I yam what I yam

So, I sees a commoiskill on teevee last night for a reissue of Fleischer Studios’ Popeye cartoons – “Blow me down!” I says. Vol. 1 will be on it’s way to me when my next paycheck hits! Then BoingBoing features this suitably bizarre clip, “Popeye vs. the Anime”. ‘Uck, ‘uck, ‘uck, ‘uck, ‘uck.

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Achewood note

I love Achewood. I fell over it quite some time ago – the Google returned a link to the Great Outdoor Fight main page (I have no idea what the search string I used was – NSA folks – could you look it up for me please?); I followed the trail to the world of Ray, Roast Beef, Phillipe and company and never looked back. I’d move to Achewood if I could, but something tells me that’s not gonna happen.

I realized this morning that Chris Onstad is running a big sale on signed strips and that the sale was almost over. There’s been a strip I’ve wanted on my wall since I read it – no time like the present to order same. I think it’ll hang in my office at home, but I may put it up near the server racks at work.

Macros

I’d say that this counted as a memetic aftershock – LOLPilgrims.

LOLManciple, ymaad by Galfridus Chaucer, Justice of the Pees, Clerke of the Kinges Workes

The Macro’s Saga

Every so often, the conditions are right and half the world’s population of internet users decide to go ape over the same silly thing simultaneously. As Prof. Harold Hill would say, “Mass-steria!” The shared memetic obsession this time around? Cat macros, also known as LOLCats or image macros (including the saga of the lolrus and the bukkit). The first rumblings were apparent as early as last Saturday – see the caption to the zombie picture on my AM cleanup post. The big seismic event, as far as I’m concerned, was on Wednesday when the LOLbots site went live. rstevens (the prime mover) on the rollout:

LOLBOTS.COM went up last night and promptly rode such a big wave of meme that we overloaded two servers. My admin Don got us back up and running and helped me optimize some code. The dude’s Bat-Man with a command line.

Originally, I was just goofing on the concept of icanhascheezburger-style kitty macros from the perspective of someone prefers machines to animals. I didn’t really think it would catch on, but 40,000 visitors later we have almost 200 robots posted and a backlog of dozens more. In a word: Insane. *

The quotes above are from a post dated Friday, June 1st – 2 days earlier rstevens had an idea and sat down at the keyboard. The fun continues – it will be interesting to watch the meme-seismograph for aftershocks.

Herewith, my faves from the frenzy…

If you know what the Camel Book is, you have – like me – spent too much time in front of a screen.

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You may have noticed that I like Schrödinger’s cat jokes – I love this one:

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And last, one that ties to another post currently floating around the wide-open spaces of my cranium – it will be a mashup of Google Street View and Charlie Stross (that’s a cat in Mary Kalin-Casey’s window).

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Credit where it’s due – the lolcats phenomenon was showing up on my son’s radar even earlier than it did on mine. I think he told me about memecats at about the same time I told him about “I can has brayn?”

Update – didn’t want to leave out creative powerhouse, Mr. Lex10 – he did some LOLPresidents for a fark contest early in the lolnomenon. You should blast over to the Glyphblog to check out the baseball cards; they are (as we say up here) wicked pissah.

Update II – c’est encroyable. The LOLCode version of Hello World:

HAI
CAN HAS STDIO?
VISIBLE "HAI WORLD!"
KTHXBYE

“Unaware of local obstacles and hazards.”

Up for a massive dose of educational schadenfreude? Pay a visit to the Navy Safety Center for pictures of people doing things they really should think twice about or the aftermath of same.

A whole lot of Darwin Award competitors are documented. Apropos of a couple of pictures – kids, if a foreman asks, “Do you climb?” the default answer is “No!” (Really. I mean it.). via BoingBoing

Parys!

Geoffrey hath mayde, lyk, an interviewe wyth Parys Launcecrona.

GC: What occupacioun dide ye dreme of whanne ye were a yonge girle?

PL: Saynte. Kanst thou beleve yt? Y totallye wantede to be a saynte. But thenne Y dide discouer that seyntez aren supposid to yive up the worlde and to spende their lives in werkes of devocioun and charitee. And so Y thoghte: “that sucketh” and Y decidede to be riche insteade. So nowe Y haue bought manye a beggare, who Y do feede at my cost, and eftimes Y do commaunde them to thanke and prayse me so that Y feele lyk a seynte – but Y kan yet swyve and drynke depe of wyn and snorte the poudre of cockayne, the whiche no Seyntez do. For telle me, litel man, who beth the patron seynt of cocayne?

GC: Ther beth none, my ladye.

PL: Exactemundo, Jeffie.