Monday, December 14, 2009

Warning Labels for Humans

Politicians: Do not overinflate 

Larry King: Objects on screen may not be as
close as they appear 

News anchors: Use only matching batteries.

One baseball manager + four baseball umpires: Flammable

Boy band members: Do not remove this tag under penalty of law 

Joe Rogan: Do not exceed recommended dosage 

Golf , bowling announcers: May cause drowsiness
 
Jacksonville Jaguars: May cause nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite

Politicians 2: Discard after sell by date 

Sunday, November 29, 2009

RIAAAQ (Rarely If at All Asked Questions)

Is there something about pin heads that makes angels want to dance on them?

What do you get if you cross the road with the chicken?

What came first, the chicken or the hero?

Hey, who’s that next to Waldo?…Kilroy?

Who edited The Book of Love?

Who would win a fight between Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen?

Who says woodchucks can’t chuck wood?

How many ears must one man have, before he can make sweet corn pie?

Do bees wonder how we can fly?

Shouldn’t we call it Daylight Balancing Time?

How many light bulbs does it take to change a philosopher’s mind?

If a shot arrow travels half the distance to its target, then travels half the remaining distance, then again half the remaining distance, and so on repeatedly, can it ever reach its target? Or is your DVD player going to freeze up before then?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Questions a President Should Ask Himself Before Pardoning a Turkey

Have any turkeys pardoned in the past been truly reformed?

Have turkeys ever made a contribution to society? Have they ever participated in a drug bust, for example? Saved someone freezing to death in the Alps? Delivered vital messages to Allied troops in wartime? Been pulled from a top hat?

In the future, will other animals demand similar treatment? Could I end up having to publicly pardon an anchovy next year?

Sure I might upset the turkey population by denying clemency, but isn't it good to ruffle a few million feathers now and then?

Has a turkey ever pardoned a weevil?

Could I be upsetting the world’s dead turkey-cranberry sauce balance?

Wouldn't the turkey actually be better off dead? Once the execution takes place, it's all be gravy.

Snoods, caruncles, wattles--who needs them?

Monday, November 9, 2009

My Answers to Some Questions Posed on Answers.com

Why are sodium and potassium not recommended as liming materials?

Bad liming.

Is there live on Mars?

Not since 1979, when a canceled performance by the massively popular Martian heavy rust group Syrtis Major sparked three days of rioting that left Meridian Bay a shambles.

Where can you found a remote control?

You might try Tibet, but I think you’re too late.

What are the mountains in turkey called?

Parasites.

Write a sentence with the word culminate?

My name is Nathaniel, but you can culminate.

What does a speeding ticket cost for 61 in a 45?

Speeding tickets are generally free of charge.

What is Ulysses S. Grant most famous for?

Two things: helping to save the Union and getting buried.

Where do skunks originally come from?

Skunkytown.

What is the opposite word of weight?

It varies. In your question, for example, it would be “of.”

Are mice stupid?

Well, they seem to get along quite well without Answers.com.

How can a president allow a bill to become a law?

Sadly, somebody has to.

There are four scoops of ice cream on one cone they are four different flavors how many ways can they be placed on the cone?

No one has ever been able to find out before they melted.

What do you call a vampire wolf hybrid?

Generally, they drive the same cars as the rest of us, but I’m guessing they’re partial to VWs.

Your heater in your truck is blowing out cold air only the car gauge shows the truck is hot?

Hey! Stay away from my truck!

What is the most venomous or poisonous animal?

Talk show host.

Where do you put the knife when done using it?

You’re not a jealous husband, are you?

How do you switch dragons?

Forget about it. Even if you found a switch big enough, you’d need superhuman strength to wield it.

Where was the nickel discovered?

In the dryer when I emptied it.

Can you substitue bordeaux wine for burgundy wine in cooking?

Yes, but the food will probably misbehave.

Houses in sydney australia?

Yes.

Did muhammad ali go to college?

No, but he took a lot of other people to school.

Do you need to dye your roots before getting highlights?

It depends on how soon you need to get to bed after Sportscenter is over.

In Pirates of Caribbean what two things are bad luck for sailors?

Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and Pirates of the Caribbean 3.

How do you say im not very good in french?

Put an apostrophe between the "i" and "m" and you’re good to go.

What type of music do vikings listen too?

Not sure, but I know they love The Pillage People.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Listless Thoughts

Life is not like a box of chocolates. If it was, your mother would keep it out of your reach.

If I had a nickel for evey time somebody said “If I had a nickel,” that would be really cool.

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who disagree.

Why aren’t there more jokes about Iceland?

Whenever someone says, “I hate hypocrites,” are they being too hard on themselves?

More fun than the Dewey Decimal System: The Dewey Decibel System.

There’s a fine line between money business and monkey business—or is it three fine lines?

I want to make a movie about myself and do it as a one-person project from beginning to end. That way, I can take all the credits.

I'm convinced it was grief (caused by a broken heart?), and not ambition or greed, that drove Columbus to leave Europe in search of a new world. After all, Columbus did sail the ocean blue, right?

Life is like a fast drive down a gravel road—one ding after another.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

From a Poll of NASCAR Drivers

Favorite vacation spot: Lapland 

Favorite name for a bar they hope to open someday after retirement from NASCAR: The Lap Joint 
 
Favorite joke: Question: What do you call a lazy NASCAR driver? Answer: Lapadaisical 

Word that most often causes them spelling problems: Lapse 

Favorite thing to do following lunch: Afternoon lap 

Favorite French mathematician: Laplace 

Favorite form of office gambling: Lap pool  

Favorite décor: Lapdash 

Favorite treatment for someone who makes lame NASCAR jokes: Lapidation

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Reasons to Reconsider Buying a Car


It’s no accident that the word carnage has the word car in it. Or maybe it is.

There’s no such thing as radar love.

You never hear reports of "sidewalk rage"

Road signs are too bossy.

Sooner or later, you'll have to see the manager.


If you own a car...

Everything becomes personal when you're in it.

One day you’ll find yourself talking to your car. It won’t be a good day. And they won't be kind words.


If you don't own a car...

Your kids will never ask you to buy them a car, because they’ll never want to be seen driving you around.

With the money you save on gas, you can buy a gas station.

You can sit back and watch the Smiths fall further and further behind the Joneses.

You can own a TV the size of a garage.

If you can’t remember where you left your car keys and start wondering if your mind is going, the answer will be obvious.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Survey of People Who Regularly Respond to Surveys

97% of people who regularly respond to surveys think that other people care what they think.

81% of people who regularly respond to surveys indicate that most of their opinions are borrowed.

