I've always been a fan of Get Smart! and the funniest running gag for me was the use of the "cone of silence". This thing called a "pentaphone isolation space" brought that immediately to mind. If you can't track one down perhaps the Nicosphere 3000 will serve.


One Reply to Christmas Post #12: Sorry About That Chief

Aaron Shurtleff | November 24, 2007
Wow! I wish I could have seen that when I was in Copenhagen! Golly.

And was it really important to tell us that the building it's in used to be a slaughterhouse? Is anyone seriously thinking to themselves, "You know, I didn't want to go, but if the building used to be a slaughterhouse, then I have to be there!"?


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Christmas Post #16: A Hillbilly Christmas

My father was born and raised in North Carolina. Throughout my childhood we would make the summer trek to my Granny and Grandpaw's house in the middle of the state. Many a summer night passed listening to roosters (they crow all friggin' night), the occasional gator grunt, and my hillbilly cousins fart and scratch while playing cards. Go »