
In case you’re wondering, I’ve started a new Tumblog called Sad Spaceman, and I am stealing things from it. You may get some textual funny later this week.

In case you’re wondering, I’ve started a new Tumblog called Sad Spaceman, and I am stealing things from it. You may get some textual funny later this week.


Of course, it’s recent evolution.
Sometimes it’s a bit embarrassing, living here in London, Ontario.
In the last week, we’ve got the dubious honor of being the first city to forcibly remove the tents of the Occupy protests here in town. (There’s been relatively little outcry.) And now, we’ve got a new baseball team causing problems.
Yay, right? Well, it turns out they’ve decided to call themselves the London Rippers. The president of the club has made the weak excuse that it’s about “ripping” a ball’s cover off, because they hit so hard, but all you have to do is look at their logo, and it’s pretty clear the name is a reference to Jack the Ripper. Everyone’s upset about it, and the mayor has even asked the owner to change the name. (This is the same genius that had the peaceful Occupy protesters removed from Victoria Park in a late-night raid.)
The thing is, the Rippers is not even the worst name the new baseball team came up with. Here’s a short list of the names they rejected:
I’m sure our research-monkeys have missed a few, so feel free to add others in the comments.

Thorsson had a very small but fanatically loyal client base.
They especially liked his aggressive stance vis-a-vis derivatives and lopping the heads off of their competition.
There are only nine challengers left.
Jeff Probst introduces the day’s challenge: “For today’s reward challenge, I’m going to tell you what you’re competing for first. We’ve divided you into three teams. The winning team will get a sit-down meal at Shecky Joe’s Rib Emporium — ”
[groan from two thirds of the contestants]
“And knowing that might not be enough inducement for tough competition, we’ve decided that the winning team gets to send one member of the losing team to Crucifixion Island.”
[utter silence from the contestants]
“Worth playing for?” he asks with a smirk.
[Judas whispers something to his team-mates for the challenge, Pontius and Barabas. They all cast meaningful looks towards Jesus. Jesus looks at his team-mates for the challenge, his mom and Mary, and a bead of sweat appears on his forehead, refracting the sunlight beating down on them.]