Friday, July 24, 2009

Week 11: Pageant of the Transmundane

This week in weird now, a guide dog who went blind received a new lease on life by getting its own seeing-eye dog. So wait, the owner now has to feed two dogs instead of one. And how to you get a guide dog to effectively use another guide dog. It is all so strange and oddly wonderful, like something out of a Disney cartoon.

Anyway, this week's winning entry comes to us from
Hey Okay and the entry in question displays an image of a rather strange set of diagrams on an Outback Steakhouse whiteboard. I didn't know that was on the menu, but I am sure Fat Bastard would be pleased and be a daily partaker in meals like that.

And because this week's winning entry has to do with a Steakhouse, well, an image of Homer looking down upon a huge steak was the order of the day. Unfortunately, the places where I find images like this were unable to provide me with a good quality shot of this activity (I knew the episode I wanted and everything... Maximum Homerdrive), I had to go with a much smaller substitute. My apologies to anyone who was expecting something grand.

Congrats Curtis. Here is your badge.

The rules of this little contest: Every week I will be selecting one blog post that I have seen from the vast reaches of the blogosphere to bestow with the Homer Simpson Transmundanity Award for being one of the freakiest(in a funny way) things I've seen or read during a 7 day period. It doesn't necessarily have to have been written during the week, I just had to have encountered it. That means that if you find something interesting and repost it like a movie or whatever, if I saw it at your blog first, you get the prize. Of course, creating your own content is also a very good way to win.

Now, if you see a post that you think is worthy of this illustrious prize, just drop me a line at and we'll see if we can't get your suggestion up and award-ready while giving you some credit and a link to your own blog.


Arjan said...

nothing wrong with frying babies I say, but be sure to do it right.

MC said...

Indeed. Nothing worse than ill-cooked baby flesh. I am sure Jonathan Swift would agree.