Stephen Fry » Blog Archive » Let Fame Let the pheme f be the gene of celebrity, the base unit of fame; its only function is to replicate itself by planting the awareness of a given famous person, x, into the host minds of the masses, m. The pheme of x, f(x) does not demand
Another Little Disappointment » Who Will Ride Me Like The Horse That I Am TOP FIVE REQUESTS MADE OF PROFESSIONAL DWARF 1. Can you ride me like a horse please, like I am a big proud horse 2. Can I knock on your overhanging forehead please, I want to see whether it’s like a block
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Big Daddy & the Hobbit., originally uploaded by Hot Grill. I’m already having one of the most stressful days of my life, when the phone on my desk rings and our imperturbable elderly receptionist
The RAM Raider: Future Publishing Readership Goes From “Strength” To “Strength” Xbox 360:Officially Corrupt Xbox 360 Magazine: 65,673 (gaining 22,993 readers)Xbox World 360: 30,296 (gaining 7,113 readers) “We’re delighted to be leading Future Publishing’s assault on traditional moral values by definitively proving once and for all that honesty is not the best policy,” said a
War Of The Worlds eComic Powered by ScribeFire. Spectacular.
When I moved flat on wednesday, I neglected to bring a duvet or pillows. I also forgot I’d left my sleeping bag with Maria in Bath. Hence, since then, I’ve been sleeping in the nud, as is my wont, with the window wide open and no covering. The neighbours must have had an eyeful… Surprisingly,
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } I *only* called to say I love you., originally uploaded by Hot Grill. Playing on the false equivalence of “only” and “just”, Dave wrote this cartoon. He can be very creative when he wants
http://youtube.com/v/r8FyAzYESSQ Log is the funniest man alive. COS HE KILLED THE FUNNIERS.
That’sPeanuts, by Charles Bukowski The dog finished his supper and disappeared into the doghouse. A minute later, he walked out wearing a leather jacket and dark glasses and padded right past Branaski and out the gate. “You ungrateful son of a bitch. I oughta let you starve.” Thanks to Ed Boucher for this.
.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } 2007 09 Dave & Dan at Green Man Festival, originally uploaded by Dimitri Kissoff.