S.C.U.B.A.

SCUBA Minutes of March

2011-03-26T08:04:00.000-04:00

Nothing productive happened during the month of March,

except for a slight outburst by our revolving chairman.

Nuclear Gist

2011-03-19T23:23:00.002-04:00

The Audacity

2011-03-10T00:03:00.001-05:00

Bob Dole '96

2011-02-21T22:14:00.003-05:00

Keep Hope Alive
Keep Dole Alive

Gyrobo Wins Award

2011-02-20T16:25:00.003-05:00

( Excellence in Wiki Barnstar )

If the world ever came to an end,
Gyrobo would still be editing articles.

Hippo's take...

2008-07-08T18:05:00.002-04:00

More Garfield!

2008-06-25T15:19:00.003-04:00

Garfield

2008-06-24T00:08:00.003-04:00

Lately I've been keeled over in laughter at garfield minus garfield, so I decided to create a few of my own:

U.N. Employment

2008-02-04T22:31:00.000-05:00

“So how’s your dream job?”
“It keeps me awake at night.”

American Idol Tryout

2008-01-28T02:36:00.000-05:00

Did this before Photobucket stopped allowing Flash uploads months ago...
Which is why I couldn't update it and add/edit stuff.

More to come.

Forum Fun

2008-01-08T10:58:00.000-05:00

Move On

2007-09-21T00:46:00.000-04:00

In Today's Edition of the New York Times.

Product Placement

2007-09-14T21:38:00.000-04:00

So why do glue execs get to practically WRITE every ISO specification?

Urban Renewal

2007-08-27T23:05:00.000-04:00

You're either with us or you're with the evergreens.

Spoiler Alert!

2007-07-23T21:37:00.001-04:00

Spoilers ruin everything; be courteous and do not divulge the absolutely shocking ending of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Campaign 2008 Endorsement

2007-07-20T19:28:00.000-04:00

Tough times for this great country of ours. I've followed all the candidates and the issues they've debated and I think it's only fitting that I endorse ~~Mitt Romney~~ Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator for President of the United States.

Q: Where do you stand on Terrorism?
A: I do not like it.

Q: What about Health Insurance?
A: What Insurance?

Clearly a great candidate with no flaws...other than the Pepsi lobbying.

Mysteries Solved & Unsolved

2007-07-16T12:07:00.000-04:00

Unsolved:
What happened to Captain Canuck?
Where in the hell is Rick Anonymi, Xister, Maskatron, and Spirella?
What happened to Gist?
Will The Professor make a comeback?
Will DestructoBob return on July 30th?
Will This Blog be resurrected?

Solved:
What really happened to Roboshrub:

What happened to TAK:

If you have any information on these mysteries...please uh... whatever I don't care. Was never that big a fan of the TV show "Unsolved Mysteries"....that guy's voice creeped me out.

Outrage of the week

2007-07-12T18:58:00.000-04:00

Hindu Prayer in Senate Disrupted!
The Video

"A Hindu clergyman made history Thursday by offering the Senate's morning prayer, but only after police officers removed three shouting protesters from the visitors' gallery."

(Click to Expand)

Don't know what Shankara Stones (Siva linga) are? Shame on you!

Hippo II: One Last Stand

2007-07-02T03:21:00.000-04:00

Botox Emergency

2007-06-29T23:38:00.001-04:00

Photo taken 6/29: 3:00 A.M. Bloomberg HQ, New York

News of the Week

2007-06-27T02:19:00.000-04:00

Cocaine-addled driver destroys entire cornfield on run from police.

Tetrodotoxin

2007-06-20T01:03:00.000-04:00

Many species of animals use paralyzing toxins in order to capture prey, evade predation, or both.
One famous example is the tetrodotoxin (anhydrotetrodotoxin 4-epitetrodotoxin, tetrodonic acid, TTX) of fish species such as Takifugu rubripes, the famously lethal pufferfish of Japanese fugu. This toxin works by binding to sodium channels in nerve cells, preventing the cells' proper function. A non-lethal dose of this toxin results in temporary paralysis. This toxin is also present in many other species ranging from toads to nemerteans.

