Friday, October 31, 2008
The next picture came from searching Google for "spock costume." I feel kind of bad for this kid. Looks like he was wearing pajamas, but his Starfleet belt buckle is pretty cool:
And lastly, here's a bit of nightmare fuel for you. I'd run away screaming if some kid came to my door wearing this mask—way too reminiscent of the Bill Shatner mask from John Carpenter's Halloween:
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
He can seriously rock a goatee.
Bad ass thy name is Spock!
The chicks dig him.
Helps you forget days that really suck.
A slide rule, Stan? Really?
Monday, October 27, 2008
For some instructions on how to Spockify yourself, here you go. If you're a true dork, you can always go the permanent route (a bit squicky, not for the faint of heart) where you can double your money's worth and be a hit at Renaissance fairs, excuse me, Faires.
Tomorrow: We'll take a look at some of Spock's cooler moments from the original Star Trek.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
While watching a bit of Countdown with Keith Olbermann before the debates, we noticed that things were just a little too quiet. Normally, our small dog Zoe harasses Arf and they play around as dogs do. Em heard a sound in the kitchen and we both immediately thought Arf was into the garbage.
Em then asked how many burgers I had eaten. She had cooked 12: I had three (I was hungry so sue me), she had eaten two, which meant seven should have been on the plate. There were three: one of which had a small bite taken out of it. To say I was livid at the time is an understatement. Normally Arf is good about leaving food alone, but I guess no one, not even a reasonably obedient dog, is immune to the burger bug.