Fun with poop.

Artists use genetic engineering to turn author William S. Burrough’s shit into a new lifeform.

[io9 via Gizmodo]

Double standards.

And by double, I mean deuce.

You know, I’d be okay with all the “Keep your dog off the grass” signs if behavior like the above didn’t go completely fucking ignored. Check that shit out. Literally. NOBODY IS EVEN LOOKING AT HIM.

And they call us animals. Maybe we should be following you around with baggies.

[Google Street View via DCist]

Respect.

Let me be clear. I’ve only met Jessica once. Back in ’06, Mylephnt and E brought me over to the Dude’s old place, where she was living upstairs with the his landlord. Yeah, we hung out for a few seconds. I sniffed her junk, she gave mine a bit of the “How’s your father”. But I didn’t really get to know her. She seemed kinda old and stuck up if you ask me. Not my type. I like ‘em young.

But when it comes to messing with his Dudeness only hours into his dogsitting mission…I gotta say…I dig the technique. We really should compare notes sometime.

Kudos. And kudos again.

I have a delicate system, okay???

Look. I never said I was perfect. Yeah, I’m a pretty cool dog, I suppose. I’ve tagged along with Mylephnt to a few Panic shows, some mountain climbing, a few camping trips in the pacific northwest. I’ve even been to the Ramble. No, not this lame ass website all you lilly-white yuppies frequent. I’m talking about the real Ramble. I’m talking Levon. And no, I didn’t actually make it into the show, thank you very much. I sat my hairy ass out in the minivan for three hours while everyone else was inside getting drunk on bourbon ‘n cokes and listening to some good music. But did I complain? No. I took it like a man. I even kept el Duderino company when he came out to take a break from the show. Not really sure what that was about. Something about the piano player getting douched with a cup of Evan Williams. Doesn’t matter. Anyway…