Another interesting use of paralysis in the natural world is the behavior of some species of wasp. In order to complete the reproductive cycle, the female wasp first paralyzes a prey item such as a grasshopper and then places it into her nest. Eggs are then laid in the paralyzed insect, which is devoured by the larvae after they hatch.

I can’t be sure but I think my pet rock has been injected with tetrodotoxin. He's not moving...

...or he's just stoned. Either way I sure do hope he's being eaten from the inside out by wasp larvae…

Forrest Gyro

2007-06-11T21:11:00.000-04:00

Cute.

Promoting the Encryptor

2007-05-29T15:00:00.000-04:00

Egg him!

The Blog

2007-05-18T02:00:00.000-04:00

"The Office" parody.

Just another day...

2007-05-16T00:39:00.000-04:00

...breaking temporal space with your mind.

...and kitchen equipment... apparently :)

...and the spotlight goes to...

2007-05-09T03:23:00.000-04:00

I loved them all!
*Seriously*
(I ate 3 Pretty Babies whilst trying to decide.)
But, I gotta give it to:

GYROBO!

***Edit: 5/14/07
We've had R2K resubmit his entry lookin' pretty darn crisp & knew we had to share it with all of you pronto!
What did you say?
"It's too late, the contest is over."
It doesn't matter, this is S.C.U.B.A. & we can do anything here! HA!

Check it!

The Day My Childhood Died

2007-05-07T23:51:00.000-04:00

Rabbit, on the other hand, is a Dot Com billionaire.

Orijinal Caption Contest

2007-05-07T04:05:00.000-04:00

Why be Orijinal?
"The Caption Contest"
You know what to do.
Put your link in the comment section.
Go Ahead.....
try 2 make me laugh.
I DARE you!

#1 Hippo's Entry

#2 Gyrobo's Entry

#3 Rich's Entry

#4 R2K's Entry

S.C.U.B.A. Has Been Vandalized!!!

2007-05-02T22:03:00.000-04:00

Our impenetrable compound has been defaced by
...
by
...
by
...
whom?

Our security cameras caught this individual in the act

WHO is it?
A reward may be available!

Two Minute Truther

2007-04-29T08:47:00.000-04:00

What Gyro was trying to say

Guess Who’s On The Two Minute’s Hate Today

2007-04-27T17:57:00.000-04:00

See you in Room 101!

Baloney and Hogwash!

2007-04-25T13:48:00.000-04:00

I would like to take this opportunity to thank the formidable and terrible powers behind S.C.U.B.A. for allowing me to join this illustrious society. I promise to uphold the bylaws and protocols, whatever they may be. I have lost my glasses and am unable to read the reams of fine print on my contract. Ahem.

In other news, I must say, never in my entire 6 years of life, have I heard such balderdash. Such grandiosity! So many untruths, so little time.

I do not have the time nor the fortitude to address every factual error in our esteemed but obviously addled friend's retelling of how we met.

#1. I am indeed, a doctor and quite a good one at that. However, Rich did not require Cardio-thorasic surgery, or any other surgery for that matter.

#2. Purple was not present when we met. He was visiting family in Borneo.

#3. I met Rich at a rather sophisticated establishment in Thailand, where he was enjoying a professionally choreographed show. I refuse to say what I was doing there, except that it involved a dog and pony and monkey show, which is no longer running... due to some misadventure involving a chicken and some marbles. Ahem.

#4. The banana from which I saved Rich, did not lodge in his left ventricle, or any other ventricle for that matter. Said banana was already peeled before it began its ignominious flight towards our braggart friend. For reasons still unclear to me, Rich's mouth was ajar. Actually, it was hanging open, but let's not quibble over syntax.

