Contest Update I

Here’s a random sampling of entries so far to the subtitle contest:

A Monkey-Free Zone since July July 9th, 2002
Hillary’s Favorite Web Site
Yes, we have no bananas.
Frank J: Thwarting Ninjas, Puppy Blenders, and liberals since June 4th, 1979
…inciting the masses
I can see your point, but I still think your full of sh*t
Nuke the moon (and monkeys).
Keeping Tiger-riding Ninja Monkeys at bay since July 9th, 2002

Like I said, that’s just a random sampling. The judges (me) will wait until the deadline Tuesday to pick our (my) favorites. Then it’s up to you people to vote for the next American Idol… I mean IMAO subtitle.
Remember, there will be no second place. Only one subtitle will grace the banner, and only one precious t-shirt will be given out. So keep the entries coming, e-mailing me with the subject “Subtitle”.
Unlike most Saturdays, there will be more blogging tomorrow, including a brand new filthy lie. Now I’m going to drink beer and work on my novel and other intellectual projects.

Links of the Day

Rachel Lucas, the sweetest most lovely blogger of them all, has wrote a very nice post about me and my t-shirts, and says she’ll model one for me for my future “Peace Gallery.” I would be remiss to not mention that, from the same place you can buy my shirt, you can also order the cutest mug ever made. I have one coming to me in the mail right now, and I can’t wait to show it off at work. With my Nuke the Moon t-shirt and Rachel Lucas mug, I’m sure to end up on the management fast track.
Courtney tells the story of a U.S. Army Colonel who played a sick joke on women through the internet… and then she rebuffs me in the same post 🙁 To be honest, I once tried internet dating, but it was to meet someone in the immediate area. And… well, not all stories are lovely fairy tales (or even very interesting).
Frank of On the Fritz reports on a new terror plot that has been stopped. Also, he has already ordered his Nuke the Moon t-shirt (really, he has) which I guess means Fritz must be the evil twin.
Here’s some miscellaneous commentary from John Hawkins before he leaves for the weekend.
Roger L. Simon loves Chairman Deng Xiaopeng! Hooray for dirty Commies!
Michele of a Small Victory will be sporting a Nuke the Moon t-shirt as well. Wow, the internet is full of lovely women, and I don’t just mean the porn.

Frank Answer to a Question Not Yet Asked, But Probably Soon Will Be

How long are you going to keep constantly plugging your shirt?
At least for the week, lasting from now until next Friday (but no promises). I’ll definitely stop when all shirts are sold.
Anyway, I promise this to be the best week at IMAO ever. There will be weekend postings and two of the best In My Worlds™ yet (including a big ensemble one on Monday and the return of the Rumsfeld Strangler™ on Wednesday, both of which will include Chomps).
Now try and think of some good subtitles for the contest. We need something that captures the essence of IMAO and Frank J. in one tidy phrase. I’ve now decided to lift the three entries limit, so go crazy. Just make sure to follow the instructions on e-mailing them to me. Later I’ll update with a random sample of the ones received so far.

Frank Answers: Sunlight, Nuking the Michael Moore, Japanese Spatulas, and How to Be Cool Like Frank

Richard R. from Moabi, Gabon writes:
Over on USS Clueless, SdB has a very long technically precise answer to the following question:
“I’ll keep this short. The following questions came up among a group of engineers at the bar tonight, and I thought I’d ask. Basically, I’m asking you this because you seem to know everything else… Do all points on the equator experience 12 hours of sunlight a day, 365 days/year? If so, please explain. If not, is there any point or any two points that will experience sunlight 12 hours/day, 365 days/year?”
I’m figuring you’ll have a better answer than his.

