Scr*w it; nothing's happening, no one is going anywhere, with the possible exception of those persons about to die; which could be many more than even I imagined. You can either laugh, or cry, and I've done enough crying, thank you very much. So for a good laugh......

Behold the Kargoyle, a Barris Kustom Kreation. from the kreator of the Batmobile, this is proof that the freaks do indeed come out at night. And in California.

I swear, I thought this was a joke when I first saw the pictures (don't ask me where, I don't remember.) Nay, it was a Ford concept vehicle; I can only praise the marketing planners who apparently weren't in the room as the crystal meth was going around.

And perhaps you don't recall this one the way I do. Sprinter Carl Lewis in pumps, acting as pitchman for a tire company sounds like the definition of "non-sequitur;" until it all comes together, and you realize how it works. Still strange, but.....yeah, okay, I see it now....

Not really funny, at least not in the manner that all of the above is, but.....well, many who know me know I have a monstrous fan-crush on Sophia Loren. What I wasn't aware of, was that she had done a photo shoot for the 2007 Pirelli calendar, a famously sexy annual production, made for the best customers of Pirelli distributors and executives. Mamma mia. I should look so good at the age of 71, although I probably won't....the joke's really on me, then. And, relax, sweetheart, Sophia is just out there where she's always been, in the etherial regions of my dream-universe. You're the real deal, and not negotiable for anything imaginable; ever. Ms. Loren probably wouldn't look twice at me anyways; ever.

And, finally, well, a pie in the face is an ages-old comic element, so, why not?!