The naked banana, having been propelled from an orifice not intentionally designed for bananas, hurled itself into Rich's gaping maw. He immediately began to choke and sputter and wave his arms around, (thus knocking unconscious several waitresses, but I digress...).

Fortunately, I was able to swing gracefully through the crowded room, until I landed ever so gently and adroitly on Rich's shoulder. I dislodged said banana and promptly disposed of it.

Thus ends the tale.

I hope you will all forgive Rich for his outlandish and brash fashioning of the story. After all, it's all water under the bridge. Spilled milk, etc. etc. Thank you for your time.

Your friend and colleague,
Monkey

How I met our new member, Monkey...

2007-04-23T01:59:00.000-04:00

...or Cardio-thorasic surgery on a budget.

I couldn’t remember why there was the gentle flap of the pilot chute against the silk above me but after re-reading Part 1 I was, with relative ease, able to pick out the lights of the village below me and, angled against the wind to minimise drift, landed safely on an open stretch of river sand at the village edge.

You could tell at once the Bovine Bombardment had found it’s unintentional mark. There was something very wrong in this village. There were flattened huts and burger mince everywhere. Where these two factors had combined to knock over some late burning kerosene lamp a barbeque several metres in diameter had explosively been born into existence. I could imagine the fact I’d forgotten to bring beer and some type of salad would make this the most awkward BBQ of my life.

Artist rendering of what the village looked like

The locals already seemed to be building up an angry head of steam as somewhere beyond the pall of beef scented smoke and angry foreign sounding chant had begun;

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modern man

I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto

Although I couldn’t understand the ancient chant I soon discovered the reason behind its obvious anger. There besides the river was a giant stone Olmec-like god and where it’s head was supposed to look sanguinely down upon his adherents there was the semi-intact body of a bull.

Head cows later became ceremonial dress

A high priestess quickly broke off the lament to her God and turned angrily towards me, ‘No, No, meata forjin! Veeh gan, Veeh gan! Meata est murh durrrr! No, murh durrrr forjin!’ Although I couldn’t grasp this strange insensible dialect that would one day become renowned for it’s use by the most annoying Star Wars character in existence, I knew that I was going to be blamed for befouling their giant god.

I quickly went into a lengthy description of aircraft maintenance schedules, more in the hope of putting this savage priestess to sleep rather than to explain myself. But by the time I had been able to describe everything from the heady adventure of two brothers at Kitty Hawk up until the general space requirements of a D Check on a C-130 Hercules, I could tell that she was in no mood for my excuses.

She shouted towards the moonlight sky, ‘Baydi powaa of greyskull, smyyyte dis Deckhead!’ and as though some magical incantation had been uttered, above the bull befouled demi-god a rent appeared in space and hovering within it's depths was a strange severed head being interviewed by what could only be described as some sort of large strangely coloured African animal in a explorers uniform. As the severed head intoned the ancient curse, ‘Buymyceedee!’ I felt the eyes of the African Spirit penetrate my soul where it found my greatest weakness. I fell to my knees, ‘But that was a secret’ I whispered, ‘how could you know that?’

The Wright Bros also angered the fates
by flying over an Olmec God at Kitty Hawk.

In that moment my greatest fear was realised as a banana, the only thing to which I was allergic, fell from the rent in space and landed in the hand of the goddess. She drew back her hand. I could feel my throat itching already. She took aim. I silently wished I knew what on gods green earth could counteract a banana. She threw the cursed fruit that was technically a herb at my chest. ‘SAVE ME’, I yelled. There was a rush of furry felt-like fingers and everything went black.

Monkey and Purple concede that they cannot find any signs of civilisation
and therefore must be lost.

