Head Coffin

Picture says it all, iPhone, HTC Eris, Nexus One, Evo 4, Dell Streak. We left the G1 out of the picture.

Just hanging out on a Thursday night looking out the window

I worked on this during many a commute to work on a bus. I think it’s funny, but meh I tend to like things related to the walking dead (also known as the living dead, the undead, or just plain zombies)

It could be funnier if you read this first, maybe I don’t know.

I thought at one point of time I was very original / creative by taking this classic poem and tweaking it the way I did, until I watched the Shrek Christmas special thingy and everyone did this very thing, some of which where pretty darn clever. Ah well all the same here it is enjoy / suffer through it.

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So back in the 80’s there was this movie called projectX. It was about these monkeys that where being trained to fly planes after being exposed to high levels of movie “radiation”. It was the militarys goal to see how long a pilot could continue to operate a plane after exposure and see if they could finish their mission. This movie had a profound effect on quite a few people and sparked a whole generation of animal rights and the evils of animal testing. It also made my brother cry for exactly the second time in front of his friends. (the first time being ET)
While most feel that testing on animals is bad, they over look a very important aspect in animal health that is lost with the banning of animal testing.
I’m talking of course of when I wash my dog. None of the shampoos and soaps and conditioners have been tested on animals so I have no idea if it will burn my dogs eyes or give him cancer. I’ve tried googling for known animal tested products, but no one will fess up to it.
So now, thanks largely to big cry babys, every time I bathe my dog I could potentialy be blinding him burning him or giving him cancer, thanks a lot.

Finally, I have proof that my boy isn’t seceretly a changling bot slipped in our home during the dark of night by automoton demons hoping to steal our flesh child and have their own metalic abomination raised in our boys’ stead, unsuspecting to us. Well not totaly unsuspecting. I’ve had my doubts to the legitimacy of my son’s claim on the human race for some time. From the way he sleeps with his eyes open, to the sound of fans whirring up to speed when he’s been crawling around for a while, I’ve had my suspicions as to my “son’s” origins.

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