Showing posts with label silent lucidity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silent lucidity. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dumb YouTube Comment O' The Fortnight!


From Lisanova's personal video blog telling people about Global Geek Week to raise awareness for 4 charities (Oxfam, WWA, The Humane Society and Live Strong), a comment by SnaixOnAPlane:

"I want to eat the brown stuff that comes out of your butthole lisanova.. is that going too far?"

Stay classy, SnaixOnAPlane.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Coming Soon to the EADJ Crappinema: Incident On A Dark Street

"A small-time hood is murdered just as he is about to blow the whistle on an organized crime ring."

At first I was weighing the options between "Incident On A Dark Street's" mob crime drama vs. "A Tattered Web's" detective crime drama, but then I noticed WILLIAM SHATNER IN A 'STACHE. Holy fucking hell we are DOING THIS, people!


Stay tuned. Hopefully it won't take 4 months like "Jock of the Motherfucking Bushveldt."

Monday, April 13, 2009

A Morning Scare

A reader who wishes to remain anonymous had contacted EADJ to notify that the site was down this morning.

Luckily, it was a temporary Google problem, not a blogspot.com problem, and the site is obviously up and running again. Sorry to scare you there, Matt. D'oh!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Mini Off Brand T.P. Roundup!


It was recently discovered that Toucan Cleric's Fun has changed their brand of toilet paper in the bathroom. The new brand is named "Hillyard Green Select."

What makes it greener? Well, it's flimsier, more brittle paper, so that should break down faster in the elements (or in your ass). It also feels like you're wiping with a recycled pizza box, so there's that.

It's just too bad that Toucan Cleric's Fun is thinking so much about going green lately, when in fact its bathrooms are the worst polluted places on earth:

Friday, May 9, 2008

Some Anti-Graffiti Graffiti




(pictured above– you tell me– a guy with no sense of irony, or a guy with an incredible sense of irony?)

Monday, January 28, 2008

Boooo, Bravo!


I know I'm probably not the target audience, but Bravo is becoming a factory for reality sludge. The Millionaire Matchmaker is the latest vapid crapfest featuring orange middle-aged attention whores with nothing to say, joining Real Housewives of Orange County, Workout, Make Me a Supermodel, Project Runway, Top Chef, Tim Gunn's Guide To Style, Queer Eye, and Hey Paula. I can't even remember what Bravo did before reality shows, but I'm sure it didn't make me want to dropkick infants the way these shows do.

Bravo was on my remote's "Favorites," for J'Net, but I'm not so sure now. Deleted.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Ureter Dick Joel


(pictured above, a somber, respectful tribute to Springfield's finest)