As I regained consciousness a small brown Monkey was looking over his shoulder at an Orangutan, ‘Hi Purple!’ he said before looking deep into my eyes, ‘I caught the Banana, indeed I did!’. I looked down at my chest to see his furry fingers clasped strongly around one end of the banana. ‘But the other end appears to be embedded in my left ventricle’ I gasped. After the Monkeys untelligible rage had subsided into general mutterings of, ‘I caught the banana, damn it, I caught it!’ I was glad to discover that Monkey and this ‘Purple’ character were in fact lost Doctors who had taken a wrong turn on their way to a Borneo Cardio-thorasic Surgeons conference. After several hours of surgery that seemed to consist of Monkey eating the banana, Monkey intermittently hurling poo every time my heart stopped, and Purple calmly taking over the surgery while stating, ‘This reminds of when Calzone went psycho with the [fill in the blank]’, I managed to survive.

This is the only banana I am not allergic too,
so I heart it very much.

I’ve been firm friends with Monkey and Purple ever since. Of course, when we tell the story, Monkey most certainly DID save my life from a savage bananaring, and to suggest poo-flinging during heart surgery is not therapeutic is just a slur against his brave act. And I could explain how we managed to smooth things over with the Boliv-egan Natives, or how we managed to find passage out of the remote area, or how I was even contracted for the job seeing as I’ve never been on a cattle farm or flown a plane… but unfortunately my word limit is up riiiiiiiiight, NOW!

How I met our new member, Monkey...

2007-04-20T02:33:00.000-04:00

...or how a super simian saved my life.

When I was going to school back in rural New South Wales, I would have never dreamed that sometime in my future I'd be flying in an old C-130 Hercules loaded with cattle over the Amazon jungle at midnight. It all started in 1996 when the president and acting manager of a Bolivian agriculture cooperative contacted me. The cooperative wanted to improve their cattle production with "superior bovine genetic strains", consequently it was their desire to purchase some good Brahman cattle in Australia, ship them to Mexico and then fly them on to Bolivia.

My supposedly fit to fly c-130 Hercules in Mexico

The reason to purchase the cattle in the Snowy Mountains was because of the similarities of the climatic conditions and the cattle's destination, Monteagudo, a small outback village located in the southwest of Bolivia. The cooperative had a project near the village where they planned to recuperated the animals from their hard trip, then cross breed them with the tougher than hell but notoriously infertile local cattle; known as Criollas.

Nothing with this many dials should turn off unexpectedly

Unfortunately my payload of virile Aussie bulls never quite made it. And whether it was my fault or a misunderstanding with the non-English speaking ground crew in Mexico, neither did the C-130. On May 3rd 1996, 462 years after the Spanish had suppressed Bolivia and about 9 minutes after midnight, Bolivia experienced it’s first and last cattle bombardment. Of course, at about 5 minutes past midnight the bulls where in a dark hold of a newly serviced aircraft not expecting anything of the sort. At 6 minutes past the Hercules did something I wasn’t prepared for in the least, my instrumentation decided it had had enough of the flight and without asking for leave turned itself off. Now flying without instruments is something you’re trained for but flying a large aircraft, full of bulls, on a night with broken cloud cover is never something that makes you think, 'fantastic!'. Neither is frantically finding a torch and getting half-way through your re-power tests only to have all four of your props, at once, stop running. No sputtering. No smoke. No moment of, ‘Hey, I still have 3 engines’. Nope. Total electrical failure of the aircraft and all your engines silenced except for the low whine of your props coming to a complete stop.

HRROOONNNHHH

By 8 minutes after midnight, with torch in mouth, I’d put on a parachute and was now crouched below the ass of a Brahman manually winching open the back tray. By 9 minutes after midnight on the 3rd of May 1996 some 462 years after Spanish conquest, myself and a dozen or more bulls decided that running off the back of an aircraft somewhere over the Amazon rainforest at 14 thousand feet was about the only option we had left. I of course had a parachute that, much to the surprise and disappointment expressed in a large wide brown moonlit eye, the momentarily floating bulls did not. As I pulled the rip-cord and the bulls accelerated away into the darkness with a solitary and unforgettable ‘HRROOONNNHHH’ I wondered what it would have been like in the remote village I was flying over as cattle noisily rained down.