86% of people who regularly respond to surveys say that they don’t know the difference between a poll and a survey, or if there is one.

Somewhat confusingly, 79% of the 86% mentioned above nevertheless indicate they would rather be surveyed than polled.

6% of people who regularly respond to surveys say of themselves that, so far, it looks like they have all the answers.

4% of people who regularly respond to surveys define a small sample size as any population sample that doesn‘t include them.

11% of people who regularly respond to surveys indicate that, on at least one occasion when they were responding to a phone survey, they thought they were having a conversation with a distant relative.

61% of people who regularly respond to surveys say that if they are given the option of answering “no opinion” or "don't know" to any given question, they feel insulted.

50% of people who regularly respond to surveys indicate that they only deviate from the mean when no one is looking.

72% of people who regularly respond to surveys answered “no” when asked: “Is there such a thing as a dumb question?”

28% of people who regularly respond to surveys thought the above was a dumb question.

17% of people who regularly respond to surveys say they only respond to surveys that involve filling in little circles. (Pollsters conclusion: 17% of people who regularly respond to surveys have OCD.)

3% of people who regularly respond to surveys think that George Gallup is the name of Dudley Do-Right’s horse.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Discovered in the Small Print of Ads for Psychic Advisors

FREE grain of salt with every reading. Miss E__ cannot be held responsible for any lack of gullibility on your part. If our perceptions of you do not match what you know to be true of yourself, you must consider the possibility that you are an impostor. Just remember that Mr. N__ doesn't claim to be a Nostradamus. But then, even Nostradamus was no Nostradamus, right? We make no claim that palm reading is a science. But it is scientificish. If you are in the habit of reading the small print (like this) in advertisements, you are probably not a suitable candidate for our services. We will only give you information about yourself and those you come in contact with that we believe is completely true, or at least could be. Madame S__ always proves to be correct in the long run—she’s kind of like an economist that way. The endorsements cited above have been channeled. Mr. A__ is sensitive about his weight, so keep in mind that referring to him as a medium large may adversely affect the results of your reading.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Suggestions for Some New Words Beginning with Q Not Followed by U


Qcumber To write a sentence with more than two 
Qs in it, or a paragraph with more than 5


Qexfoliate To disencumber a sentence that has more than two or a paragraph that has more than five

Qneiform Alternate spelling of cuneiform

Qball The 17th ball of the season 

Qpickle What double-O agents into when they misuse one of Q’s gadgets 

Q and Q A series of hypothetical questions 

Qstring The little line that tuns an O into a Q, called such because it calls to mind a string holding a balloon 

Qet A duet sung by Desmond Llewllyn (James Bond) and John de Lancie (Star Trek)

Qooky Doubly kooky 

Qooey The brother Huey, Dewey, and Louie never talk about

Qkoo Said of someone who is abnormally fixated on the letter Q

Qbit What this is

Monday, September 14, 2009

Spice Up Your Halloween Menu with These

Ascaragus

Voice from the gravy

Spell peppers

Roast yuck

Samhanwiches

Raven split

Vultured ribs

Guanola bars

Ice squeam

Memento moray

Quiche Lorraine with real Lorraine

Ghoul whip

Chainsawsage

Unholy mackerel

Apple spider

Haunted grouse

Coven baked pizza

Brain muffins

Chicken with mold sauce

Zompeas

Seriously twisted bread

Monday, September 7, 2009

Ways to Celebrate Touchdowns That Haven't Been Tried Yet, As Far as I Know

Have the entire offense line up in the end zone on one side of the quarterback and then proceed past him one by one as he dispenses imaginary diplomas.
 
Kneel facing a teammate and have him dub you “Sir Touch of Down.” 

Good boy!

Conga line!

Take a selfie!

Muscle bound

Clean and jerk

Beetlejuice Day-O!

Medal ceremony

Have your teammates huddle up behind your back, then toss the football over your shoulder so they can scramble to catch the “bouquet.” 

 Give the high sign to the cheerleaders, signaling them to hold up the printed cards you gave them before game time that spell out: MISSED ME, MISSED ME, NOW YA GOTTA KISS ME! 

 Curtsy.

The Freddie!

Get on the bus.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Pro Wrestling Memoirs: A List as Real as Pro Wrestling Itself

I Remember Trauma

The Foreign Object of My Affection

Don’t Let the Luchador Hit You on the Way Out

Now I‘ve Not Seen Everything: Life as a Pro Wrestling Referee

Piledriving Miss Daisy: Inside Women’s Wrestling

All the World’s a Cage Match: Reflections of a Wrestling Existentialist

I Can Count to Three

I’ve Taken So Many Steel Chairs to the Head, I Forgot How to Sit on One

Every Time I Threw a Match I Lit Up the Crowd

Muscle Chowder: Life as a Wrestling Stooge

Wrestling's in My Blood—See for Yourself

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Things I Wouldn't Want to Die From

Desultory combustion 

Malignant pleonasm 

Tickle overdose ("Tickle to Death" on my death certificate? No thanks!)

Mallaria 

Bubonic plaque 

Traumatic shlock 

Prismatic fever 

Fatal browbeating 

Bigpox 

Anything involving my petard

Stray ballet 

Monday, August 17, 2009

Things, Besides Crying, for Which There Should Be No Place in Baseball (with Some Caveats)

Wearing your baseball cap upside down while you are right-side up

Funky renditions of "The Star-Spangled Banner," unless at some point a fungo bat gets set on fire 

Bad renditions of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” unless accompanied by free peanuts and cracker jack 

 Ceremonial first pitches thrown by someone who throws like a squirrel 

Referring to a ballplayer by conjoining shortened versions of the player's first and last names (e.g., "A-Rod" for Alex Rodriguez, Han-Ram for Hanley Ramirez, D-Lee for Derrek Lee), unless you have been diagnosed with a disease so virulent, your life expectancy can be measured in syllables 

Referring to a ballplayer by using a shortened version of the player's last name (e.g., "Sully" for Sullivan, "Rami" for Ramirez, "Gonzo" for Gonzales), unless you are a teammate of that player, or have spent or are likely in the near future to spend a weekend fly-fishing with him in the Blue Ridge Mountains

 Boring mascots Mascots 

 Donnybrooks (rhubarbs OK) 

The Wave (Please! Stop!)

