HWoP 2

This evening's humorous word or phrase is:

mechanically seperated chicken

This is an oldie but goodie that I found a long time ago while perusing food ingredient lists for unfamiliar words. None of these words is or was unfamiliar, but put together in that order (or the reverse order) they are both strange and funny. For maximum hilarity, try to work this phrase into a conversation with an animal rights activist, ideally one of the sort who throws red paint on fur-clad persons. In such a situation, express a fondness for this phrase as a food ingredient. Hint: the only place I can think of off the top of my head where mechanically seperated chicken is naturally occurring is in Slim Jims.

Backlog Bob

Floridians start shooting it out in the streets

The Drudge Report once again brings us the news that affects our lives: namely, that Floridians are now going shoot each other, as well as tourists, in wild west-style duels. The following is quoted from a Scottish news website (and media in the UK, remember, are forbidden by law to lie):

"Now they can use 'deadly force' if they 'reasonably believe' that firing their gun is necessary to prevent a crime or serious injury."

Elsewhere in the article:

"Florida's . . . under threat from a . . . gun . . . group which warns visitors they could be killed."

Clearly, things are getting out of hand, and clearly, the Bush family is clearly to blame. (President Bush's brother Jeb is governator of Florida). Speaking of governators, this is the sort of law you'd expect from a state that would elect an action movie star to the highest state office. . . or a Bush, I suppose.

Backlog Bob

Humorous word or phrase 1

I've decided to start posting updates on which words and phrases are humorous in themselves, one word or phrase at a time. I may or may not include instructions on the most efficient use of these words/phrases. Todays phrase:

bucket o' chicken

Technically, it's still funny with an "f" in the preposition, but not only is "of" generally funnier as a contraction, in this case it also allows the phrase to sound hilarious as a tribal chant to be repeated numerously during a primitive dance.

Backlog Bob

My new job

I was browsing the internet, and I just realized what my next job should be - discovering food items that resemble Mary and Jesus and selling these items on eBay. I don't want to discriminate, so maybe I'll start discovering food items that look like Moses, Buddha, Mohammed, Sheeva, the moon, Odin, and perhaps even Coldplay frontman Chris Martin. I firmly believe that people of all faiths should have access to food items that resemble those they worship, and I don't see why I shouldn't be the one to provide them. Of course, this will take a substantial investment in foodstuffs, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. See you on eBay.

Backlog Bob

Bad plan

According to Reuters, America's flight attendant unions are criticizing the movie "Flightplan" because one of the baddies is a flight attendant, and the rest are - get this - "rude, unhelpful and uncaring." It's not like flight attendants are ever unkind to passengers, am I right? So of course it makes sense for them to lash out at the makers of a movie that portrays them as unpleasant people. That will certainly make people look more favorably on them. Then again, this is all according to Reuters, so anyone involved who doesn't like how they're coming across can plausibly claim that they were grossly misrepresented.

Backlog Bob

The pretty good divorce (epilogue)

It is finished. The serious posts are gone, moved here. Now, Backlog Bob's Blog is the haven of silliness it was always meant to be. Tomorrow (or maybe much later): a doctoral thesis on the effect of rpg's on adolescent development.

Backlog Bob

The pretty good divorce

This blog has been schizophrenic (sp?) long enough. I am going to set up another blog and try to divorce the silly content from the serious. I haven't decided which one will stay here, but silly is probably going to win that one. Check back often for a potential update.

Backlog Bob