Here They Come to Save the...

...sceeeeeeent!
Superheroes and cologne. I guess every crimefighter needs one (save for Swamp Thing). Because, whether we admit it or not, we attribute bad smell as evil.

I'm waiting for the day when DC or Marvel creates a superhero[ine] that doesn't have any other incredible powers, except secreting sweat that smells like cologne. People will fall over her feet. And this time, her power won't endanger her private life. On the way to a first date, she can sweep some crooks, come running to the restaurant, and smell wonderful. She can bottle up some of it, label it--you guessed it--"Sweat", and sell it off for a living.

Now that is super.

Forget...

...Pac-Man Hats!

Bow down to the geekiness power of C-3PO Underoos!


TODAY'S FORTUNE COOKIE

If one happens to win a dream date with Carmen Electra through e-Bay bidding, one should make sure the money is well spent; namely, on D-day, wear the C-3PO Underoos!

Blogging Postmorterm

This blog had been out of commission because my office recently moved into a new place where, apparently, the common way to access the web is by petting spiders.

The good news is, I can name my "web browser", "Ed".

"Hi, Ed." "Good morning, Ed." "What is this link doing in your bookmark, Ed, you naughty, hairy, li'l y--YEOW!"


INDONESIA HAS MADE AN ENTRY INTO THE TERRORISM HANDBOOK

Chapter XV: MAKING THREATS

"When sending bomb-threat mails, don't send it with multiple addresses. Especially if one of them contains your full name".

(Thanks to Elfan).