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'Did you here the story about that ram who got lost in Jasper last week?
'Poor guy, missed a ewe turn.'
As you may know, I hit the newest LEGO X-wing set that comes with Biggs. And his is super useful so I am going to be posting some more updates with his head. Anyways I haven’t had a good Comedian yet so I tried this head and it works perfectly!
Non-breeding Laughing Gull, Leucophaeus atricilla megalopter, not sure about the subspecies. First serious attempt at gull ID years ago on the Atlantic Coast drove me crazy, because the juveniles, 1st-year, 2nd-year, and non-breeding adults all look different from each other and the breeding adult shown in the guide. Velvia+
Happy Wing Wednesday!
This made me laugh out loud. Walking around I came across an unusual sound. It was the sound of a bunch of crickets. I thought it unusual because the sound was coming from above. I back tracked several steps and found this Mockingbird doing the sound effects. I was surprised how realistic these sounds appeared. Then he began making sounds of a motorcycle switching gears while accelerating. He was doing the motorcycle thing when I snapped this shot. I love this bird. 8 ))
In a cozy little coffee shop nestled on a bustling street, there were three coffee dallahs that sat proudly on the counter. Each morning, they were filled with the finest coffee and served eager customers, but they had a secret—they could talk.
The first dallah, tall and slender, was named Darla. Darla was a bit of a diva and loved to brag about how she brewed the best coffee. The second, short and stout, was called Dave. Dave was the comedian of the group, always cracking jokes. The third, a medium-sized dallah with intricate designs, was named Dotty. Dotty was sweet and loved to keep the peace between her two friends.
One morning, as the sun peeked through the window and the first customers trickled in, Darla began her usual boasting. "I make the richest, most aromatic coffee in town," she declared, steam puffing out proudly.
Dave rolled his spout. "Oh, Darla, the only thing richer than your coffee is your imagination!"
Dotty giggled, trying to keep the peace. "Come on, you two. We all know we make a great team."
But Darla was on a roll. "My coffee has won awards, I'll have you know!"
"Yeah, the award for most overcooked beans!" Dave quipped, making Dotty chuckle.
Just then, a barista came over and poured fresh coffee into each of them. As the barista walked away, Darla started to sputter. "What's happening? I feel... I feel... weak!"
Dave and Dotty looked at each other, concerned. "Are you okay, Darla?" Dotty asked.
Dave tried to lighten the mood. "Looks like someone finally noticed your over-inflated ego and gave you decaf!"
Darla gasped. "Decaf? Oh, the horror!"
The three dallahs were interrupted by the barista, who returned with a fresh bag of coffee beans. "Sorry about that, Darla. I accidentally gave you decaf. Here, let me fix that."
As the barista refilled Darla with the strongest coffee they had, Darla sighed in relief. "Thank goodness! I thought I'd lost my touch."
Dave couldn't resist. "Well, Darla, you might still lose your touch, but at least now you'll lose it with dignity."
Dotty chimed in with a smile, "Let's just be grateful we're all full of beans—literally!"
And so, the three coffee dallahs continued their morning routine, filled with laughter, friendly banter, and, of course, the best coffee in town.
Bear doing his Dracula imitation. I still find it odd that they are vegetarian and yet we need to carry around bear spray. We are not even on the diet.
Hey, Dad, what's a beavers favorite snack?
"I don't know, Clancy."
Wood chips! Hahaha!
And where does a beaver store his valuables?
"Where?"
In a riverbank! Ahhh...hahaha!
"That's dam funny, Clancy, hahaha."
Your turn to tell one, Dad.
"Oi."
(We made a very wet trek back to the beaver pond yesterday to see if the critters were active and we saw one surface near us and give us heck briefly (a chattering juvenile) but it submerged before Dad could get us both in the photo. We'll try again later.
Notice the two lodges; the one on the right is built up again after being abandoned for a year while the one on the left was being constructed. We suppose the family is growing and needs more room.)
