A font site with a sense of humor.

(Thanks Mimi)

The location of the Death Star has been found.

More from the I-can’t-be-bothered-to-write-so-I’ll-blog-a-funny-mail files:

Dr Wank: “So I’m doing a search for “icecream” under google’s image database because I want a nice pic of ice cream for one of my lectures where I discuss the positive correlation between its consumption and rates of violent crime. Safe-search is on, which normally filters out porn and so on, but yet I get the following:

http://www.furry.org.au/Drhoz/melfem/drh-icecream.jpg (not really safe for work)

Now I’m a pretty open-minded guy, but that’s just fucked up. What the hell is going on here?”

Any thoughts?

From the inbox today:

“I don’t suppose any of you know how to decompose a Gaussian function into row and column vectors, eh?

Gaussian filters have a nice property in that they are separable into two vectors, but I can’t figure out how, given a Gaussian matrix, one derives the component vectors.

[Dr Wank]”

“of course i do..don’t be ridiculous everyone knows how to decompose a Gaussian Function. Don’t feed it for a week..it dies, then decomposes..simple.

M.”

www.subservientchicken.com

From a CBC story about Calgary winning the conference: “Stanley Cup fever has reached most corners of the city, inspiring one high school to schedule final exams around the games in the final series, which gets underway next week. The school doesn’t want students trying to write exams the morning after a game.”

(thanks Dr. Wank)

Also, and Bill will be happy about this, Don Cherry last night was bitching against hockey fans making too much noise. “Don’t be jerks”, he said, noting that the revelry could backfire, as merrymakers even woke up the Flames themselves.

Get five marriage proposals.

But seriously, it’s amazing how much people are willing to pay (3850$ for a 1200$ dress) just because the guy is witty.

A meme:
1. Pick up a book.
2. Turn to page 23.
3. Pick out the fifth sentence.
4. Post it to your blog with these instructions.

The passage:

Mr Ewart, eh, Johnny Dawson gied me your address… jist popped roond tae say thanks for everything the other day, Wullie coughed nervously.

From Glue, by Irvine Welsh, author of Trainspotting. (Yeah, I’m preparing for Scotland).

The backtrack:

sippey » Caterina » David Chess » Long story; short pier » skelkins
» patrick

A priest sent me these two links.