Obligatory Cat Video

Obligatory Cat Video

To think, you almost went another minute without watching a video with some cute cats in it. Not many people know this, but this blog completely loses its readership if I go too long without posting a cat video. The Intertunnel is a cruel and unusual place, but I live here, so I have to make the best of it. I’m relatively sure that some bloggers are contractually obliged to post cat videos every few days, so I’m glad I retain some power in the matter. At least I get to pick which cat videos I post.

Calmer Than You Are

Calmer Than You Are

I imagine that the women at the beginning would react the same way if they saw someone in a wheelchair, a paraplegic, or a man in general. Some of the other people had appropriate reactions, but everyone’s complete fear of a man walking at them slowly and saying arggggggggghhhh is a bit strange to me. If he was covered in blood, or holding a weapon, or something, I would maybe understand their reaction, but no, he simply sauntered over.

Everyone’s deeply ingrained fear of disabled people bothers the heck out of me. I mean, come on, how hard can it be to take out a dismembered torso? One good punt and he’s out of your hair.

Justice? We’re Playing Way Past Justice

Justice? We’re Playing Way Past Justice


You have entered the world just past Justice. It’s two doors down from Justice. It’s on the left, past Justice, the storage room, the freight elevator, and the Men’s Room you let subcontractors use. You know, the one that never gets cleaned and no woman will ever go in.

On the Justice map, you’ve crossed the Prime Meridian. You’ve gone around the Horn of Justice. You’ve crossed the International Date Line of Justice.

Justice called, and left a message. She said she wasn’t coming over today, and to start without her. She’s busy. Try her again tomorrow.

There’s no one left in the Justice Office. They’ve all gone home for the day. Stop calling. If you go out behind the dumpster at the Justice Office Building, there’s a small door. That’s where you should go. That’s where Comeuppance keeps his office. You’re dealing with him now. He has friends all over. Even bus drivers. 

Still Better Than 99 Percent Of What Comes Out Of The Radio

Still Better Than 99 Percent Of What Comes Out Of The Radio

I’m referring to what comes out of your radio, of course. Only solid gold emanates from my radio, and I’m not going to tell you the station. It’s a secret I’ve been sworn to protect, and I’m not going to let anyone get their grubby hands on it. You might as well try to tune into 108.5 for all the good it’ll do you. I’m going to throw a really sweet party, and have the best radio station on Earth playing, and no one is invited.

(Many thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending this one along)