TBC…

English 101

2007-04-14T00:21:00.000-04:00

Procrastination

[proh-kras-tuh-ney-shun]

noun

1. The fine art of wasting precious time & breath.

2. Counting the hairs on your forearm instead of working.

3. Writing ridiculous meaningless blogposts instead of working.

origin:
Middle English [jincrastination];
French [Ĵîncrástînátîon];
Hawaiian [Mele Kalikimakrastination]
Mexican [Woo Hoo!!! Siesta!!! Fiesta!!! Cerveza!!! Procrastinata!!!]

example:
proper usage:
All Scuba members have fine-tuned their innate procratination abilities.

improper usage:
jin procrastinates.

(Why improper? Because it's just NOT true! Would I be here posting this drivel if I had work to do? Huh? Do you really think so?)

Nappy-headed...

2007-04-13T03:24:00.000-04:00

Five Random possible captions (1 per page load).
Or just click Gist to see all five.

Topical Humor.

Targeting Repeat Customers

2007-04-07T17:09:00.000-04:00

And no, there's no cannibalism involved.

Winner

2007-04-01T01:00:00.000-04:00

R2K!

The Royal SCUBA Contest

2007-03-29T17:46:00.000-04:00

Fill in a caption using MSPAINT or similar program and submit your image (link) to potamus_peter@yahoo.com or just post the link in a comment. Funniest entry wins. No trophies for last place. All entries accepted and will be posted.

-------------------------------------------------------
Hippo Entry #1
Hippo Entry #2
Gyrobo's Entry
Jin's Entry
Rich Entry #1
Rich Entry #2
R2K's Entry
Arthbard's Entry

Somewhere deep within VELT,

2007-03-22T21:02:00.000-04:00

is a coder who is cool and svelte,

he is at peace but all on his own,

so tickle him with your mouse,

and with his laughter espouse,

so he knows he's not alone in his Zone.

Rub my belly!

Prime Time Velt

2007-03-18T20:04:00.000-04:00

For the last month, I’ve been coding up a storm. Instead of visiting your blogs, I’ve been writing a web page for you, and for future generations; something that would make Encryptor and Shrubquote look and feel like kidney stones. And I think I’ve done that, with Roboshrub Incorporated’s newest kidney-punchin’, rip-snorin’ webgramatic product: Project Velt.

“Now just what is Project Velt?” you ask.

“Fool!” I bellow, shoving you roughly. “Project Velt doesn’t like being referred to in the third person!”

“But... you...”

Lightly laughing at your sputtering stutters, I wearily wave my hands and a handful of livid links stand steady, ready to handily hand you an ambiguously ascribed answer:

Project Velt for Opera
Project Velt for Firefox & Internet Explorer

With Project Velt, you can create, edit, save, load, and delete slideshows. Yes, slideshows. And when you feel like it, you can export them to your browser so you can loose the poisonous fruits of your labors to the world.

Exported slideshows use the following key controls:
Home: Go to first slide.
End: Go to last slide.
Left Arrow: Go back one slide.
Right Arrow: Go forward one slide.
Enter: Go forward one slide.

Note to Internet Explorer users:

When inserting an image, you need to select something first.
You need to click before using the key controls in exported slideshows.
You cannot import slideshows.
You cannot use the built-in slide background images.
You cannot use text highlighting.

The Opera version is identical to the Firefox/IE one, except it has been packaged as a widget.

Master Kyle

2007-03-13T03:00:00.000-04:00

(A day in the life)

The One Question I Would Ask God

2007-03-07T21:15:00.000-05:00

It's confuddled philosophers and biologists for ages.

Who wants Dessert?!

2007-03-01T09:56:00.000-05:00

On the menu today:
we have a very very rich white chocolate mousse.

Something You Really Don't Want To Hear Upon Regaining Consciousness

2007-02-26T23:44:00.000-05:00

Flaming chainsaw jugglers are a threat to society.

