February 4, 2013

In the Blog-Has-a-Theme-Today Café...

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... it's just a feeling I have about the way things seem like they want to connect up in a sort of a head-bone-connected-to-finger-bone kind of a way.

79 comments:

John said...

Breasts?

John Henry

campy said...

Domes? (Super, Capitol ...)

ricpic said...

Two field mice lovin' it up below the mantel.

Scott said...

Muskrat Love

CWJ said...

Somebody rescue that woman. I think I see the tip of her nose in the background.

EMD said...

One testicle is usually a little bigger than the other.

Levi Starks said...

Asymmetrical enhancement

SGT Ted said...

Looks like a guy with a big gut fell asleep and the snow covered him.

ndspinelli said...

Merv Griffin theme shows were my favs? Or, was it Mike Douglas?

bagoh20 said...

Honey, did you let the dogs in last night?

AprilApple said...

It's a snowman taking a nap. He needs a carrot and two lumps of coal.

Astro said...

The coroner's report said that Frosty died due to an overdose of dihydrous oxide.

McTriumph said...

I'd have those moles checked out.

AprilApple said...

You could turn it into a snowman house of horror.

Astro said...

O I C.
His head is missing.
Somewhere there is a line of snowmen's heads facing east with sticks stuck in where the eyes go.

Titus said...

tits.

Pogo said...

It's The English Patient 2: The Korea Conflict

"The critically burned man did not in fact die from a morphine overdose, but awoke, survived, and recovered. He volunteered for action against the communists, and was shot down over Taiwan, and again is nursed by a beautiful woman. This time, however, she uses synthetic marijuana to shuffle off his mortal coil."

bagoh20 said...

Golden Ratio = 1.61803398875...

Pogo said...

I'd biopsy the larger one.

Pogo said...

She's the spittin' image of her mom.

Fprawl said...

The same view you get from Dolly Parton Highway in Sevierville Tn.

Fprawl said...

The same view you get from Dolly Parton Highway in Sevierville Tn.

Rabel said...

A preview of next year's halftime show at the Meadowlands?

Aridog said...

... just a feeling I have about the way things seem like they want to connect up in a sort of a head-bone-connected-to-finger-bone kind of a way.

Finger bone connecting to the Head bone...

edutcher said...

That lady has a flat tire.

Scott said...

That's why the lady is a tramp.

Rusty said...

EMD said...
One testicle is usually a little bigger than the other.

Which reminds me of a limerick.


There once was a man from Asizes.
With balls of varying sizes.
One was quite small.
Almost no ball at all.
But the other was large and won prizes.

Thank you.

Baron Zemo said...

It's obvious.

Jennifer Lawrence.

Pogo said...

Curly Howard and son, drowning.

AlanKH said...

Hoth is lovely this time of year.

Sharc said...

Close, John. It's clearly the moon on the breast[s] of the new-fallen snow.

Pogo said...

"Thetans. I hate those guys."

Pogo said...

The heads were carefully deposited in a row or small mound, facing east toward the rising sun.

chickelit said...

Hibernation?

Synova said...

it's a dead snowman

dur

Pogo said...

“It is the academic conclusion of the University of Leicester that beyond reasonable doubt, the individual exhumed down to the village is indeed Frosty the Snowman, the last bit of magic in that old silk hat they found," said Richard Buckley, lead archaeologist.

The remains indicated a personage who had a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal.

Buckley then added, inexplicably, "Thumpetty thump thump, Thumpety thump thump.”

Chip S. said...

That's a plaster cast of Richard III's grave, isn't it?

Synova said...

Actually... it's a dead snowman and it's head is facing East.

Sun from the South(ish) during winter.

kentuckyliz said...

I didn't know the snowman was Muslim.

Which makes him the Abominable Snowman.

Ann Althouse said...

You can see what's under the snow back here on December 6.

Pogo said...

No, that's not it.

Synova said...

Dead Pumpkins... are you going to let them grow vines out of their bellies come spring?

Pogo said...

I'm always curious how sometimes pumpkins seem to grow out of nowhere, at least whence the seeds came is a mystery.

Pogo said...

“Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

edutcher said...

Just tripped over this in passing:

Althouse rated 50th in top 150 Conservative websites.

Although Maggie's Farm is more accurate categorizing the blog as Eclectic, many congrats, Madame.

gadfly said...

Leaf bags! I was hoping for something more exotic.

wv= hills n' hollers

Pogo said...

I think it's the two punkins.

gadfly said...

edutcher said...
Just tripped over this in passing:

Althouse rated 50th in top 150 Conservative websites.