Hot dogs that cost as much as a steak dinner at Texas Roadhouse

Players assaulting plumbing in the dugout or clubhouse, unless plumbing is the aggressor 

Fraternizing during the game with a member of the opposition. You can pass along your commodities tips after the game.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Not Especially Intimidating Wrestling Moves

The Sleep Aid

The Fist of Perturbation

The Hectoral Pectoral

The Heave of Destruction

The Stress Inducer

The Aluminum Claw

The Harriet Nelson

The Corrective Boot

The Teddy Roosevelt (walk softly and carry a pool noodle)

The Sneer of Transfixion

The Throws Garden

The Scaphoid Sandwich

Shove and Disses

The Beau Pummel

The Crimponator

Monday, August 3, 2009

Nicknames You Wouldn't Want to Be Tagged with Even If Your Name's Not James Jackson

Open Fly 

Shootee

Jetsam

The Afterthought

Mr. Snivelmore

The Last Resort

The Sudden Pall

Stanley Livingstain

Tricklenose

Nice Try

Cringemaster

The Loom of Gloom

Captain Extraneous

Recall

Posthumous Man

First Draft

The Duke of Dumpster

ur-Urkel

McShifty

Grammar Moses








Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sounds Remarkably Like One Hand Clapping

One finger snapping One lip smacking One tooth chattering One wind chime rod chiming One coin jingling One-snap snapping One heel clicking One scissor snipping One LEGO block joining One band napping

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Extraterrestrial Species I Have Met, With Brief Comments, Part 4 (K-N)*

Note 1: The material in this post is a meticulously accurate record of what I have been told by the extraterrestrials themselves, and of what I have observed (most painstakingly) of their appearance and behavior. Any errors or misrepresentations are entirely their fault. Note 2: In assembling my list of extraterrestrial races, I have relied on Wikipedia’s “List of Extraterrestrials in Fiction.” Of course, I could have constructed a list without Wikipedia’s help, based entirely on my own recollections and records. But, I have much in common with the Aziam (see Part 1). Note 3: Undoubtedly Wikipedia included the “in fiction” in their title in order to maintain credibility with the uninitiated and ignorant masses of our planet. 

Kadi…I’ve met them, but I’m not allowed to reveal what the Kadi said or what the Kadi did. 

Kazon…Ambulate by rolling.

Key-Guardians…They were quite courteous and helpful when I misplaced mine. 

King Ghidora…Has visited innumerable uninhabited planets; also known as Ghidora the Explorer. 

Kharaa…Kharaa insurance is quite expensive.   

Kig-yar…Most of them are shape-shifters, but sometimes a Kig-yar is just a Kigyar

Kimera…Curiously, their accent is exactly the reverse of that of Commander Chekov of the Enterprise, so when they say their name, it sounds like our word camera

Kivar…A virulent space bug that attacks the central nervous system of humans; you don’t want to get a Kivar up your spine. 

Klingons…From a planet composed mostly of static. 

Koozbanians…Successfully banned kooz throughout the universe. (Never heard of kooz? Now you know why.) 

Krakeds…aka Krudes. 

K’tang…Supposedly evolved from stray crystals from the powdered Tang that earth astronauts carried into space, but no one has ever explained how. 

Kyo…Their current leader is Kyo Adrian. 

Liir…Their pants are on fiir. 

Limax…They love the snooze button. 

Lipul…Intergalactic troublemakers; so universally disliked that many other races only like their Lipuls pierced. 

Loboan…If attacked by a Loboan shark, watch out for your kneecaps. 

Loomi…Loomi tunes are quite catchy. 

Macra…They don’t get along with most other races, but one day, the Macra may. 

Malons…When they’re on, they’re off. 

Mangalores…Males outnumber females among them 20:1. 

Marmosians…They love to mosey, even though they're pretty bad at it. 

Martians…No, they are not from Mars. They’re tiny space creatures who live in or on Marti, a clerk at my local Blockbuster (kind of like in that Eddy Murphy movie I can’t remember the name of right now). 

Mazians…I want to be a Mazian; I’ve always wanted to be a Mazian. 

Melnorme…aka The Velvenfog. 

Melotians…Always hogging the sun block

Miradorn…Hired to decorate the now-defunct Russian space station. 

Mmmmhrm…Used to be Momomomohorom, but the Hooloovoo stole all their o’s. 

Mork…Admitted to me he’s not really from Ork. 

The Mooninites…Stole Cat Stevens’ "Starry Starry Night" for use as their planetary anthem, sticking their name in the starry night parts. 

Morlocks…Big on security. Their motto: "You can never have too many locks." Big on security. 

Mor-Taxans…Always want their taxes increased; they’re loony. 

Mr. Saturn…I asked Mr. Saturn to give me a ring some time. Mr Saturn didn't laugh. 

Neutrals…Shifty. 

 Nox…Approachable when they’re alone or in groups, but don’t bother two Nox.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Reality TV Shows That Would Be Worth Watching, At Least for 10 Minutes

Reality TV Shows that Would Be Worth Watching (at least for 10 minutes)


The Real Floyd the Barber
Contestants must survive twenty-two weeks of eight-hour days cooped up in a barber shop with the most boring barber in America.

American Idle
The search for the laziest person in America becomes a literal search when viable candidates consistently fail to show up for shooting.

The Legend of Judge Roy Bean Redux
Television's first hanging judge (executions strictly cgi)

Animal Planet's Kangaroo Court
Past episode's of The People's Court, re-enacted by kangaroos (animated).

Veal or No Veal
Contestants vie for boatloads of cutlets.

The Gladys Kravitzes
Follows the exploits of a group of snoopy suburban housewives who investigate reports of "funny business" in their neighborhoods.

Lancing with the Stars
Celebrity jousting.

Last Tuba Player Standing
Kind of like Last Comic Standing, except with tubas and a non-figurative use of standing.

Lego Noobs.

Kids in Cars with Coke
You thought kids said the darndest things before...

The Gamey Show
In a combination of Major League Eating events and TV's The Fear Factor, a competitive eating contest where contestants consume a variety of foods that are a just bit "off. " Throwing up results in immediate elimination.


Sunday, June 28, 2009

Movies Peter Rabbit Declined to Appear in for Fear of Tainting His Image

Blood and Hindguts

Kill Fudd

Rabbit Punch

The Gunny Rabbit

Hopped Up

The Haunting of Elwood P. Dowd

Die! Tortoise Die!

Burrow to the Brain

Dirty Harey
.
Taste the Blood of Bunnicula

The Last Hutch on the Left

Gnawty, Gnawty

Lepus Creepus

A Hard Rabbit to Break

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Ways to Annoy the Person Sitting Next to You on a Long-Distance Train Trip

Tell him you’re very pleasantly surprised that even when you only pay coach fare, you apparently still get all the bells and whistles.

Tell her you used to be able to identify every type of locomotive engine, and the year it was manufactured, merely by listening to it idle, because once upon a time you had an engine ear.

