Saturday, January 13, 2007

icy hammons

is anyone else totally creeped out by this picture?
(stolen from the snooze-leader, jan. 13, 2007)

maybe you have to know the whole statue to find it eerie.

springfield is covered with ice and there ain't no electricity, which means that matt is powerless. powerless to leave silly comments on my blog! oh, what will he do without his daily outlet for 'anonymous' silliness? give it up man, we all know it's you!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Looks like John Q. is a mutant ala Wolverine.

No ice in 42001, just rain, like 2-3 inches.

Anonymous said...

I always knew John Quentin had a cold heart. It IS creepy, and especially so if you know who it is.

So, we can taunt That Guy in his lack-o-electricity isolation? Sounds like Little House on the Grand Street for him and his bride. I hope they've stocked up on lots of no-cook vittles. Just think of all the Philmont food they could be heatin' up over a little cookstove in the backyard! Well, maybe not in the backyard.

We're just happy for whatever balmy breezes we have coming this way that is keeping it rain, not ice.

Oh, and to respond to your blog from the 12th, there is no whey I would drink something with black carrot juice in it.

shley said...

no whey! it was indeed a disappointing beverage.

just think of what john q's HEAD must be like in the ice. drippy icicle fangs? glasses coated with an icy film? creeeeepy.

interesting that we all know who this person is without seeing his head. perhaps the arms are the overall problem with that statues after all- i always thought there was something apelike about it- he looks like he's about to have a fart or grab somebodies bananas while maintaining that non-plussed, half-asleep expression on his face.

Pug said...

It does freak me out a little.

Anonymous said...

Spreadables,yuk, I'd rather starve.

sgt@arms said...

I hope you are all feeling bad about mocking our 6th day without utilities now that you have seen the pictures of mass destruction on Grand Street.
I'm sure the remorse you feel is worse than any punishment you could receive... Now, don't you feel ashamed... Don't you feel terrible? Well, that's all I'm going to say about poor Flick. Now class, I want you to take out pencil and paper. I want you to write... a theme: What I want for Christmas.