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Visualization of data for no good reason other than to do it…that’s progress in the “knowledge economy”.  Call me a techno-ho - I love this type of geekery.  Check out this video of ALL commercial flights in the world (found it on Wired) - don’t they look like miniature Pac-Man’s gobbling up your sensory input grey matter while you ignore and procrastinate from having meaningful interactions with other humans?

Shannon Wheeler is the genius behind Too Much Coffee Man.  I found this one the other day and just love it.

Okay, I know I promised the Open Love Letter to Liz Lemon next, but I just have to write this post now…

Genpets. Holy Shit.  Honestly, my brain tells me that this is a well-engineered hoax, but my brain has been wrong before.

Genpets are a bio-engineered mammals that come in packages like toys.  They are reported on the site as being alive.  The packaging has electronic devices and chemicals hooked into the Genpet to keep them in a perpetual state of hibernation - they are reported to be breathing.  They bleed, they have bones, they make noises - they are alive in every way you and I are (supposedly.)

In all honesty…IF this is real, I think I’d rather be eaten alive by a white tiger wearing a Bill Cosby sweater than be on a planet where this is happening.  But then again - I’m into freedom of evolution and this seems like a hella way to push those genetic doors open to punctuated equillibrium.  READ THIS WEBSITES FAQS!!!!

I rarely repost someone else’s post, but this one fucking cracked me up.  Read this entire post (I’ve re-posted the first few sentences and provided a link to the rest…)  Those of you who have read my former post on the singing shark know I’m fond of these ancient meat grinders.  This post about the legality of being chomped by a shark is…enlightening…

“I know this is random, but I just want to clear this up for people out there.

There are these things called shark attacks, but there is no such thing as a shark attack. I have never seen a real shark attack.

I know you’re making a weird face as you’re reading this. OK people, a shark attack is not what we see on TV and what people portray it as.

We’re humans. We live on land.

Sharks live in water.

So if you’re swimming in the water and a shark bites you, that’s called trespassing. That is called trespassing. That is not a shark attack…”  READ MORE…

Dale sent me a few of this guys drawings a while back.  Luckily I still had one on my desktop.  I don’t have a link to a site for him because it was a bitch to Google this guy and come up with the Peter Taylor I was looking for - so find him yourself.

Oh yeah, sorry to have vanished.  Things have been rather odd in James land the past few weeks.  Usually life is either good, bad, or neutral - but never a mixed bag.  Lately, I’ve had the party mix and, although I’m quite happy, I’m looking over my shoulder often.  Here’s a short list of what’s happened lately - hit a guy on his bike with my car, ended my contract after 2 1/2 years at the job, getting more freelance work, finished the first cartoon with my production company and sent it off to Adult Swim, met a great lady (of course she’s moving away soon), clean bill of health at the dentist, great parties with great friends, my back healed so my ankle nearly broke…

So, yeah, I’m sorry and still love you all and love blogging.  I’ll be more regular.

Sorry I’ve vanished a bit folks.  Burying those bodies took a while and then I got strep throat AND a sinus infection.  I’m thinking of having my tonsils replaced with walnuts decorated by 2nd graders - some sparkles, rubber cement, perhaps those googly eyes that school art programs can still budget.  OH SHIT - that would be awesome.  I’m also conisdering having a helicopter landing pad tattoo put on the crown of my scalp since my receded hair pattern basically resembles that anyway.

Laugh at this site, Garfield Minus Garfield - it’s shockingly brilliant.

Although I don’t TOTALLY agree with this image’s implications (I’ve turned into a hell of a romantic in my silver years), this is damn funny. I found it on flickr in this image stream: http://flickr.com/photos/unnamed/78537071/in/photostream/

The F.B.I has decided to let one of their agents investigate the case of D.B. Cooper again. For those of you who’ve had your head squarely planted in someone other idiot’s asshole for the past 3 decades, Cooper hijacked a plane, released the passengers for 200 G’s, then kept the crew as hostage to fly him to Mexico City but bailed with a parachute between Seattle and Reno.

First off, aren’t we fighting a war on Terrorism? Even ONE more man investigating terrorists - RATHER than some some non-descript dude desparate AND stupid enough to only ask for 200 Grand and then jump from a plane only to LOSE a portion of the cash in the wilderness - will make me feel a little safer about not having people massacred because they worship Capitalism and happen to be broadly defined as a “Westerner”.

Second - come on…really, just come on already. This is just fucking stupid. A 36-year-old case, beyond-the-statute-of-limitations is suddenly “hot” again? Guess what, so are my testes in May. Let’s all move on, watch Grey’s Stupidity, drink bad German beer that all the plastic people on 20 second clips sip, or whatever lame, Caucasian dogshit that American’s are currently zeitgeisting into the next painfully embarassing fad.

Christmas Tree.

Ike Turner.