A little knowlege is a dangerous thing, so let's keep this on the Q.T.

Quiz Me! If you haven't already, check out some of the previous monkish offerings in this blog to get the sort of edge I have. Bill got 5 but I took six.
Bill has also taken this important quiz but says of his 4 correct answers, "It's unclear whether this score will prevent me from having sex in the UK."

And the most bizarre theme restaraunt is Omaha is....

Monk-ey business Yep, I ate at a monastery themed steak place. It is not a former monastery converted to use as a restaurant. This was built and modeled to serve the ecclesiatically minded lunch crowd and the staff wears thigh length robes with cowls. Several items on the menu were called out by a cartooned cow with a "USDA Choice" tattoo. I had a cornish game hen and some boiled broccoli with cheese sauce. I hear Warren buffet likes the place.
The salad bar has it's own room and the salad bar has a bowl of Bacos the size of my bathroom sink.
Bacos are vegetarian. Moby would be able to eat there.
Bacos are Kosher according to the Union of Orthodox Rabbis. Maybe Madonna would like to eat there too.
Some Rabbis feel that they violate the spirit of kashruth. I am not qulified to weigh in on that and cannot think of a prostelitizing celebrity refernce for it either.
I took some for my salad and today realize that I missed an opportunity. Next chance I get like that I will not waste. Screw the spinach, peas and dressing. I'm just going to get dish of bacos and a spoon. I can hear it now.

It's like a thermometer for your intellect

Quiz Me!
Or maybe a barometer. Bill says he got three, which is as good as anyone with a Boston address should be expected to for the rest of this month. I got six, in part becasue I supplement my news reading with visits to this blog.

Next week, I predict a question about Martin Luther.

Universal Killjoy

Small enough to conceal in the folds of your monastic robes I really do like this idea. I wish I had one. I really wish I had a monkey that would follow me around with one of these and keep me from watching so much tv.
I would make do with just a monkey though.

Perfect gift for Halloween

Or Easter, I suppose Learn that a machete is the best weapon, It's lightweight and it doesn't need to be reloaded. Be sure to follow the links to the simulators.

Do you figuratively have your finger on the pulse of the world?

Quiz me! I did quite well this week with 6 (Bill got 5). The word of the day is "Commentated."
The fad of the day is silly.

Kosho anyone?

I never get tired of saying that. Some funny stuff from their page but it quixkly becomes fanboy follies. I think the folks at Osric tend to forget that laughing up ones sleeve can also cause you to tip your hand excessively.

Shock Hazard, reporting from Iraq

Recall week continues I have three of these from work. Preston is getting choke-proofed Reeboks. I'm also holding onto some suspect turkey dogs, waiting.

Rickles

Yes, Rickles This is why I have no respect for the Jump the Shark site. The concept is clear but the execution is as well managed for content as a Japaneese fishing net. Why is CPO Sharkey here? Obtund. I got the hit while asking the Google pixies for a picture of Sharkey the shark dog.

Flaming Flying Squealing Battle Pigs

Oh, my darlin'
Oh, my darlin'
Oh, my daaaaaaarrlllliiiiiiin Flammendschwein.
You are doused and then ignited,
Oh, my darlin Flammendschwein.

Dodgers Haiku

Go Cards Bill has provided two poems for today.



What was the point of
crossing half the continent
to prove that we suck?



Milton Bradley's a
name suited for Candyland,
but not for baseball.

Do you have the superior news comprehending style?

Quiz me! Tough week. I got a three. I wish I knew someone who was a contributing editor at the Journal of Irreproducable Results so that I could lodge a complaint about this years engineering award not even having been an achievement from this century.

Meanwhile, back at theLegion of Doom, Dick Cheney ponders his next move

Give the man a ride I wish I'd had this idea first but prescient humor is a fickle mistress. It does not diminish the enjoyment I will have tonight watching the debate and envisioning Uncle Dick teetering around on his two wheels of doom. I hope he finds himself caught in a Stockdale reverie, envisioning himself chasing a high stepping Mr. Edwards around the stage intead of explaining his sweetheart deal with Haliburton.
"How do you explain the closed door creation of your industry written energy policy"
"I'll answer you by asking how do you like the taste of my positron gloom beam?! Bwahahahah!"
"What are you talking about Mr. Vice-president?"
"Sorry, I kinda spaced out there for a moment. What was the question?"

It's the weekly BBC world snot quiz!

Quiz me! I got a five and it told me; "Not bad, but you're no Mendelsohn." Mendelsohn got a seven. I feel like a piece of snot in comparison.