Is Drunken Groundhog Day Movie Quotifyings

Danger Mouse: Thiss is one time where television really failssh to capture the true excitement of a large ssshquirrel predicting the weather.

Creighton: It's the same thing your whole life: "Clean up your room. Shtand up straight. Pick up your feet. Take it like a man. Be nice to your shishter. Don't mix beer and wine, ever." Oh yeah: "Don't drive on the railroad track."

Alayda: I'm a god, mon. I'm not de God... I don' t'ink. ...hic!

Goblin Hunter Boy (By Night Known as Fezziwhig): If you gotta shoot, aim high. I don't wanna hit the groundhog. ...hic!

Kinnavieve: Ned, I would love to shtay here and talk with you... but I'm not going to.
Wait, is thish the day I break his frickin' jaw? Or is that another day...?

Maurice: I was in the Virgin Islandsh once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladash. At sunset, we made love like shea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get that day over, and over, and over...

Noggle: Do you ever have déjà vu, Mrs. Lancashter?
Puffin: I don't think sho, but I could check with the kitchen.

The Warrior With No Name: There is no way that this winter is ever going to end as long as this groundhog keeps sheeing his shadow. I don't see any other way out. He's got to be shtopped. And I have to shtop him. ...hic!


Ellspeth: He... might be okay. KABOOM! Well, no. Probably not now. Hee hee hee, he ashploded!

Ratshag: This ish pitiful. A thousand people freezing their buttsh off waiting to worship a gunkerdubbin rat. What a hype. Groundhog Day used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out, and they used to eat it. Yer fluggernubbin' hypocritesh, alls of you! ...hic!


Groundhog Day. Best gumperflubbin' movie ever made about a rodent weatherman. Watch it with someone you love 547812 times tonight.

You Have GOT To Be Kidding, Blizz

So a friend done asked Phoenicia fer ta make her a Glyph of Howlin' Blast, which pretty much be essentials if'n yer a frost DK. "No prob" sez Phoe, "I's done researched everything," and whips out her spell book. Except .... it ain't in there.

Ya see, some glyphs ya learn from yer trainer. Most ya learn from researchin', one a day, fer about two months. Is tedious, but doable. And some ya learn from readin' a Book of Glyph Mastery. Which drops very very rarely off of random mobs. In Northrend. Has ya noticed what there ain't hardlies nobody killin mobs in Northrend no more?

Well, Blizz noticed, and last summer they done said in a blue post what they was gonna make these glyphs researchable too. Books'd still be there if'n ya wanted ta learn more'n one a day, but they wouldn't be needed no more. Sounds good. Except.... it never happened. Now, we gets a blue post sayin':

The Book of Glyph Mastery is actually a topic we've been discussing in our meetings. I can't make any promises just yet but can at least acknowledge that we're tossing around ideas for the book and for researching new Inscription glyphs.

Wait, what? Yer still discussin' it?  This ain't last summer no more - is Febura.... Feboo.... Frebarury..... bugger it. Is winter. And glyph books is still over 1000g a pop on the AH, and there's mebbe four of them. Is broken. Fix it already. Make the books drop in Cata zones, or let vendors sell'em, or make it researchable. Anything would be better than the silliness we gots now.

"You Could Arrange The Bodies In Geometric Patterns..."

...from here to the horizon, and it would never be enough."

And it weren't enough fer Gotham's favorite clown ta defeat the Scourge of God. Were close, but in the end Attila triumphed over teh Joker 66 ta 58. This week we's got less massacrations and more wacky hijinks, from a coupla Hollywood's greatest tricksters. New poll's up in the sidebar, as usuals.

The Traditional Done Meets The New Fangled

And ain't neithers of'em lookin' too sure about it....

Sh*t Galertruby Sez

Nobody likes a good meme more'n young Galertruby, so he's done asked me fer ta let him post this one. Here it be.

Gllah gahr allahhgrl ghallagl gah.

Agglh ahghlagla agh grrhal, gallha gra gahhllha gallraghl ahl lagglarh.

Glahg grahhglh glhhlhalha gahhr garrha, aglh glhha gharhl.

Glahg grahhglh glhhlhalha gahhr garrha, aglh glhha gharhl.

Glahg grahhglh glhhlhalha gahhr garrha, aglh glhha gharhl.

Ghrallhahl gha gahrrlagahr agh gahlagh.

- agh gahlagh.

- agh glha gahlagh.

- agh glha arggl gahlagh.

Gha!

Gllah aghhrla gahhllrah gah glaghhlh glahh, gahhl aghhr garahhghlahhrgh aghraahl glhahhl gahhlah.

Laggharlag agglha gah.

Aglh aglha gallh gahll gahrrallah.

/air guitar

Agh glahhgl glahhgl garrh gahhlahr glahhr, ga gallhahl.

Glarhga allahgl gaha arhglaglh, ghlarghl agahal gah agglaha glahgrl.

/drum solo

Grhah allahhgrl gllah ghallagl gahr.

Aghhrla glaghhlh glahh, aglhha gllah gahhllrah gah gahllragl.

Glaggha!

Humans Fergets How Short They Is...

...until one day there ain't no gnomes or dwarves in the raid fer ta make'em feel tall

"I's Shocked, SHOCKED! To Find What There Be Nerfing In DS!"

"Your five percent buff, sir."

"Oh, thank you very much."
/slip bag of buff into pocket
"Everybody QQ at once!"

Yup, Captain Renault'd be proud.