Ask him if he knows if the dining car offers al fresco dining.

Tell her you always love riding trains because a train is the only place no one ever gives you a hard time for walking around with “Pillowy” under your arm.

Tell him you heard that the other engineers refer to your engineer as “Sidetrack Sally.”

Ask her if she’ll switch seats with you periodically so you can keep your butt aligned.

Nickname your conductor "AC," and call him/her this every time he/she walks past.

Periodically take your train schedule out of your pocket, methodically unfold it, examine it closely, snort, and carefully fold it and put it back into your pocket.

Occasionally and without warning break out into a chorus of “I’m Singin’ in the Train.”

Lean over and, with a worried look on your face, say, “You know, I think I just heard a clackety-click. Do you think I should tell someone?”

Tell her: “Too bad this isn’t a bullet train, ‘cause I really feel like getting loaded.”

Monday, June 8, 2009

Animals I'm Glad Don't Exist

Air moccasins 

Porcupusses

Black widow spider monkeys 

Sabertooth poodles 

Paralyzer bunnies 

Dung hippos 

Liversters 

Vampire pigeons

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Now Showing at the Deep Forest Cineplex

Manbob Wearpants: The Movie

Manbat Begins

People (musical)

Never Cry Wolf Blitzer

Snakes Stuck on Plane Filled with Idiots

Gromit and Wallace

Bambo: First Blood

101 Two-Legged Alsatians

Shaggy Doo

Who Framed Roger Corman

The Brave Chicken

Dances with Swedes

Lassie Go Home if You Know What's Good for You

There's a Girl in My Soup, Have Some

Mehn

Monday, May 25, 2009

Shouted or Sung from the Ranks of Infantry Marching Behind Roman Generals’ Chariots During Various Triumphal Processions

“We want a prae-tor, not a tofu eat-er.”

“Julius and Servilia sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“You’re no good, you’re no good, you’re no good, baby you’re no good.” (Or something like that)

“I knew Marcus Aurelius, and you’re no Marcus Aurelius!”

"If you're a general, I'm a Trojan pig."

“Your mother wears caligae!”

“Memento this!”

“The Ides of March rocks!”

“Where’s Spartacus when you need him?”

"Jupiter weeps!"

Nice boots, buddy!

Worst...General...evvverrr!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Star Baseball Player Contract Requests That Have Been Denied by Baseball Team Owners

Personal victory parade upon winning any major award 
 
Mechanical lift from dugout floor to playing field (escalator clause)

Use of horse for home run trots 

Ejection stadium seating three rows deep behind dugout, controlled from player's phone

Exclamation point following name on back of uniform 

Stat line “malfunction” on scoreboard during prolonged slumps 

Exemption from sacrificing, whether or not bunts are involved 

Walkup song to be played by personally selected live band 

Audible warning track with recording of Lost in Space robot saying "Danger [player's name]

Four guaranteed back pats or butt pats each game, gratis

Fireworks display upon starting argument with any umpire


Monday, May 11, 2009

Possible Benefits of Walking on Your Hands All the Time

Possible Benefits of Walking on Your Hands All the Time






You'll be taller.

If you’re not handy, you might be footy.

You will always win hands down. (When you do win that is.)

You might be able to get away with claiming you “tripped” over a certain someone’s head.

Your body language will become encoded.

You can kiss stubbing goodbye.

Nothing can get your dander up.

You'll never go unnoticed.

You’ll always know when things fall out of your pockets. (Of course, more things may fall out of your pockets, so maybe it’s a wash.)

You may circumvent holes-in-your-socks syndrome.

You should be able to use your hands in soccer.

You'll greatly reduce your chances of death by coconut. 

Monday, May 4, 2009

Reasons to Go Greyhound

You don’t want to take any chance of getting there being half the fun.  It might make "there" less than you expected..

You need to go somewhere you don’t really want to get to.

You like people, and you want it to stop.

You're knees have been bothering you and you want to teach them a lesson.

You had no choice; you just pushed the engage button on that blasted prototype time machine, and the next thing you know you're on a Greyhound bus headed toward Blytheville, Arkansas.

No one can throw you under the bus if you're on the bus.

You can imagine you're Willie Nelson 

No takeoffs, no landings (usually).

You hope you will come across that “very special” McDonald’s you forgot the exact location of.

You thought they’d let you ride a greyhound.

You‘re claustrohedonic.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Vampire Westerns

Fang ‘em High The Dracnificent Seven Really Pale Rider Don’t Bite the Bullet Blazing Coffins The Sucking Bronco The Assassination of Count Dracula by the Coward Abraham Van Helsing The Chewtist Reddish River Wanted: Dead or Undead or Alive Bat in the Saddle Again The Good Guys and the Vlad Guys Nooseferatu Bat Day at Black Rock Bat Masterson Has Arisen From the Grave Fjango Unchained

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Blurbs You Wouldn't Want to See on the Back Cover of Your First Book

“I found it literally impossible to put this book down. Of course, that may have been because it was full of hot air.”

“If I could have one book with me on a desert island, this would be the one—because I’d have no scruples about using it to start a signal fire.”

"An abomination to trees."

“This book helped brighten my day. At 923-pages long, I was able to step up on it to change a light bulb.”

"Better than counting sheep."

“If you can‘t afford to buy this book, go out and steal it from your local library. Please!"

“Read this book from cover to cover. Skip the rest."

"Made me say "Uncle," and not in a good way.

“My only wish is that this book would have been a lot longer. Then I could have left more of it unread.”

“This is the kind of book you put down and say: “I made it!"

"Move over Snoopy!"

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Videos You Will Probably See on You Tube Someday (If You Haven't Already)

A dog and a cat playing Risk

A man who can make his hair do twenty push-ups

A woman who can twiddle her shoulders around one another like they were thumbs

A 7689-mile-long line of toppling dominoes that retraces the entire route taken by the Corps of Discovery

A coffee spill that looks uncannily like the face of The Office and Night at the Museum actor Ricky Gervais

The world’s oldest pipe fitter

An enhanced image from the video of the Apollo 11 astronauts' moon walk that purportedly proves that three flies did in fact accompany them to the moon

A wild pig plowing into a line of cars at a freeway rest stop after stealing an unattended road grader (click on Crashing Boar)

An interview with a nine-year-old real-life Jimmy Neutron who went into orbit without telling his parents

A pyrotechnician who finds himself literally hoist by his own petard at a Fourth of July celebration (with only his dignity hurt)

A woman who lives in a studio apartment she created inside a retired-from-service concrete mixer truck. “Planes, boats, trains, trailers—if people can make their homes in these,” the woman says, “why not a concrete mixer? It's really cozy. And rearranging the furniture is a snap.”

