January 07, 2004
WHAT TIME IS IT?
TIME FOR A LINK DUMP
New readers may not be familiar with a semi-regular phenomenon here in the Salad Bowl by which I expunge an ever-growing list of "favorites" that I accumulate on my browser.
I affectionately share them using the less than gentle colloquial term: Link Dump.
Click and enjoy. Or not. But definitely one of the two.
I know so little about so many things. Like how to wash a hamster. How To: By You thankfully supplies an answer.
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There may be times in your life when you'd like a message spelled out in animated naked men. I've never felt that urge, but who am I to judge? For those moments, there is Nude Messenger.
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Keeping in that vein, there are a good number of you who like to molest statues. You now have an online home to showcase your shenanigans.
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James Lileks' matchbook collection reminds us of a simpler time, when people could light their cancer sticks and learn about a new career. As he says about the book above, "Hell, in 2000, experienced men lost that much in a DAY."
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This photo proves the Denis Leary maxim that "marijuana doesn't lead to harder drugs, it leads to carpentry."
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I have an 80-pound Golden Retriever. Whenever I take him in the truck, he insists on jumping into the front seat if I park for a few minutes to go into a store. I come out and he's behind the wheel and he's big enough to make it look like he's driving. It always reminds me of dogs playing poker. Someone in the UK seems to think it's pretty funny too. He has a gallery of photos of dogs in cars. Some are funnier than others.
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Not nearly as profane as the nude messengrs is the site that takes the words you type and breaks it up into rock 'n' roll sound clips. Very cool.
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Got a site you hate? (Hopefully not mine.) Send it through the Shredder. It's thereputic, I can assure you.
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Few experiences can match the befuddlement you'll feel when you hear Rolf Harris belt out "Stairway to Heaven" or "I Touch Myself" on his saw.
