Eaglie's Aviary

Monday, June 30, 2008

Where's the Crocodile?

Again, a pretty normal night of drinking. If you're from Scandanavia.

(Ripped from the alliterative Reuters.)


Sunday, June 29, 2008

Espana 1-0 over Deutschland

I bet Oktoberfest this year in Germany won't be mentioning "Viva Espana" in any songs any time soon. Poor Team Deutschland. But they did beat Poland again this tournament. Germany: always doing great, then never able to seal the deal.

Makes sense that Andy's German.


And the Media Circus Continues...

A very shadowy, lurking, evil media circus:

(From the Flowers and Gamespot.)


Saturday, June 28, 2008

And the Heavens Shall Tremble...

We knew it was coming. We always knew. Even as Tyrael blasted the Worldstone at Arreat to pieces, hoping to end the threat to the world, we knew.

Plus, a guy from Blizzard told me a riddle. I solved it.

Diablo 3!


Friday, June 27, 2008

Diablo... Maythree?

Diablo 3 may or may not be in development and could or could not be announced tomorrow, according to what may or may not be my anonymous sources.


Thursday, June 26, 2008

In Connection with the ROFL Bombings...

I posted the website of this now-active terrorists' group a couple years back. I remember, being so clever, for figuring out that acronym. And now, the press thinks it can steal my thunder? I'll prove it to them.




After a great deal of searching, I cannot find that post. Give me a few more years.

(Link off of Dave's Blog.)


Sounds Like a Pretty Normal Night of Drinking to Me

Can't you picture a Cheers situation, with an only slightly scalier Norm?

(From Google News Feed.)


Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Das Kapital Ship Has Arrived

Games are opi... oh, hell, who would believe that shit anyway? Games are BETTER than opium.


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

New Home Haven

Two friends of the Blog are off to see the Wizard to go to Yale (same difference). Neither has ever been to Yale or New Haven, Conn, but I have! In fact, me and Andy went four years ago, January 2004, for a Model UN Conference: Andy represented Germany on disarmament, I represented Germany on KICKING ASS.

So I got to hang in New Haven for four days, three nights, and a few drunken stupors. Most of what I remember was that United Kingdom was REALLY hot. Andy was a little starstruck, too. He totally pulled a cartoon wolf-whistle and heart thumping, both in the least subtle fashion. But I figure I have some advice for the two of them as they skip on their merry way, down the Chowder-Brick Road, especially after I looked it up on Wikipedia for ten minutes.

I saw this sign! Hmm, what else?

There was a very nice breakfast/lunch place with an indistinguishable exterior (probably on College or Church Street). I had good eggs there and eventually clam chowder (how couldn't I, really?).

Louis' Lunch is important to remember. A hamburger stand A-listed by the Library of Congress? How could that be? Maybe because it invented the hamburger?

Maybe. I think that's really debated. The American government says yes, a whole lot of restaurants say no, Louis' Lunch says yes. (We all know who stole the first hamburger though... The Hamburglar, Sr.) As it is, it's a pretty plain burger with very good meat: yes, me and Andy tried it. It's white bread, meat, and maybe a garnish if you're feeling adventurous. But it's a piece of history... didn't you like history in school?

Then there's Yale. Beautiful lecture halls that are beyond huge, a massive quad to put any school west of there to shame... you guessed it: I don't remember a thing about the place. There is not, in fact, anything to do there, as far as I can recall. Except a lot of walking.

Though there was this great parking garage...


Alternate DVD Kiwi Ending

Ripped straight from the DVD of this previously posted award-winning film:

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Monday, June 23, 2008

To Georgie, 1937-2008

While usually trying to skip the very audible buzzes coming from the rest of the media (and instead listen for the more inane buzzes coming from icanhascheezburger and the dumber news sites), I have to pay tribute to a fallen warrior of my kind. No, he was not feathered, but he was pony-tailed.

I made it no secret that I thought Mr. George Carlin had gone off the deep end into ranting rather than comedy (which is funny when you read some interviews with him, where he says that sticking to the "funniness" is the most important part, but that's besides the point!). He spent more of his last decade before the lights went out attacking God than making fun of Him. However, George Carlin was, is, and forever will be a genius of delivery, a giant of cleverness, and a conductor of magical trains.

Good luck up there on the rooftop, sir!

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

And the Cubbies Sweep

Chicago is an interesting place to be if you like sports or animals nowadays. Lots of animals.

Gators in the rivers and sewage system? Two winning baseball teams? What is this, New York?


Friday, June 20, 2008

Weren't the Lakers Supposed to Be a Good Team?

In case you were wondering, totally forgetting about the NBA Finals was intentional.



It's heating up in Spore already! The inappropriateness, I mean!


And I STILL Can't Download It!

What I learned from this is that, (1) Spore might eat my life the moment my computer starts behaving and runs it, and (2) that social scientists deserve our care and respect for their dignified theories.