Introductions and explanations

2007-02-19T19:59:00.000-05:00

It is with great pleasure and dubious honour that I, Rich of Get Films, have joined the Super Cool United Blog Alliance.

I do however foresee a minor problem. (I'm 'intuitive' like that) I don't have an Avatar for use in the many posts that revolve around the members of SCUBA.

Why? Well, it's a long story which started the day I sold my body to science for a third of a pack of Cigarettes. Hence starting a tale so bizarre and twisted I dare not tell it. But I can say that after a decade of searching for some way to enjoy my smokes, it wasn't well thought out, I happened upon a timeshare arrangement on a pair of lungs with a homeless circus baboon. Now Turquoise, for that's his name... his show name, may be a surly disillusioned drunk who beats my disembodied soul with a consecrated juggling pin for no more reason that he's long past the heady days when he would sell Penny-bags of peanuts to the crowds, put his head within the lions mouth or scare young children with his overly-red behind but he's the only tobacco addicted beast under heaven with a detachable chest cavity and the ability to use a lighter. Well, except for that marmoset in Surry but we didn't really get along too well after I drank the last Diet Coke in his fridge.

So. For the sake of SCUBA please feel free to depict me using the only visage I have, Turquoise.

Is Your Left Arm Numb?

2007-02-16T22:05:00.001-05:00

Don't let THIS happen to YOU! Join SCUBA today, and lose your vital organs the SCUBA way!

Cutchie Cutchie Coo

2007-02-10T17:36:00.000-05:00

Public Service Announcement -- Always Wear Goggles

2007-02-08T21:16:00.000-05:00

I think we all learned something here today.

Go on, play the game! It's fun!

"Conspiritors or something"

2007-02-07T21:10:00.000-05:00

(Click to enlarge)

Who drew what?

very jinteresting

2007-02-05T06:22:00.000-05:00

I Hate Superman

2007-02-03T19:23:00.001-05:00

And Superman Hates Me.

Hollywood

2007-01-29T01:00:00.000-05:00

Gyro Potter

2007-01-26T17:35:00.000-05:00

"They're coming for you Mr. Potter."

Some flyer I got on my car

2007-01-20T01:00:00.000-05:00

"bglllbw, vvvvt! shgee!"

2007-01-19T00:17:00.000-05:00

The aliens have landed
They've come from outer space
No one would hang out with them
So I let 10 crash at my place

They are pretty cute
& very intelligent too
Though it's quite disconcerting
That all their skin is blue

I went to shake GRSMTSZ hand
but it didn't work that well
A bunch of snaky things flew at me
So I stumbled back & fell

GRSMTSZ said, "bglllbw, vvvvt! shgee!"
But, I didn't know what he meant
Pretty soon, I heard "So Sorry Babe!"
which he telepathically sent

I laughed he sighed
They left I cried
Now I'm lonely again
A hallucinating jen?

The Dole Wars

2007-01-16T01:00:00.000-05:00

cookie power!!!!

2007-01-14T20:39:00.000-05:00

I made this playlist at MyFlashFetish.com.
Check out this MySpace MP3 Player!

NOT Soylent Green

2007-01-14T20:08:00.000-05:00

Steaks From A Plane!

2007-01-14T00:17:00.000-05:00

Michelle turned the radio up full blast; Beethoven's 6^th Symphony was still in the first Allegro, and just hearing that sweet, beautiful music reminded her of that most adorned of films, Soylent Green. She had several copies of Green on both video and DVD, but hearing the raw, impassioned cacophony always brought a fresh pit to her heart. The road ahead of her was clear, far as the lame eye could see... roadkill littered the pavement like fat kids in candy stores, but that was about it. She turned her attention back to the visor, when a large banging noise shook the car and sent shards of glass and metal streaming every which way- mayhem! Fumes popped the air conditioner out of its socket, sending dark billowy clouds through the unfortunate auto. The car veered sideways, running over an embankment and into a pile of nuclear refuse. Choking as the steam cleared, Michelle wiped the fear from her brow and sure as the day is long, right next to her, riding shotgun, lay... a steak.