Which reminds me, Google has #7 Breitbart blocked.

Chip S. said...

Google has #7 Breitbart blocked.

I've encountered no such problem. I guess my upgrade to GoogleVRCW is already paying off.

Chip S. said...

VRWC, that is.

ooonaughtykitty said...

Horseshoe Crabs

edutcher said...

gad, there's something that's been going around the Internet today.

I sent Ann a note about it because my browser (Chrome) flagged it.

Apparently, it's been fixed - Insta has a post about it.

Chip Ahoy said...
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Chip Ahoy said...

Messed the link up there.

I have pondered the meaning of this photograph over the alethiometer, the white dust being the most alarming element, and set the three most obvious symbols for snow and for white and for lumps, the wheels spun into action the cogwheels ticked one to another and slipped into place and this is what the golden Compass of Truth revealed in the present tense and mood.

traditionalguy said...

I see Igloos in the arctic's record breaking wind swept cold. When the huge populations of Polar Bears are starting to hunt the Inuit, then the last thing needed is Obama's Fantasy Land of windmills.

Bob Ellison said...

The story of the day comes from Argentina. It worked for Nixon! It worked for Weimar Germany! It's working today for Japan and China! Let's do it!

Lem said...

The bumps in the backyard.

Chip Ahoy said...

The Sunne in Splendour is how I became an expert on all things War of the Roses. That's how it goes, I read a book and blam I'm an expert.

Along with rehabilitating Richard III, Sharon Penman showed me something authors do, must do seems to me. Keep a file for specific things of interest that have no useful place driving the plot but fill it out. Irresistible things come along that cannot be ignored so they're put into a file and deployed at will. Like sweary words.

There are some really wonderful oaths of that period mostly involving poxes and houses and family members and such but it wouldn't do to put that in the mouths of nobility, they speak a different form of the same language. But by writing in a knight rushing past on his steed and kicking over an ungifted peasant the readers see the author introduce a character for the single purpose of unloading her entire file of swears in one amazing scene and set it apart from the serious tone of the whole rest of the work where no other such oaths appear.

Chip Ahoy said...

I got in the stupidest fight today. It's been building up but today it exploded. Or maybe popped. I don't know. The thing is that there's been a pile up of incredible repetition that's driving me insane when people do it and I can't handle it properly because it gets me. It's when two things combine, speaking to me like I'm an employee or a servant, that is, issuing a directive, and repetition. The repetition of a directive flicks a switch that causes me to go for the throat. It goes like this:

"I called to tell you something."

"You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do. You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do.You need to blah blah blah and be sure to blah blah blah and say blah blah blah when you do."

"SHUT UP!"

"You know, Chip, you yell at me every time we talk and I don't appreciate it."

Chip Ahoy said...

Or else it goes like this:

"Okay what did you say your name was again?"

"What is your address?"

"Zip"

"Phone number"

"email address"

"Okay, now, to confirm that ... "

Astro said...

Hang up. It does wonders for your peace of mind, and the other person will quickly learn to behave properly.

kentuckyliz said...

Glenn Reynolds linked to a book on Amazon today...called...

drumroll please...

Enjoy the Decline

kentuckyliz said...

Now is the winter of his deep cement

Inga said...
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gadfly said...

edutcher said...
gad, there's something that's been going around the Internet today.

I sent Ann a note about it because my browser (Chrome) flagged it.


I noticed after the Super Bowl that the stupid Google Chrome malware block even shut down my blog because I had a link to Breitbart. I guess I can now reactivate my Breitbart link. Thanks for the info.

Inga said...

Liz, I made a comment several days ago linking this book and the uncanny resemlence between the author and our very own H'ordevoursoftheInternet..


Credit goes to Phx for his brilliant twist on the W's moniker, H'ordevoursoftheInternet.

Inga said...

*Resemblance*

edutcher said...

We live to swerve.

Chip Ahoy said...

Now is the winter of deep disco mints.

Chip Ahoy said...

deep dish condiments.

Chip Ahoy said...

dip continental tents

kentuckyliz said...

Inga, sorry I missed that.

Horse devours?

Hors d'oeuvres?

kentuckyliz said...

Deep cement refers to finding the remains of Richard III under a parking lot.

Inga said...

Yeah, Hors d'oeurveoftheinternet. :)

edutcher said...

At last report, Noel Coward, Oscar Wilde, and Saki were at at peace in their graves.

edutcher said...

all at peace

Chip S. said...

More like ordureoftheinternet.

Joe Schmoe said...

Kinda reminds me of our youngest daughter. She's two years old. She usually sleeps with her butt up in the air like that.

city said...

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