Showing posts with label ich ein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ich ein. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Evil is as Evil invades.

The Encyclopedia Dramatica article on Nazis is a true Lulzmine. But of all the excellent lulz there, I kinda have to point this one out as Special:




I would talk about Waterloo today, as today is the day one ought to talk about waterloo, but it has been talked about enough and with great aplomb by Johan Gasmask, here. Besides, everything I had to say about Waterloo, I said 190 years ago, to Nappy's face.


"Sire, it is the utter ruin of France."


Peace out. Haz a kitteh:


Thursday, June 5, 2008

A few words about Irony.

Irony, in my humble, is stronger than the force. It surrounds us and binds us true, though sometimes it binds us in the Great Chain, sometimes in a great big hug, sometimes in a shibari bondage kit with ball gag. I give Karma a certain amount of credit for giving me certain choices and presenting me with situations that I might not otherwise have. But that is one thing. Distinct from Irony. Or the amusing coincidence.

Which is what happens when an ex-girlfriend who works in hollywood FX IMs you to let you know that she is working on the Project Valkyrie movie.

And you think, "Damn, I am probably not in that movie at all." Though other people you know will be.

Yes, those are the moments.

*grumbleSpeergrumble*

(p.s.-- I am jealous of the fellow who gets to be played by Eddie Izzard. Also, "Angry SS Officer" = BEST ROLE EVAR. I mean... isn't it just so!)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Some jobs just suck.

Dead Nazis shouldn't work in kennels. Too many fences, and too many flies. At least there wasn't barbed wire.

A bad job is just a bad job. Some lessons endure.

Friday, July 20, 2007

They try. Man, how they try.

For context. I live in a flat with some cats and things and also Johan Gasmask. He's my special friend, I suppose, well, a closer friend now than in times past. He's got a great sense of humor, and is an excellent cook. But anyway.

So today I was reading a wikipedia article on 1984, and snickered at the following:

However, Orwell may also have been influenced by Nazi Reichsmarschall Hermann Göring, who once, in a debatable hyperbolic display of loyalty to Adolf Hitler, declared, "If the Führer wants it, two and two make five!" [2]

In other news, it's July 20th, the anniversary of another friend's Ill fated attempt on the Fuhrer. Because wiring a bomb is a lot more effective if you have both eyes and all your fingers.

He reminds me a bit of Nelson in that way, except cuter. Nelson spoiled it with a certain psychotic air. Not that I know from experience. I was screwing up the first time. Well the first time that matters. But that's another angst for another time.

Stauffy, we salute you. You tried dammit. Effort for teh win.

*double checks briefcase*

P.S. -- I love this one:

The song "The Panama Deception" by Anti-Flag begins with the text "Their two plus two does not equal four. Their two plus two equals whatever they want us to die for."