Believe it or not, I ran across these during a search for images of Johnny Five from Short Circuit. I wanted to show Peter from SlashFilm that Wall-e definitely for sure looks a little like Johnny “Noooooo disassemble” Five.

See the results of my search here.

ANYWAY, NYglob.com has a great pile of odd photos. Apparently, the guy who originally submitted this collection of weird, freaky and un-sexy likes to tell people that they’re family photos.

Click here for the whole collection.

Here are two of my favorites. If you are related to either of these people, I’m sorry (for offending and for your relative plight).

This one goes well with my tanlines post from a while back…

It was many years ago, and her name was Vicki. She intoxicated me, but there were certain…uh, complications…to getting involved with her. In retrospect, I should have ignored those complications, but hindsight is 20-20. It’s still a regret that I briefly entertain from time to time as I surf a slightly early midlife crisis, towards that beach where I will wear my trousers rolled, and listen to the mermaids singing, each to each….

The first image I found a couple years ago. Then, entirely by happenstance, I stumbled across the second this evening, and man…she is the spittin’ image of my unrequited love from daze gone by. I mean, it’s uncanny. Better yet, she’s a Starwars-cosplay type, and Leia was another of my teenage fantasies, along with about 60 million other pimple-faced adolescents.

I don’t know how, but clicking on links from the robot led me to this video of one very lucky dude.
Somehow a 750 grain 50BMG bullet fired from a rifle hit a steel plate and ricocheted straight back at him.

The footage is scary and fun both.

Via LaineyGossip.

I swear, this is something we received today from a supplier doing some printed artwork for one of our customers.

Clicky for biggy.

Oh the sublime irony.

…and not trying to steal any of Thumb’s well-deserved thunder here…

I got some boots for Xmas, for slogging around in the nether regions of the property.

And within one of those boots, Santa had left me a treat (well, maybe a treatMENT)–