Looking for a holiday gift idea for tIoP? Wonder Sauna Hot Pants!

Several things to note:

-The word ‘long’ is inside the word HOT

-Both models look like they are being forced to wear those things at gunpoint (especially the guy–look at his expression)

-A commenter on Boing Boing (where this was found) mentioned that they look like “Still-suit shorts for summers on Arakkis,” which if you get means that a) you probably found it as funny as I did and b) are giant nerd.

(the Hot Pants were discovered by Monica), who graciously allowed me to post about them.)

Perhaps many of you have been shopping for Christmas presents. Thanksgiving hasn’t occurred yet, but that hasn’t stopped the decorations from being…er…decorated, and the holiday sales to begin.

Perhaps you’ve tired of the ceaseless attacks against the Idea of Progress from the International House of Blogcakes.

There is a possibility that you’ve abandoned blogs altogether in protest of the mockery of this year’s Sexiest Man Alive (no, the award went to Matt Damon. Maybe if the Idea of Progress was friends with Kevin Smith, he would have received it this year, but no, all that he had to go on was his incredible sexiness, which apparently isn’t enough these days).

Perhaps you’ve been abducted by Jehovah’s witnesses, and then violated by Scientologists.

Perhaps you’re writing your novel.

These are all possible reasons.

However, the Idea of Progress knows where you are. You’ve been preparing all week for Monday, November 26th. You’ve been preparing for The Idea of Progress Day. I know you’ve been fine-tuning that blog entry, putting the finishing touches on that sock puppet, stocking up on all of that cheap whiskey.

The Idea of Progress understands. And he approves.

Next year I’m doing my decorating in January just to get the jump on everybody.

On the left, we have what I’d like to refer to as Karate Waldo. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice comfort and style while hiding or kicking ass.

On the right we apparently have the man on the left’s ugly wife. Because he’s wearing a dress. It must be a chick.

I’d prefer the Karate Waldo ensemble, but really, I accept most presents.

From Wall Street Fighter

Was she embarassed. The same shirt, wrapped in two separate boxes. Funny.

Second event. Over at my sister’s house. She is due to give birth by C-Section tomorrow. She has photos of her baby on her fridge, really fascinating ones taken by ultrasound, but of a clarity that I’ve never seen. She proudly announces that the photos were taken in 4D.

4D, I asked? The fourth dimension is time. The photos are taken in fourth dimensional space? We can see your baby when she’s twelve, for instance?

That’s what it said on the photos, she insisted.