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Mer Bleue Conservation Area, Ottawa, Ontario
409. Clancy, 7yrs 21wks
Clancy's YEARBOOK 8: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157711807199236
EXPLORE Clancy: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157656171825332
Dinner for One, also known as The 90th Birthday, is a two-hander comedy sketch written by British author Lauri Wylie for the theatre. German television station Norddeutscher Rundfunk (NDR) recorded a performance of the piece in 1963, in its original English language. This comedy sketch went on to become the most frequently repeated TV program ever.
The 18-minute single take black-and-white 1963 TV recording featuring British comedians Freddie Frinton and May Warden has become an integral component of the New Year's Eve schedule of several German television stations. Versions of the sketch are also shown in Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Estonia, Lithuania, the Faroe Islands, Austria, German-speaking Switzerland, South Africa and Australia.
On New Year's Eve of 2005 alone, the sketch has been repeated more than 230 times.
The line "Same procedure as every year" has become a very popular catchphrase in Germany. The phrase has entered everyday vocabulary, and is used in newspaper headlines and advertisements.
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Comedian Sarah Silverman signing autographs as she is leaving the "Instyle" afterparty in Toronto on Tuesday Sept. 14, 2010. Paul Lapid
You know how when you try and take a nice family photo and there is always one that is a comedian? That would be my youngest son Nathan! But actually later when you look back on them those are some of your favorite photos!! :))
(look at the little guy on the far left of the photo)
Well, he's been sitting on my desk long enough. Here's my umptenth remake of Edward Blake from the graphic novel Watchmen.
The pauldron is sculpted from procreate. The mask is a modified minfigcat piece. The cigar is the peg on a Lego hand which is glued to the mask. The gun is from a third party seller; I don't remember which. This was painted by me.
If laziness and other priorities don't persist as much as they have been, you can expect the rest of the crew.
I finally picked up the crayola colored sarlacc goo covered comic packed version of Boba Fett! Woot! He was a hard one to find on the cheap. I was hooked by his helmet paint scheme, which echos the vintage Kenner 14-inch giant Boba Fett of the 70's. Oh yeah!
He knew *EXACTLY* what he was doing when he posed this incredibly revealing picture to his Instagram feed!
Stopped by a comedy show around Naka Meguro, along the river. The troupe were all wearing traditional outfits and played some unique instruments. This fellow's hat, in particular, was rather eye-catching.
One of my Blue Jays visiting the bird feeder. They are such characters. They sqwauk if I don't bring their morning offering of peanuts soon enough, sqwauk at each other and fight and watch me from the trees. They are a regular bunch of comedians, very entertaining.
This takes place in the future when Dona actually is Wonder Woman. You know what, it also follows my other Atom issue. So go check that out.
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Hey. Hey. Ray. Hey. Hey.
Seinfeld? What do you want?
Did you uh... want me to narrate this?
NO! Get out of her Seinfeld, god.... go do your stupid coffee show.
Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, on Crackle NOW!
Are you promoting one of your shows on my issue?
Yeah man.
I'll tell you when I'm done.
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It was 6;34 in the morning. Ray and Dona were getting ready to go out on the streets and look for crime.
"Ow... OW." Ray said.
"What did you do?" Donna asked.
"Well, let's just say my pants bit the tick tack."
"Your zipper....."
"Yes! Yep, that's what happened!"
Embarrassed Ray went to the bathroom. While doing that, Donna got dressed. When Ray came out he was disappointed.
"Man, I wanted to see you hopping around trying to get in the tight jump suit!"
She laughed.
"Sorry, you were too late. You can watch me put my wrist gauntlets on?"
"Nah, that's OK. I was only joking.... although it would be nice. Seeing the bre...."
"Ray."
"Yup, TMI."
"Are you ready yet?"
"Yeah I'm just getting my helmet on."
"And you're not talking with the voice?"
Ray turned around.
"Nope, haven't heard from him since.... Uh a few days."
"You know your apartment is nice downstairs, but then when you get up here...."
"Yeah, I uh... don't get a lot of company up here."
"Oh no?"
"Nah... not since you came around."
She smiled and kissed him.
"Hey maybe you could move in with me?"
"You? With Sara? I don't think she likes me..."
"I didn't at first."
