Googly Eye Pictures

Another shot from India’s Oven.  These fine fellows were hanging out on the wall.

I recently had lunch some friends at India’s Oven in Belleville, IL and could not resist making a scene.

“TOOKAHDOOO!!!  What are you doing here!?  You’re not supposed to be in this dimension!  How did you get here?”

“You gotta go back right now or else who knows what will happen?  DOOKDAHDOOO!!!!  Get back in that weird metal thing you came in here on and never come back!”

“Okay… I don’t know what you just did, but please undo it… NOW!!!”

“Oh, how I enjoy being a Qdoba Mango Salad with Grilled Chicken!  Life is good!”

“Wait— What was that noise?  Did you hear something?  Uh oh, something’s coming out of the woods!”

“Help!  I’m being eaten!  Oh curse my delicious flavors and crispy, tasty shell!”

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Googly Editor here.  Just a little more Qdoba inspired silliness designed to perhaps elicit some more free food from the Qdoba people.  The Mango Salad is indeed rather good, especially with the grilled chicken added.  I kinda wish they had a version with steak instead (looks to Qdoba marketing with expectant eyes).

This is a fine, fine fishbowl of beer at Rigazzi’s in St. Louis.  Home of fine brews and food alike.

Give it a try sometime.  It’s one of my favorite places in The Hill!

These two have been banished from my house for an indefinite period of time.  That’s right, I’ve been living with no internet or TV at home for a while now.  I find time to update this site and others when at work or while getting coffee.

Sure, it’s quite a bit less convenient, but so far it is working great and I suddenly have a lot more time on my hands.

BTW, you may have noticed a change to the rating system on this site.  There was a certain east coast state college that had been voting down any googlies that posed a threat to their mascot being shown as the number one googly.  So, I removed the capability to rate something down.  Now you can only favorite something.

A better system really, though it has some kinks to be worked out, so sorry if I suddenly reset the ratings a third time.

- Googly Editor

“BAD CHINESE DRAGON DOG!  VERY BAD!”

“Eating that poor man’s soul like that!  That soul wasn’t yours, was it?”

“You know what you did…”

“HEY MISTER!”

“One time my sister had the flu, and the doctor said the flu got into her foot so they had to take her foot off, but the foot wasn’t a normal foot anymore so it began talking to everyone about Star Trek all the time and it liked listening to Michael Jackson, but it didn’t like the Jackson Five which I think is weird because he’s the lead singer but he was just a little boy like I am now.  You know I always wanted to be a music singer like Michael Jackson, I mean not like when he was old and weird but when he was young.  I wish my sister’s foot liked the young Michael better because maybe then he could coach me and be my manager and we’d make a million dollars.”

“Okay, bye, mister!”

“Hey, looks like you’re havin’ a great time not havin’ a headache, pal.   You know, it’d be a real shame if somehow you happen’d to get one…”

“What am I implying?  I ain’t implyin’ nothin’.  I’m just sayin’ it be a real shame…”

“Now, if you were to say… I dunno… maybe drink some coffee outta me, I could make sure that didn’t happen.  I mean, if you don’t I can’t say whether or not you’d get a headache; it’s all uncertain like, you know?”

“Hey, look who decided to make a wise decision!  I’ll be back here everyday to help make sure you don’t get any of those headaches.  Be seeing you…”

Anthropologists are all atwitter over the latest discovery of yet another undiscovered wood-age tribe: The Floater Tribe

The Floaters live high in the tree canopies harvesting food and spending a great deal of time socializing and engaging in tribal dances.

There is a very strict hierarchical social order that they all obey.  There are important social niceties and rituals for superiors and inferiors that incur great penalties if they are no followed.

This fellow is giving the traditional full stare given to a superior.  He was obviously impressed by our cameras and equipment and believed himself to be below our stature.

This higher classed individual is wearing the regal green of a leader.  His stance seems to be ambiguous towards us.  Almost giving us the submissive full-stare and yet giving the detached, quarter turn glance that a superior gives to one lesser than his or her place in their society.

You may say that such a rigid social structure is a bad thing, but who are we to judge how other civilizations decide how to run their own lives?  Now that the rest of humanity has made contact with this lost tribe it is only a matter of time until they change to match the rest of the world.  Until then, we in the anthropology community will study and learn all we can from them before they are assimilated into modern western culture.