Month: January 2005

Staring At The Lights The Boxer – Simon & Garfunkel You may have noticed that for a brief stretch there (six days to be exact), there was a significant lack of posts. I like to think that that’s because it’s winter time, generally a slow period for the WAMBAG, and not because we’re a bunch

Video link! The CG for Gene Kelly’s face is pretty obvious, but what can you expect for a thirty second car commerical? News link! What’s that? I should subject myself to insane amounts of radiation so I can turn into the Hulk? Incredible! Thanks University of Toronto, Scarborough Campus!

I was thinking of waiting until I actually had something coherent to post about before dishing out these links, but then I realized that I never have anything coherent to post about. So here’s the links! – Street Fighter: The Ride! Hopefully, no explanation is needed. – Rejected Pentagon chemical weapon ideas. There’s no need

I think the WAMBAG should get in on this lucrative new venture. Who’s with me?

Love And Theft Gimme The Loot – Notorious B.I.G. Can’t concentrate in Major British Writers class. My teacher is babbling about the history of Pride and Prejudice. It’s so boring compared to last class where he did a reading of this other book, which involved him speaking as not one, but two female characters with

Here’s some clickies. I am actually unbelievably tired right now so I don’t have much to say. I mean like…I am so tired that you wouldn’t even believe it man. Like, unbelievably tired. Tired! – Here’s some disturbingly arousing pictures of Bill Gates from 1983. Yee-ikes. – Spiffy microwave experiments. The grape one sounds the

Dick Lit These Days Are Old – Spookey Ruben Somehow, I always forget how to make myself feel better. Last week I complained about every little ol’ thing and now, I’m doing alright. How did this turnaround happen? Easy. I took some physical abuse and decided to act more selfish than usual. Like I said,

So I’m back from a skiing trip over the weekend and – aside from one glorious wipeout – there’s not much to tell. So here’s some news links. Thief with samurai sword robs Winnipeg McDonald’s. Classy. But every site I’ve seen with this link has it listed like “THIS NINJA’S LOVIN IT” or something. But

No one snorts two lines of cocaine off their dead dad in this essay (1 2 3), but I thought it was pretty good regardless.

HATCH – brother of Tontie – comes to us from the lovely and talented Jess, now over at orangetoast.org. It is a difficult game, one that will no doubt consume your soul if you stare too long. Catch the goodies, feed your egg, hatch into something beautifully bizarre. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? In fact, it’s