While this project started as an in-joke between two of my co-workers, I still felt Pictures of Bacon for Karen was worth sharing, since it celebrates two of your universal favorite pastimes: bacon and wasting time at work.

Leave your zinger in the comments, you know you wanna!

Some interesting tidbits about this photo, which was IM'd to me moments ago by an equally bored-with-work buddy:

In the tradition of the 2 Girls 1 Cup Thesis, I give you an example of an A+ Chemistry Exam. The catch is that Brian Morel might be too good at Chemistry. It seems like he might find the subject boring, what with peppering his answers with these anecdotes and all:

This class makes me lose faith in humanity.

Unrelated, I saw my T.A., Jimmy, kissing a dude at a party last Friday.

The chick in front of me is wearing a white-lace Victoria's Secret thong.

Say what you will, but Brian knows the hell out of the law of definite composition.

(Via Reddit)

Yes, he seems to be a fine facsimile of the Spock we all know and love. Cinemaroll has a side-by-side comparison of the actors in the original Star Trek series and the younger actors who will play them (as younger characters) in the new movie. Do they measure up as far as looks go? Kirk, yes, Uhura, yes, McCoy, yes, Sulu, no, Chekhov, no. You may disagree.

Every once in a while, security cameras give us better entertainment than Hollywood.

(via Neatorama)

The U.S. of A. is playing the Three Lions of England today in a "friendly" at Wembley Stadium. So I was perusing some of the British newspapers online. On the admittedly trashy yet entertaining Sun, I came across this story.

A Scottish teen claims to have photographed an apparition on the staircase of an ancient castle in the Highlands. The family claims they did not know the image was there until they uploaded the pics onto their computer.

With modern photography software, who knows what it is. But it is kind of cool looking.

Being that the photo is from Scotland, I can't help but wondering if that is my Great-Grandmother. Nana? Is that you?

I'm generally awkward in all situations. I'm the pallbearer who drops the casket, the guy who hits on his girlfriend's mother, the commuter whose short-shorts leave his genitals exposed for five stops. (In my defense, I do have large genitals.) I found myself in a quandary the other day; not sure how to act.

I was on a treadmill next to an outrageously beautiful woman, and someone farted. It wasn't me. Seriously. I would have called it. But how does one respond in that situation?

Sex in the City had its US premier last night at Radio City. By all accounts it was a glamorous night featuring high fashion, a pink (not red) carpet and big ticket problem which left lots of dressed up movie goers without seats.

Course we just look at this as a chance to repost a parody we did a few months back, Rejected Sex in the City Movie posters.