Brad Pitt and Sasquatch playing Risk

An NBA All-Star slam dunk competition winner who clinches victory by dunking the ball with his face

A normal person walking down the street

Monday, March 30, 2009

Talking to Food: Don'ts and Don'ts

Never ask a half-baked potato for advice.

Never tell scrambled eggs to pull themselves together.

Never bother trying to interrogate a hard-boiled egg.

Never encourage a hot dog. Same goes for a ham.

Never say ''I'm toast" in the presence of toast.

Never taunt orange roughy.

Never say anything to skimmed milk, or associate with it in any way.

Never hit up a cupcake for money. You'll feel guilty afterward.

Never (ever!) agree to let bacon take you home.

Never get into an argument with rhubarb pie.

Never give Spam your e-mail address.

Never ask a tossed salad if it's OK. It is.

Never ask a cured fish about its past unless you're close friends.

Never be sardonic with sardines. (It’s OK to be sardinic.)

Never ask an English muffin if it likes soccer. ("It's called football, you berk!")

Never ask corn if it knows a good joke.

Never ask salt why no one's ever heard of Sgt. Salt's Lonely Hearts Club Band. You'd be rubbing pepper into its wounds.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Professional Baseball Player or Hobo King/Queen?

Colorado Rocky 
Tampa Bay Ray 
El Paso Kid 
Reno Ace 
Florida Marlin 
New York Slim 
Iowa Blackie 
Cedar Rapids Kernel 
Frisco Jack 
Minneapolis Jewel 
Philadelphia Phillie 
Bakersfield Blaze 
State College Spike 
Washington Nat 
Burlington Bee San Diego Padre Ohio Ned Bowling Green Hot Rod Connecticut Shorty Birmingham Baron Kansas City Royal Arizona Bill Minnesota Fats New York Maggie Tennessee Smoky Los Angeles Angel of Anaheim Answer: All are professional baseball team members, except ... Hobo Kings: El Paso Kid (1989); New York Slim (1998); Iowa Blackie (1993); Frisco Jack (1985); Ohio Ned (1991); Arizona Bill (1958) Hobo Queens: Minneapolis Jewel (1986, 1991, 1997); Connecticut Shorty (1992); New York Maggie (1994) Minneapolis Jewel (2011, 2017).. and that guy I crossed out. Sources: http://www.hobo.com/kings1.htm http://mlb.mlb.com/mlb/homepage/narrowband.jsp http://web.minorleaguebaseball.com/index.jsp

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Plays Written by a Roomful of Monkeys with Typewriters

The Two Bananas of Verona

Banana for Banana

The Comedy of Bananas

Much Ado About Nothing (Except Bananas)

Love’s Bananas Lost

The Merry Wives of Bananaville

A Midsummer Night’s Banana

Banan(As) You Like It

Twelfth Banana or What You Peel

The Banana’s Tale

The Two Noble Bananas

Banana VIII

Bananalanus

Titus Bananicus

Romeo and Juliet and Bananas

MacBanana

Zippy of Athens (Lover of Bananas)

Bananas Go Hamlet

Obanano

Banana Caeser

All’s Well That Ends Banana

Monday, March 16, 2009

Names The Lone Ranger Considered Adopting Before He Became Officially Known as The Lone Ranger

The Solitary Sheriff 

The Isolated Marshal 

The Socially Withdrawn Lawman 

The Highly Independent Peace Officer

The Reclusive Regulator

The Emo Constable

The Wallflower Vigilante 

The Keeps-to-Himself Nemesis of Evil

The Sui Generis Peacemaker

The Masked Guy

The Discipliner

Goldfinger Silverfinger 

Paladin

Hi-Yo Man

Kemosabe Bobbie

Klinton Spilsbury

Thursday, March 5, 2009

To-do List for the Space Alien's Last Week on Earth

Sweep up around Stonehenge.

Store up on spackle (Yum!) for the long trip home.

Abduct at least one Earthling so as not to disappoint the rest of them (jk!).

Pay final respects to Chuck Berry. (Thanks for the invite, Chuck!)

Drop off E.T. (the movie) at the Roswell Public Library.

De-woof warp drive.

Pick up toy for Kitty that will keep her occupied on the trip home—perhaps that joke-of-a-neighbor Pritchard’s new Buick.

Assemble data from my observations of the goings-on at Kitt Observatory. (Is this an example of what Earthlings call irony? Decades on earth and I’m still not sure.)

Call Allplanet and adjust deductible.

Infiltrate MasterCard offices and flash a few people MIB-style.

Throw paint on the Tardis

Leave key under the mat for IG-88.

Monday, March 2, 2009

The Franz List


Franz opened a beauty salon in the international terminal at the airport. He called it “Hair Franz.”


If Dennis Franz and Jim Nabors had moved in next door to each other, it wouldn’t have changed anything. They were always Franz and Nabors.

My dentist Franz thinks he used to be on NYPD Blue.

Bill Franz has an enormous beer belly; so naturally everyone calls him Bill “The Island of Lager“ Franz.

Nice potted palm Franz!

Franz Sisco is a real party pooper; so parties are always more fun sans Franz Sisco.

The Franz! Aaay!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Q and A with Myself

I: First of all, let me thank you for taking time out of your cluttered schedule to sit down with me for this brief Q and A.

Myself: Well, normally I would pretend I’m too busy for this kind of thing, but I decided to make an exception in your case since you are, after all…uh…me.

I: Of course. I thought that might influence your decision.

M: And you were right, as usual.

I: But I must say I’m confused by your decision to include this Q and A, as you indicated to me you would, in Listing Towards Peoria. I thought you only did lists there.

M: Well, I presume you have prepared a list of questions to ask me.

I: Prepared might not be the right word, but, yes, I do have a list of questions.

M: That’s good enough for me.

I: And who am I to quibble?

M: Exactly.

I: Speaking of my list of questions, though, I feel I should warn you that on the surface my questions may all seem arbitrary and pointless.

M: What about below the surface?

I: Hmmm. I’m afraid I must confess that you have taken me aback, sir.

M: HA! Just kidding!

I: Good. First question. If you were a tree, what kind of tree do you think you would be?

M: That’s easy. You know that tree that falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear it, so they don’t know if it makes a sound? I’m that tree.

I : So, do you make a sound when you fall?

M: How should I know? I’m a tree!

I. Of course. Next question. What famous dead person do you think would most like to meet you?

M: Probably Dracula or Will Rogers, one of the two.

