This child is right to be terrified; those are the cold, dead eyes of a killer if ever I saw them. Gasp in amazement at more horrifying Santa pictures here.
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Cut out the middle man
I for one welcome …
I won’t have a word said against ducks. Which is strange because up until last week, I couldn’t have cared less. The most hardened duckophobe in the world could have marched up me to and launched into the sort of vicious anti-duck tirade that has people creasing up with embarrassment and discomfort, staring at their feet, wishing they were somewhere else. Not an eyelid would I have blunk. But that was then. That was before I had spent a happy afternoon watching a little duck family going about their ducky business in a pond in the Phoenix Park. Cute? Cute doesn’t even nearly cover it. Especially when it comes to baby ducks or “ducklets” as I believe they’re called. Wee balls of semi-transparent fluff who follow each other around even though it’s obvious that the lead ducklet hasn’t a clue where he’s going and is simply faking it, hoping the mammy duck will come back to the surface soon, preferably with a bit of soggy bread. And they don’t even get wet! I don’t know how they do it, what cunning trick they employ, but somehow the water just rolls off them like … oh. Right. Anyway, the point is that ducks have shot to the very top of my favourite birds chart, which is a highly respected chart that I have just made up. I plan to devote the rest of my life to their cause insofar as I will toddle across the street once in a while and throw bread at them. At least I think they’re ducks. Small birds in a pond, at any rate. What am I, Bill Oddie?
Behold the home page of disgraced TD, PJ Sheehan. Honestly, I could stare in wonder at this all day. Someone puked this up, then sat back and congratulated themselves on a job well done. The mind boggles. The senses tumble. As my friend Trish pointed out, it’s somewhat disappointing that the graphic on the left isn’t dancing.
Ye olde WTFe
The Huffington Post has a collection of hallowe’en costumes from yester-year. They’re ‘creepy’ in the way that the Antarctic is ‘chilly’. I am frankly sorry that I looked at them and so will you be when you click here.
Stan Lee, man of the people
Just another day at the office for comic-book maestro, Stan Lee. I love how quietly pleased and utterly comfortable with themselves the fans look. You can find more here.