How the hell would I know?
…I mean, of course I’ll have a better answer than Stephen den Beste. As everyone knows, I’m smarter, I’m sexier, and I have better t-shirts than him.
Due to the rotation of the earth, it’s tilt, it’s path around the sun, and it’s dynamic metarysimal action (a term so scientific that I only know it), there is actually only one point on the earth that gets exactly 12 hours of sunlight every day. The location is unknown, but it is prophesized in the bible (one of the psalms; I forget which) that there lies at the spot a hidden cave guarded by evil leprechauns who kick and bite. These leprechauns are even more angry and drunken than the ones in Ireland, and hardly a man would ever be able to survive an onslaught of their tiny fists.
If somehow one would survive the leprechauns, inside lies The Holy Grail. Well, maybe not The Holy Grail, but a holy grail, nonetheless. Anyway, there will certainly be some stalagmites, which are cool to look at.
I didn’t read Stephen den Beste’s answer, but, if he didn’t mention leprechauns and stalagmites, then he obviously just pulled the answer out of his ass and I would never trust him again.
Max from Fairfield, CT writes:
Dear God, Michael Moore is fat. So if we do eventually, God willing, nuke the moon, could we launch Michael Moore into space and have the sun reflect off of him?
Yeah, right. We’re going to nuke the moon, but not nuke Michael Moore. Please put a little more thought behind your questions, people.
Jared from Littleton, Colorado writes:
I’ve noticed your Japanese subsidiary produces a line of smiley-face spatulas (http://www.imao.co.jp/gift/index.html), among other trinkets. Is the work in these factories being performed by small children, or, due to Japan’s higher labor costs and overly-stringent child labor laws, are you forced to use tamed ninjas?
Hey, that’s supposed to be a secret product line I’m working on (that’s why it’s in Japan). Anyway, there is no such thing as a tamed ninja; were a ninja ever to stop flipping out and cutting people’s heads off, he would cease to exist. Instead, the spatulas are being assembled by trained seals. One of them is named George and he likes to eat fish.
Anyway, right now I’m just focusing on the t-shirts. Smiley-faced spatulas is my next empire.
Tara from Guernica, Spain asks:
Why are you so cool? How can I learn to be more like you?
Asking why I am so cool is asking like why does the wind blow or why does the bird sing.
…well, I guess there are technical answers to those questions. Anyway, let’s move on to how to be cool like me.
First you have to be super smart. I mean like super duper smart. So you have to go to college and study hard things and buy books on science and actually read some. Then you have to have mad skilz, which means taking martial arts and practicing everyday. Owning a katana is a plus. Also, you need to own a 1911 style firearm (that’s a .45 baby; no metric ammo for Frank), and constantly practice your aim at the range.
Then there is personality. You have to have charm and wit, and, when those don’t work, you have to know how to throw a sucker punch.
Of course, there is the sense of humor, but that’s basically just a gift from God. So you need to pray to God to give you a sense of humor. Subtle threats aimed at Him might help.
Of course, the cheapest and most efficient way to be cool like Frank is to buy and wear a Nuke the Moon t-shirt.


Please keep the questions coming, <a href=”mailto:THISISSPAMTHISISSPAMace you’re from, I’ll randomly select one.

Show That You Support Peace Through Nuking! Plus, A Contest!

As I announced yesterday, Nuke the Moon t-shirts are now printed and ready to ship.

If you are a regular reader of this site and have never read the peace treatise “Nuke the Moon”, do so now. NOW!
I know you want to show your support for world peace and for this website, and there is no better way that buying one of these t-shirts. And think of the interesting conversations you’ll have when wearing this shirt.
“Nuke the moon? But why?”
“For world peace!”
“How would that lead to world peace?”
“How wouldn’t it? Now get out of my way before I punch you, hippy.”
And, to be clear, I don’t want to actually destroy the moon as some people who like the moon have mistakenly thought, I just want to have a nice light show to scare our enemies and put yet another crater in the big rock. We have the full right to do so; our flag is on the moon so we own it and can do what we want with it.
Anyway, what I want to start is a “Peace Gallery”. People can send in pictures of themselves wearing the t-shirt and displaying their peace tools (known as weapons to layman). Whether it be a rifle, shotgun, handgun, buck knife, sharpened screwdriver, ax handle, or just martial art skilz, show it off with your t-shirt and send me the picture with your name and website URL (if you have one) and be immortalized in the Peace Gallery. Or, if you’re shy, wear a ski or hockey mask and give some scary sounding pseudonym; that’s cool too. Eventually, we’ll have a big gallery showing how many people there are who are ready for the excessive violence that peace entails.
So buy t-shirts! Now!
“But I want a free t-shirt!” you probably whine.
Fine, you win. There will be a contest for a free t-shirt. I’ve grown tired of the current subtitle to my site (“…political musings of a dumb smart guy”) and want a brand new one. Thus, there will be a contest to make a new subtitle for IMAO, with the prize being your very own Nuke the Moon t-shirt. So <a href=”mailto:THISISSPAMTHISISSPAMace on the banner.*
So tell everybody about these t-shirts and make them a success. Then, in the future, there can be more IMAO merchandise such as an Enrage Me Rumsfeld doll (you tickle him, then he attacks you violently while yelling, “Rarr!”) and a Buck the Marine action figure (foreigners for killing sold separately). Eventually, maybe IMAO can be a successful business… or a whole conglomerate. And then I’ll be rich and be able to step on the little people. Crunch, crunch go the little people as I step on them. Muh ha ha ha!
Well, I’m getting ahead of myself. As soon as I get my t-shirts, I’ll be the first to post some pictures of me with my favorite tools for peace (and this time I’ll get a friend with a good camera to take the pictures).
Now start thinking of a new site subtitle, and, if you can’t think of one, just buy the shirt.
Can’t wait for shirts… Can’t wait for shirts…
* Contest is not open to IMAO employees (damn, I had a great idea) or their immediate family (that’s means you, Joe and Sarah) or any former girlfriends of said employees. Contest is void where prohibited, whatever that means. If you’re in one of those weird contest prohibiting zones, tell me about it; I’m curious.