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Signs of the Apocalypse
Recently we've had several sure signs that the Apocalypse is upon us. It's always a bit murky interpreting portents and omens, but I think these are clear indicators of impending doom. One, songs about instant messaging. Two, D'oh is now an official part of the English language. Three, square watermelon. I don't know how it could get any clearer than that: we're doomed.
Expression on your wife's face when she learns you payed 82 fu**ing dollars on a watermelon: Priceless
Well, my neighbor's cat approached spherical, with no more apparent manipulation than overfeeding and its own laziness.
More of an oblate spheroid, of course, due to gravitational distortion.
Those watermelons looked more like cubical to me. There wouldn't be much point in buying a square watermelon...
It's a perfectly cromulent word.
For all intensive purposes, "whom" is no longer a word. That begs the question, "who cares"?
This isn't going to be the standard "I submitted the Doh is in the OED story two days ago and it got rejected" whine. I mean, I did submit it two days ago, but when I did it, I also included this story about the new Simpsons DVD box sets. So this whine also educates and informs.
Ok, I know I've been trolled, but *COME ON*!!!
Isn't it obviously impossible?
The photos are mostly real (hold a kitten up against a piece of glass, take its picture, let it go). But does it even make sense? "Malleable bone structure"?
Why do so many people fail to see the joke?
Tell you what, we'll give Dubya a sense of humour to bring back with him and share...
Next thing you know, we'll also have square cats.. oh, wait..
Torg, come out of the spaceship. Nothing can stop Torg.
I was watching the news tonight, and for some reason the BBC picked up on this square watermelon drivel - guess it was on Reuters or something. Anyway, they show it on the preview, and during the break my dad tells me how they do it - I'd guessed genetic engineering, when it is in fact just allowing the fruit to grow into a square enclosure. So how did he know? He'd done it when he was a kid... in Iran... in 1960. He proceeded to show me photos. Apparently this was a regular practice at the time - what's the deal with us First Worlders catching on so late?