Thursday, June 19, 2008

Felix the Cat Was a Sad Cat at the End of the Republican Primaries

The only thing I wish is that they went into lesser known cartoon characters, such as Bosco or that whale from Fantasia 2000.


Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Shameless Typos, Eaglie

Also, I'm ready to hirt somthing. The Spore Creature Creator just cme out, and my laptop can bearly type, let alone dload!


Better Than the Potential Huck-and-Jim Joke!

It's very wet everywhere, but I'm warm and dry. Sorry to gloat.

Also, I'd like to take this moment and blame FEMA.


Saturday, June 14, 2008


Happy Father's Day weekend to everybody, especially to the fathers and the fathers with sons affected by gamma rays. All such tragedies.


Red Shows Less Weakness (and Blood) As the Spartans Would Say

The scientific method: as perfectly evidenced by (and researched for) this finding.

(Spotted on the Escapist Magazine.)


With Nasty, Big, Bionic Beak...

You know, I was holding out and hoping literally hundreds of my readers would send this in to me, but then I remember: all but one of you is a procrastinator, and even he's flaky.

However, I think I could get used to that look.

(From maeembers, you wonderful man.)


Friday, June 13, 2008

Under Our Noses, the Means to Our Extinction...

Wait, what? Did BBC misprint this, or are the media really so naive to naming conventions?

(From my Google Reader feed.)


Thursday, June 12, 2008

Mythology, Smythology...

Instead of a "unicorn," let's call it a "nardeer."

This is for the science and biology nerds among you. And for anyone with an unhealthy passion for whales (meaning you've read Moby Dick once). Also, the caption of the photo is the best part. Thanks, Discovery Channel.

(Google News Feed pointed the way.)


You Know You're a Lame Duck When...

...the radical German students don't even protest you. Bonus if the French stop sneering.

(From a Google Reader feed.)


Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Stupid Java Doomsday Clock

Whatever a Hadron is, I don't think it's gonna be an herbivore.

(Dutifully submitted by maeembers.)


Sunday, June 08, 2008

The Obama Generation?

Stew it around in your mouth, on your tongue for a while: "Obama Generation." Now take a shot, preferably 100 proof. This article calls us that.

Oooooooh, you might say, Eaglie's coming after Obama again. Maybe, maybe not. I'm not picky about who I go after, though I'd definitely not want to come after Big Brown.

Okay, in retrospect, a joke about a loser horse named "Big Brown" might not sit well talking about race, gender, and fairness. And the joke barely made sense ANYWAY, so let's call the whole thing off.

Are we ready to crown a new era after one man? Even the greatest like Lincoln, FDR, and Kennedy didn't get their own eras. Only Washington might count for that (Washingtonian), and that's seldom spoken even by the most crotchety of historians...

Shucks! I think I'm being a little overly thoughtful tonight! I should fix that. TO THE FAILBLOG ARCHIVES!


Saturday, June 07, 2008

There Is a Connection, but Only if You Spell It Slowly Like This: H-O-R-S-E

In sports action NOT having to do with the Olympics and NOT having to do with the Cubs (you ask "why would we care then?" and you might be right), the Triple Crown is still not won, as Big Brown slipped on a banana peel. He was shot soon afterwards.

In sports action NOT having to do with the Olympics, NOT having to do with the Cubs, and NOT having to do with horses, basketball is back with a real World SeriesNBA Championship Finals Series thing. But it sickens me. Where is the bitter feud? The rivalry? The East Coast-West Coast barnstorming and barn-burning? Analysts talked it up the whole playoff run, and now it's here, but it's not. It's mewing like two tiny kittens in the alley, not even CLOSE to having enough teeth to rip each others' throats out. Sports were meant to be played a certain way, a kittens-tearing-each-other-apart-for-your-amusement sort of way. For shame, Kobe and Kevin, for shame.


Wednesday, June 04, 2008

In Other Politically-Charged News Not Having Anything to Do with Chicago

Leave it to a woman to NOT become president.



Chicago just moved on in the Olympics! Party!!! Party!!! Let the open-container laws be damned, we're filling the streets with booze, fireworks, crack, and guns! Never mind we tied for third!


Tuesday, June 03, 2008

The "Fight for Funny" on the Internet Continues

The first Internet Party was very meh. This one seems to have learned a thing or two about conclusions.


Monday, June 02, 2008

What Can I Say (or Sniff)?

Send me more blogs like this, and I'll hook you all up, if you know what I mean.

(From maeembers.)


Indiana Jones Likes These Kinds of Girls, Doesn't He?

You know, I find cartoonishly massive boobs as attractive as the next male, but one of these pairs from this new game just doesn't do it for me...

(Hosted by Kotaku.)



Due to a post miscount (I totally couldn't tell it said 1499 and not 1500 last night), THIS is Post #1500. Not this one.



Haven't you heard that before though?

P.S. This is Post #1500.

P.P.S. Get it? It's "POST SCRIPT"!