Full text of recent spam I received, that I read due to the interesting subject line, Fucking Saint Valentine:
What are you to do if you have bad erection? Especially
in the forthcoming Saint Valentines Day???
Don t worry, it is not the last of pea-time…
The most simple way is to visit our site, order the
medication and that is all you are to do!
Do not kill the clock!
February 2004: Fuck Everything, We’re Doing Five Blades
February 2005: Gillette Fusion ad debuts at Superbowl XL
This could not have been anticipated, nor more brilliant. While I could describe it to you, gentle reader, I think you’ll find yourself tickled by the surprise as I was. I promise it’s nothing offensive.
Carina wanted me to hear this Italian pop song to get my opinion. My one-line review was “I feel like this song should be charging me $4.95 a minute.” Carina then explained that the translated lyrics amount to a man apologizing that he won’t take his lover in a manly fashion because she is only seventeen. My review stands.
They’re not kidding. This game is hard. What’s amazing is that the game branches considerably based on your choices. Take your time, explore, and get your briefcase from near the desk. Also, don’t give anything away unless you’re sure it’s the right time and place. I played for a couple hours without success, but I did get to die and come back as a dog.
My friend and colleague, Tim McKee, is a finalist in this poster design contest for a wicked-cool series of games. Throw him a vote while you’re toolin’ around the web. This is your chance to use your powers for good.
I’m way behind the times on this one. I know. I also understand that at this point, people have to be irritated with this thing (and thus never sent it to me.) But allow me to tell my story.
The high school stage combat troupe that I teach over the fall and winter got this dance tune rocking on the auditorium stage. Since I was chronicling this year’s troupe in documentary style, I decided to get footage of it.
The students were captivated by the pure joy of the tune. Combine that with my own feelings of euphoria over the way the show had gone and it made for child-like-in-their-purity memories, which is part of why I do the whole thing in the first place. Unfortunately, my adult decorum didn’t come down on the party as it should have, and the troupe was chastised for playing the song loudly over the auditorium speakers. Our group is known for its rigorous discipline, and I should have been more responsible and saved them (and me) from a tainted reputation, but such is life. Really, no harm done.
Still, this was my first exposure to the song. So to find the meme that no doubt started the whole nasty business brought lovely little giggles to my somewhat dampened spirit this week. Without further ado, I give you a small compilation of…
Numa Numa dance [Newgrounds embedded flash, opens in new resizing window, don’t panic, reload for multiple versions]
See also: The Llama Song. Or don’t. It’s entirely up to you.
The Czelt is up for MKE Online’s blog of the week, as former winner Johnny Mack points out. Load up the votes with all your spare email addresses, won’t you?