I: Well, I’m not sure Dracula’s dead at the moment, but we can check on that later.

M: Maybe you can. I’ll probably pretend I’m too busy.

I: Of course. Next question: Barry Bonds—guilty or innocent?

M: Me, I’m still wondering how Gary U.S. Bonds got away with impersonating a treasury security.

I: Well, I guess it just proves that sometimes the law is an ass. Anyway, next question. What is your stance on global warming?

M: I always remind myself not to crowd the plate. I wouldn’t want global warming to bust one inside on me.

I: Good thinking. Next question. Do you believe there’s life on other planets?

M: Well, once I was frying up some eggs when I looked down into the frying pan and saw an unidentified frying object that looked like one of those Ceti Eel’s from the Wrath of … Hey, wait a minute! You’ve got a wattle! I don’t have a wattle! Maybe you’re not me aft…

I: Hold on, I can fix that……….Better?

M: Much, thanks.

I: And you have forgotten all about that last question, right?

M: You mean the one about global warming?

I: Yes…errr…I mean…no...I mean…Hey, I’m supposed to be the one asking the questions…so let’s just move on. OK?

M: OK.

I: What would you do with your winnings if you won the lottery?

M: Start a lottery.

I: Snare the wealth and share the wealth, eh?

M: Something like that....But then again, nothing like that at all.

I: I catch you drift. Next question. If you were a raindrop, where would you like to fall?

M: Probably in a can of oil, or something else I'd be immiscible with. Otherwise—bye-bye raindrop!

I: Always thinking! Next question. How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

M: Seriously?

I: No.

M: Because I do have an answer for that question.

I: I ‘m not surprised, but…No. Next question. What is the most unusual job you’ve ever had?

M: Let’s see…I guess I’d have to say it was the time I spent as an Elvis has left the building impersonator.

I: Hmmm. How did that work?

M: Well, when a crowd of people hears that Elvis has left the building, and they look around the room just to make sure, an Elvis has left the building impersonator impersonates the Elvis that's not there.

I: You know, I have to say that that just doesn’t make any sense at all.

M: I know! But hey, it paid the bills!

I: Really?!

M: Yes. Well…that and my side job anyway. Which I still have.

I: And what would that be?

M: I carve soap figures of famous people and sell them at fairs and flea markets. You should see my soap Oprah.

I: Maybe some other time.

M: And my Soapia Loren and Soapie Tucker.

I: I think we’re done.

M: And my Arthur Soapenhauer.

I: Now I know we’re done.

M: Say—did I ever tell you I’ve been looking into becoming a wild cabbage tamer?

I: Really?…Hmmm…Now that sounds interesting. Tell me more.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Things to Do While Waiting in a Very Long Supermarket Checkout Line

Wait.

Try to mentally construct a Transformer from your shopping cart that wouldn’t have sand kicked in its face by other Transformers.

If you don’t already qualify for the senior discount, boost your spirits by considering the possibility that you might by the time you get to the front of the line.

Play with your food.

Using the divider sticks from the conveyor belt, develop a Flying Karamazov Brothers routine in conjunction with someone three or four lines down.

Try to come up with a way to shut up Hootie and the Blowfish that doesn‘t involve vandalism.

Say this (discreetly but audibly) to the person in front of you: "I sure hope no one has to pay by check, or has a tale to tell the cashier about something cute their grandkid did. I really don't want to be late for my anger management class."

Use your cell phone to make any needed service calls, doctor or dentist appointments, billing questions, etc. It pays to multi-wait.

Study the cashier's facial expressions and body language closely and try to gauge what he or she would consider a sufficient contribution to Jerry’s Kids so you don't get "that look."

Cheer plastic, boo paper (or vice versa, your choice).

Wait.

Extraterrestrial Species I Have Met, With Brief Comments, Part 3 (G-J)*

Note 1: The material in this post is a meticulously accurate record of what I have been told by the extraterrestrials themselves, and of what I have observed (most painstakingly) of their appearance and behavior. Any errors or misrepre-sentations are entirely their fault. Note 2: In assembling my list of extraterrestrial races, I have relied on Wikipedia’s “List of Extraterrestrials in Fiction.” Of course, I could have constructed a list without Wikipedia’s help, based entirely on my own recollections and records. But, I have much in common with the Aziam (see Part 1). Note 3: Undoubtedly Wikipedia included the “in fiction” in their title in order to maintain credibility with the uninitiated and ignorant masses of our planet.


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 Galactus…Galactus are warriors; Guyactus sit at home all day playing Guitar Hero. 
 
Garthlings…No, there are no Waynelings. If that's what you were thinking.

 Gelth…Favorite alcoholic drink: Gelth Bomber.   

Gethenians
…Worship Gethena 

Gill Men…Turned on by gills. Gills forbidden in children's movies 

  Gladifers…Made positively giddy by conditional clauses

  Glapum’tians…Once faced no resistance when conquering a planet because its inhabitants mistakenly thought they were being invaded by glad pumpkins.

 Gloarft…I’ve never met a Gloarft, but I remember seeing Gloarft flashed on my TV screen once when Adam West’s Batman landed a hard blow to the Riddler’s solar plexus. Not sure if there’s a connection.

 Godan…Enemy of Rodzilla.

Gorn,:Orville Redenbacher once got into a fight with one and put him away with one punch (actual headline: Orville Redenbacher pops Gorn).
Gowachin…A notably pusillanimous race, who as often as not are derogatorily called Growachin

  G.R.A.I.S.E….A highly self-deprecating race. Name stands for: Get Real! Acronyms and Initialisms Suck Eggs. 

The Graske…Little green men; greener on one side.

 Grue…Clark Kent actually migrated to their planet for a short time after leaving Smallville, but he left when he tired of being called Supergrue. 
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 Grunds…Came perilously close to being Gerunds, which would have left everyone confused.

Hangi…Often seen in company with the Snotlings.
 
 Hanshaks...Inveterate bandwagon jumpers generally. When things are going poorly, most of them run for cover; but when things are going well, there are Hanshaks all around

 
High Ones…Live in a real life bizarro world. High Ones ruled by the Low Twos; parents raised by children; teachers taught by students; bosses bossed by employees; police kept in line by citizens; dogs and cats living together.

Horta…Horta culture is much admired in the galaxy.

Hutts…Have no use for two, three, or four. 

Husnock…They’re mad because the Hutts butted in line; war is immanent. 

 Hydrans…Afflicted by cynophobia, and for good reason. 

Iberons…Space pirates, all named Ron.
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Ibs...Inveterate liars
.
 Ice Warriors…The remains of Ice Warriors who fall in battle have in some quarters become an illicit source of crushed ice. 

