes of raisins that poodle skirt wearing Elvis fans were once dreaming of, and I sure as shit wasn’t thinking about how people would react to someone who talked about the Sun Maid babe in a shagging sort of way. Nope, none of that, what I was thinking was that raisins are really creepy looking.

They are!
Yes they are. They are creepy.
Are to.
(Sound of stomping feet off) – that would be the raisin eating inner child
Really, you have to agree with me on this.
No really, you HAVE to agree or I send Tony No-Neck over and you don’t want that, he’s been grumpy lately.
Okay, don’t take my word for it, go have a look for yourself, I’ll wait…again.
F’ed up, wouldn’t you say? Creepy even.
One of those things you have to question.
Who was the first to say, “ I’ll eat um ”? Because it wouldn’t have been me, they’re creepy looking.

Hey look!
What are those brown, shriveled up nasty rabbit dropping looking things on the table where we left our grapes last month?
I have no idea but lets eat um.
WRONG!

Maybe it was some sort of winery bully that forced a poor little barrel maker’s son to eat them or be weggied and have his head dunked in a bucket of vinegar. Well that’s how I see it, if you have a better theory I’m all ears.

They just don’t look all that appetizing, maybe that’s why kids eat them. It’s true kids won’t eat broccoli but if they find something gross looking they’ll pop it in their mouths, no really it’s true, kids eat dirt why not raisins? I know they’re sweet, and somewhat tasty and probably help keep you regular but it’s not like they scream out eat me. Pizza has that effect, marsh mellows have that effect, raisins don’t. Yet millions of people enjoy raisins in food, on food and as food, I’m stymied.

But kids love them, and for some strange reason they don’t eat prunes, old people eat prunes.
I’ll eat either, but for the most part I don’t, one is for kids, the other for old people trying to keep regular. I’m as regular as I’m going to get. (Go ahead and insert joke here) People are nuts to associate food with ages, but we do it, even with nuts. Kids start off with peanuts, as you get older pistachios, then almonds, mature folks eat walnuts, and old people still eat prunes.
I know, I know, but that doesn’t change the facts, raisins are ugly dried up brown mushy things that kids eat.

Creepy little fruit.