"Gee, thanks for letting me know."
They walked down the steps, and out of the house.
"Did you lock the door?" Donna asked.
"Of course I.... didn't."
She gave him a face.
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going."
He locked the door.
"Alright, I'll see you tonight OK?" she told him.
"Yeah, tonight."
They kissed, and he watched as she left.
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It was 10:45pm. And date night. Even though yesterday was date night. And the night before. Yeah, they really liked date night.
"So.... what should we do tonight?" Ray asked.
"Well, I figure we go out, see a movie, get something to eat, go back to my place..." Donna replied.
"Wait... your place?"
"Sara's not home."
"Oh... OK. But this isn't a regular thing is it?"
"Well... your upstairs scares me."
"You're a superhero."
She laughed.
"So?"
"So, you can't be afraid."
"You're afraid of everything!"
"Yeah well... I'm the one exception."
They stared into one another's eyes for a long time. No really, a long time, I've been sitting here for like 20 minutes trying to narrate this.
"Wanna go see that movie now?" Ray asked.
"Sure!"
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The next few days went by so fast, that Ray couldn't believe they went by. Spending time with Donna just made everything... better. But Dona had got a call from some guy, and she had to go meet him, and it was business, and Ray couldn't go. They would call him eventually.
He spent the day alone however, which was different. Even though for most of the day Donna and him were apart, it never felt lonely. He wasn't used to this and didn't like it. But now he could be himself. The regular old Atom.
Yo Seinfeld!
What do you want?
I'm bored.
I know, I wrote it.
Well... give me some action.
Your wish is my command.
Five big, bulky men crashed through Ray's window. They started to take his stuff, but Ray wouldn't let them.
"Hey, Hulk Hogan, gimme back my TV!"
Ray went small, and jumped at the man. The man's eyes bulged out of his head, wondering where Ray had gone. But Ray was right under his nose. Literally. He punched the nose so hard, that "Hulk Hogan" went flying into the other four men. They all hit the ground hard. Ray went back to normal size.
"Another job well done."
For the life of me at the moment I can't remember his last name. This was at Ozzy's in 2013, I believe.
The Austrian cabaret artist, cartoonist and children's author Stefan Waghubinger performed on November 9, 2018 with his program "Now the good days could have come" in the Kleinkunstkreis Donaueschingen.
This isn’t just a pop-up on my face — it’s the voice many women hear before they speak.
We rehearse, rephrase, soften, shrink. Not because we don’t know what to say, but because we’ve been taught to question how we say it — and how we’ll be judged.
We question our tone. Then we question our outfit. Is it too bold? Too plain? Too much leg? Too little femininity?
It’s exhausting to live between the fear of being “too much” and the pressure to be “just enough.”
Feminism isn’t about choosing between softness and strength, heels or flats.
It’s about giving yourself permission — to speak, to dress, to exist — without apology.
Sony a7RIII (ILCE-7RM3)/Sony FE 24-70mm F2.8 GM
Strobist: 1 Godox AD600BM with snoot mod, camera right, high up at 45/45 position. 1 Godox AD200 with blue gel camera left, behind the model as kicker light AND as a prop. Marq 700 Haze Machine was used for effects
“The gift of play is that it invites us to create without attachment, explore without a destination, and enjoy without complexity.” - Vince Gowmon
October 26, 2013 • High Level, AB
hera sits at my feet each day as i go through my morning routine, one of which is using a hair dryer... she loves to chew at the air blowing out, and i love shooting her goober face when she does it.
Following a Twitter stream is like being in a high school classroom. You get the bullies, the geeks, the egomaniac, the comedian, the shy guy, the bitch, the idiot, the "sweetheart" couple, the know-all, the old guy etc. They're all there...
Doctor Manhattan: You sound bitter. You're a strange man, Blake. You have strange attitudes to life and war.
The Comedian: Strange? Listen... once you figure out what a joke everything is, being the Comedian's the only thing that makes sense.
Doctor Manhattan: The charred villages, the boys with necklaces of human ears... these are part of the joke?
The Comedian: Hey... I never said it was a good joke! I'm just playing along with the gag...