 Ishtarians…Kind of like the Rotarians, but held together by their unashamed celebration of and obsession with the notoriously ill conceived movie Ishtar. 

Jawa…Have put up a rather flimsy defensive shield around their planet called the Jawa Curtain. 
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 Jotoki…They reproduce like rabbits; even as you read this, the population of Jotoki mushrooms. *See also: Part 1, A-C; Part 2, D-F; Part 4, K-N

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Signs You Could Be a Butterfly Dreaming You're a Man (or Woman), As Chuang Tzu Suggested

You experience a vague sense of schadenfreude whenever you’re around moths.

People are always saying you remind them of Tinkerbell.

You can't figure out why Imelda Marcos’ nickname offends you so much.

You were once chased by a funny-looking English dude carrying a small net and wearing khaki shorts, knee socks, and a pith helmet. He didn't look at all scary but for some reason you were terrified.

You sometimes have a fluttering feeling in your stomach but, butterflies? No.

You remember having  a dejaYou experience a vague sense of schadenfreude whenever you’re around moths.

People are always saying you remind them of Tinkerbell.

You can't figure out why Imelda Marcos’ nickname offends you so much.

You were once chased by a funny-looking English dude carrying a small net and wearing khaki shorts, knee socks, and a pith helmet. He didn't look at all scary but for some reason you were terrified.

You sometimes have a fluttering feeling in your stomach but, butterflies? No.

You remember having  a deja vu experience once when you spotted a caterpillar.

Children adore you even though you don't like them all that much.

You can fit a completed first draft of your memoirs on a table napkin.

Aspiring boxers are always asking you to teach them how to float like a butterfly.

You’re always seeing tattoos of you, even on perfect strangers.

You and many of your friends have second homes in central America.

You always keep your distance from that guy in your office who thinks he might be a bird dreaming he‘s a man.

You're not afraid of needles, but you're deathly afraid of pins.

You remember having a deja vu experience once when you spotted a caterpillar.

Children adore you even though you don't like them all that much.

You can fit a completed first draft of your memoirs on a table napkin.

Aspiring boxers are always asking you to teach them how to float like a butterfly.

You’re always seeing tattoos of you, even on perfect strangers.

You and many of your friends have second homes in central America.

You always keep your distance from that guy in your office who thinks he might be a bird dreaming he‘s a man.

You're not afraid of needles, but you're deathly afraid of pins.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Ifs and Buts, Etc.

Everyone knows that "if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, every day would be Christmas." But what many people do not know is that ...

If ors and ands were blue skies and sands, every day would be a day at the beach.

If maybes and supposes were oil and roses, every day would include a parade.

If whats and whys were turkeys and pies, every day would be Thanksgiving.

If pardons and excuses were discounts and bruises, every day would be black Friday.

If tos and froms were banners and drums, every day would be the Fourth of July.

If hellos and goodbyes were shamrocks and green ties, every day would be St. Patrick’s Day.

If ons and offs were sniffles and coughs, every day would be a call in sick day.

If yous and mes were two kinds of trees, every day would be Arbor Day.

If cames and wents were dollars and cents, every day would be payday.

If doubts and certains were ballots and curtains, every day would be Election Day.

If intos and throughs were pumpkins and boos, every day would be Halloween.

If stops and starts were chocolates and hearts, every day would be Valentine’s Day.u

If pleases and thanks were fakeouts and pranks, every day would be April Fool’s Day.

If thises and thats were cowlicks and mats, every day would be a bad hair day.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Product Names You Could Use for a Snooty Rich Guy's Name in That Movie Script You're Writing That Has a Snooty Rich Guy in It

Burlington Coats

Hoover Upright

Waring Blender

Converse Hightop

Kenmore Dryer

Jacquard Duvet

Gibson Goldtop

Chip Pentium

Salomon Duffle

Batavus Favoriet

Crosley Arlington

Emerson Bluetooth

Meade Glacier

Remington Shavers

Jergens Shea Butter

Olympus Stylus

Pepper Snapple

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Sequels/Prequels to Some Popular Music Songs That Never Made It Out of the Recording Studio

Sequels to Some Popular Music Songs
by R.D. Ronstad

Revolution No. 9 II: Still Annoying

Uh, More Like 94 Tears (My Bad)

Till There Wasn’t You Anymore

Exit Sandman

The Second Cut Ain’t No Picnic

He’s Put on a Few Pounds, But He’s Still My Brother

NNNBop

Don't Call Me Maybe

How Do You Like Me Now (prequel and sequel)

Clarksville

You Can Turn Me Off Now

Now We Gotta Get Out of This Place

I Love You Just the Way You Were

Killing Me Really, Really Softly with His Song, a Lot More Softly than Last Time, Even---I Mean, the Kind of Soft That You Would Spell with a Capital S if It Didn’t Have a Capital S Already Because It’s in a Song Title……Yeah…SawwwwwwwwwwfffftOooooh

Lieutenant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

The Rain Won't Light, Dammit!

Arrested at the Arrival Gate


Friday, January 9, 2009

Extraterrestrial Species I Have Met, With Brief Comments, Part 2 (D-F)*

Note 1: The material in this post is a meticulously accurate record of what I have been told by the extraterrestrials themselves, and of what I have observed (most painstakingly) of their appearance and behavior. Any errors or misrepresentations are entirely their fault.
Note 2: In constructing my report, I have relied on Wikipedia’s “List of Extraterrestrials in Fiction.” Of course, I could have constructed a list without Wikipedia’s help, based entirely on my own recollections and records. But, I have much in common with the Aziam (see Part 1).
Note 3: Undoubtedly Wikipedia included the “in fiction” in their title in order to maintain credibility with the uninitiated and ignorant masses of our planet.


Daktaklakpak…Originally came to earth because they thought Popeye the Sailor was summoning them. (Say their name twice real fast and it sounds like Popeye laughing, at least if you‘re listening in to The Popeye and Olive Show from another galaxy, which they were.)

The Dance…Also the name of their planet, to which only a select few outsiders have ever been invited.

Darrians…Spend their lives trying to control the Samanthians, to no avail.

Decapodian…Always spilling things, and small wonder.

Defiance…Rebellious youth among the Defiance frustrate their parents by taking on the trappings of the Compliance.

Delphons…The Harlem Globetrotters of interplanetary water basketball.

Deltans…Robert Johnson ran into several of them at the crossroads. They all had a nice chat.

Delvians…Always sticking their two noses in where they don’t belong.

Demiurg…Huge fans of Demi Moore, they even liked The Butcher‘s Wife.