SHOCKING!

Jin + Sandy = Jindy

2007-01-11T01:04:00.000-05:00

Squirrel-Human Cloning meets Jennifer
(an already squirrel-like pastry chef).
She'll kill us all!

Protoplasmic Aperture Vol. I

2007-01-10T02:17:00.000-05:00

When Pigs Fly

2007-01-09T01:00:00.000-05:00

Gyrobo on Cookie Power
(Notice the tail similarities?)

Ticharu on cookie power!

2007-01-07T07:18:00.000-05:00

Invader Jin

2007-01-06T00:36:00.000-05:00

"The human pig-children will never see it coming!"

Mission: Cookie Clone

2007-01-04T19:54:00.000-05:00

Jin Eats a Crab

2007-01-03T11:34:00.000-05:00

She steals the secret recipe of the Krabby Patty.

Fugitive

2007-01-02T07:58:00.000-05:00

"Duck abuse is a serious crime."

Bathtub

2007-01-01T11:33:00.000-05:00

"This time the ducky could not save him from the open door."

Fancy Sidebar Thingys!

2006-12-31T14:44:00.000-05:00

Want to tell people you're a proud member of S.C.U.B.A.? To let everyone who visits your blog know that you are a ~~rube~~ genius who enjoys adding another button to an already-stressed sidebar? Prepare yourselves for the future! Put

<a href="http://scub.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v701/Artiki/scuba.gif" style="border:0em;" alt="S.C.U.B.A." /></a>

in your template, and you'll get one of these on your sidebar (if you do it right):

Remember, this is OPTIONAL. You shouldn't feel pressured to include this... but studies have shown that if you DO include this thing in your blog, you could live forever.

Addiction

2006-12-30T11:48:00.000-05:00

"I tried to tell him it was rat poison...but he insisted."

2006-04-25T18:18:00.000-04:00

Robot Evolution

2006-01-15T13:18:00.000-05:00

Grouch

2006-01-14T01:50:00.000-05:00

Bounty Hunter

2006-01-13T20:24:00.000-05:00

Ol’ St. Nick

2006-01-12T01:21:00.000-05:00

Insane

2006-01-11T21:43:00.000-05:00

King Crab

2006-01-10T21:43:00.000-05:00

Pirate Chips

2006-01-09T21:43:00.000-05:00

Santa Squid

2006-01-08T21:42:00.000-05:00

Turtle Dog

2006-01-07T20:48:00.000-05:00

Rubits Cube

2006-01-06T20:48:00.000-05:00

Cyber Sammy

2006-01-05T20:47:00.000-05:00

Mornin’!

2006-01-04T20:46:00.000-05:00

Sine of Our Times

2006-01-03T20:46:00.000-05:00

Unstoppable

2006-01-02T15:40:00.000-05:00

Ultrwich™

2006-01-01T15:40:00.000-05:00

More Government Testing

2005-12-31T19:40:00.000-05:00

Magic Mirror

2005-12-30T19:39:00.000-05:00

Government Testing

2005-12-29T19:38:00.000-05:00

Neighbor

2005-12-28T19:36:00.000-05:00

Antienvironmentalist

2005-12-27T22:15:00.000-05:00

Fastball

2005-12-26T21:49:00.000-05:00

Hand Stamp

Joining S.C.U.B.A.

2005-12-25T20:25:00.000-05:00

Tell us your e-mail in a comment on this post and a link to your blog, so we can better understand the phenomenon of "you." Then, as a test of your mettle, we will assign you a mighty comedic challenge. If you pass this challenge, you'll be invited to join our ranks.

Or, if you save the life of a S.C.U.B.A. member, you're automatically in.

About S.C.U.B.A.

2005-12-25T01:10:00.000-05:00

We do things, that are various in nature, and always hilarious.