POS Spring

So we’re 1 week (+/-) out from teh calendericacal spring and we have nothing but blue skies and butterflies in the forecast (hhe he heeeeeee).

We got enough snow overnight to be irritating enough to cause delays around the are. I checked out Mr. Weatherman and that punk says there’s at least two more weeks of cold weather – down into the teens; the robins and redwing blackbirds better have packed their electric underoos cuz baby it’s gonna be cold out for a little bit longer.

Artistry – POS Mardi Gras Edition

Remember when Chumpo used to post really interesting things about art? This isn’t it –

So Your Boyfriend BO & Your Girlfriend Mooshel had their pictures done; no offense to the skanky (insert Hotspur word)/ wenches that did them, but DAAAAAAMMMMMn!

So I tried my hand at a truly befitting preznitz-dental portrait :

I think it captures the essence of the oblah-blah years.

A Farts’ Tale – POS Pooting

Because this is a classy place

&

I am most assuredly a classy guy –

Some Music:

Some Poetry:

“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.^[7]”

Some Art: (no not that kind)

Mental Problems – POS Ponderings

Sometimes I’d like to start out a conversation with Fuck You!! I’ve been told that that’s rude and I need to moderate my tone. That’s like only having one drink when you’re out with the boyz trying to get crunk.

Wild Wire

Thomas Hart Benton

b. 1889 Neosho, MO  d. 1975

Now here we find something like.  What!!  T. H. Benton was a native son whose father was a U.S. CongressCritter.

The Day After The Shirtless Males Post

This is a half-assed post for today. The whole-assed masterpiece is tomorrow. There will be some early bewbs for your enjoyment.

The End is Nigh or Something

So, there’s supposed to be a lunar eclipse or a supermoon or a blood moon or all three tonight. I think the gist of it is that the moon is supposed to blow up or some junk. I’m not sure, but Roamy could probably blind you with the science behind it. That is, if the moon wasn’t fake. Anyway, these guys wrote a song to celebrate the occasion:

More moon facts below the jump:

Quest for Wire

Back to the work of the living.

Introducing Pablo Saborio.  Costa Rican, working in Europe.

MMM 157: the start of year 4. 4!

Yep, this right here is the beginning of the 4th year of this august institution. I know each and every one of you is thrilled to be part of it. It’s okay, calm down. Seriously, CALM THE FUDGE DOWN!

All right, I haven’t got a bunch to say today. It’s Sunday night as I write this, and I’ve got a weird week of work ahead of me and I’m still half-sick from traveling last week (prolly ebola, I was at IAD twice), so I’m not going to dwell overlong on the preamble that no one reads anyhow.

She works the pole.

MMM 152: eclectic boogaloo

Watch this and realize that race relations peaked in the 80’s.

And also that the Breakin’ movies were insanely awful.
Haughty.