Deng…Refuse to say Demn.

Dentics…Have jittery teeth.

Doog…Artificial creatures; produced by a Doog synthesizer.

the Doublers…Always make contact, but refuse to take more than two bases; a bane and blessing to baseball managers throughout the cosmos.

xDouwd…Pronounced Douwn, but their writing is
congested.

Drahvins…Rarely get out of their cars.

Draic Kin…They’re great kidders; everyone knows Draic Kin josh.

Drath…Incorrigible intergalactic grifters; you’ll never rid the Drath of con.

Drayan…Have invented a superior crayon.

Dread Lords…I could never figure out if they are or do.

Drengin…Drengin who come from the isolated, mountainous north country of their planet are known as Lukwatduhkat Drengin.

Dugs…Have sworn off digging.

Duos from Uranus…Two Duos from Uranus crash-landed in New York, with one-half of one Duo dying on impact. The survivors stayed on and, over time, came to be known as The Triplets of Belleville. This explains a lot.

Dyson Aliens…Not a real extraterrestrial race, but characters in a highly-realistic intergalactic video game of the same name; those Starship Troopers guys excelled at Dyson Aliens.

Edo…They’re all named Ed; they’re all (for my tastes) overly-familiar with one other.

Ego the Living Planet…A single entity with many manifestations; we’ve all run into him or her countless times.

xElder Thing…Worked for Gomez Adams’s grandfather.

Electrogoomba…An electric, gooey race; they’re all MBAs.

Energy Rider…Sentient text; read but don’t touch.

Exquivan…Accomplished deep space musicians who play a stringed instrument similar to our guitar. While they’re gifted musically, their infomercials are an embarrassment, and they dress like a black hole.

Evon…When they visit, love to ring your doorbell and say, “Evon calling.”

The Face of Boe/Face Dancers…Wikipedia lists them separately, but they have a way symbiotic relationship; played Vegas briefly.

Ferengi...Little green paisanos (Sing., Ferengo).

Flatcats…A highlyly developed race that, inexplicably, is incapable of looking both ways.

Fleeblebroxians…Used to be called Blebroxians, but over time became known by their battle cry … a sad tale.

Floaters…Great at filling in for other extraterrestrial races when needed.

Formics…They’re all for mics (but who isn’t?).

Fotiallian…Home of Andromeda’s heavyweight champ (“The Fotiallian Stallion“).

Frieza…Their body is 98% dry ice; watch out for Frieza burn.

F’sherl-Ganni…The apostrophe was unheard of in the rest of the cosmos until the first extraterrestrial visited earth. Since then, they can’t get enough of them, and will stick them just about anywhere (which will become evident if you peruse the rest of the Wikipedia list). Odd.

Furbls…Kind of like gerbils, but with more fur and no eyes.


*See also:

Part 1, A-C; Part 3, G-J; Part 4, K-N

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Extraterrestrial Species I Have Met, With Brief Comments, Part 1 (A-C)

Andorians…Always saying stuff like, “Lets see, we can invade Earth and/or Venus” and “We can kill and/or enslave all the inhabitants.” Pretty annoying. Androsynth…Always telling you to “Walk this way,” but it’s hard to do because their physiology is so different. Antedeans…Almost extinct; flourished in the era when colleges on their planet were leaderless. The Anti-Monitor…Have successfully taken over all the school hallways on their planet. Aquatoids…Main industry: underwater breath mints. Aras…Always humming arias that seem to be lacking something. Arceans…Almost weightless, at least on Earth. I found I could sail an Arcean quite easily. Asari...They look like walking textiles, which has led many other races to wear Asari, though few of them know how. Asurans…Intergalactic insurance agents. Atavus…Favorite household pet is the Atavus finch. Axons…Mr. Miyagi once told them to Axoff. Azgonians…Landed in Arizona, migrated to Oregon. Aziam...Name intended to be an anagram for “I am lazy,” but they were too lazy to include all the necessary letters. Baalols…When they talk they sound like sheep laughing out loud. Badoon…Avid fans of The Little Rascals, the way Buckwheat said balloon always cracked them up. So they adopted it as their name. Ballchinnian…I think Wikipedia may have had Ballchainian in mind. A Ballchainian must (by law!) be married no later than ninety days after achieving adult legal status. Otherwise they get hooked up with a literal ball and chain. Banik…Many of them suffer from Banik disorders. Bith…A Bith is always a Bith under the weather. Blastaar…A band of space pirates; they don’t like tar much. Boolite…Scary, but not too scary. Bothans…When I first met them I said, “Look Ma, Bothans!” They didn’t get it. Bricker…Like brick, only more so. Briori…When a Briori time travels into the future, there comes a point when he’s transformed into a Bosteriori. Brunali…Think Muhammad Ali in the role of Brunhilde. Surprisingly enough, it sort of fits. Caitians…From Caiti. (On their planet, an island in the Harribean.) Capelons…Arch enemies of the Montagims. Caponions…Summer or winter, indoors or out, never take their hats off. Cavaliers…May survive a battle, but invariably get smoked afterwards. Centrans…Operators of Warp Busses and Light-Speed Rail. Chaethe…Narcissistic; live for the Chaethe. Chamachies…Love the Jamoanies. Chaos…Siegfried (not the tiger guy, the other one) is suing them. Chatilians…A reptilian race; you regularly stumble upon them in chat rooms. Cheela…Most annoying of all space aliens; everyone and every thing wants to see the last of Cheela. Chi…Supreme game players. No one can beat Chi, no one can even tie Chi. Chiss...Interstellarly renowned for their Chiss cheese. Chmmr…If you can pronounce their name exactly as it is written, you’ll become an Internet sensation. Cho-choi…Love trains, but have a hard time saying choo-choo. Chozo...Told me that Cher and Bozo once secretly married and honeymooned on their planet, and that they are the result. Their story is plausible from the looks of them, and from what little I know of Cher and Bozo. But I’m still not buying it. Chronomyst…From a planet so hazy they can’t read their watches. Cinnrusskin…Look like Russians, smell of cinnamon. Cizerack…All 92-longs; identical giants. Clutch Turtles…Handle the bat quite well, for turtles. Cocytans…Tan and cocky; mostly employed during their stays on Earth as cabana boys. Coeurl…Desperately want to be promoted to Eurl, but time is running out. Cole…When the Cole landed in England, they asked a passing earthling to take them to his leader; for a joke (which he endlessly repeated afterward), he took them to Newcastle. Coola (Cooler)…A very unsexy race; it’s hard to be hot when you're a Coola. Cryons…Creatures that are almost all shoulder.