Well, since a stalactalite would have to be lighter than a stalactite, it would probably rise rather high, especially since stalactites hang from the ceiling to begin with…
And then we have Stalagemite, which is a pile of vegetable paste that looks like it’s hanging from the ceiling, but only because it’s found Down Under.
Leave it to Engrish to provide the answer! Curry egg horseshoe crap and pineapple, of course! (And I should have spelled it complement *atuo-ding*) Now, even more better, with Vegemite!
I was going to comment on your “aliteration,” probably punning it with “illiteration,” but I too need another cup. In any case, I plan to steer well clear of your assonance.
I don’t think Vegemite would count as a condiment, although I have known people who swear by stirring a small amount into a stew. I’d describe it as a spread, like peanut butter or jam or Nutella, to be spread on the sandwich, toast, bread or person of your choice. It’s also a very satisfying snack to spread on wheat flake breakfast cereal biscuits (VitaBrits or Weetbix) provided you use plenty of butter and not too much Vegemite.
A body decided to have a democratic election for leader. The brains, heart, skeleton, and genitalia all decided to run since they thought they were in charge. The anal sphincter wanted to run, but was excluded and ridiculed by the others. It was offended and decided to go on a shutdown strike. Things backed up and the others quickly conceded and made him leader. You don’t have to be the brains to be in charge, just an @sshole.
Well, I could argue. The ANS controlls anus, but then brain pretty much controlls the ANS (autonomic nervous system). And quite probably there are some brain regions which take part in anus control. Anywas dirty buissnes, if you ask me.
It’s where the ultimate conundrum rears its ugly head. Is consciousness a mere byproduct of the brain? If so, how is it that I can tell my brain what to think? If “I” command my brain, and “I” am the product of my brain, we have an infinite recursive cycle. Those of us who believe that there is an “I” that is independent of brain–i.e., a soul or a spirit–have solved that conundrum. But of course the strict materialists tell us we’ve simply invented a solution that does not actually exist. Since in my practice of meditation I regularly step out of my brain, I know without doubt that “I” am not a mere product of my brain, and that soul and spirit are realities that can be apprehended directly.
“I” are the brain’s junk yard masters. They monitor the input senses and reject or react according to programming. The wild card is the one that pulls shiny bits out, real, imaginary, or delusional and lets everyone react and play with it. I’m bothered by the shiny bits that I see briefly in the piles before they disappear.
No, it sounds more to me like PG may be striving for a mystical experience with the use of entheogens. I’m sure there were times I saw shiny bits in the piles, but I was struck more by the intense colors and distortions of shape that resonated among alternate states. Although recently I did have an entirely natural meditation experience in which I sensed myself to be a strange kind of airplane, rather like the “astral plane” imagined by the Moody Blues in, “Timothy Leary’s Dead.” My advice to PG would be, let the bits shine and disappear, and do not be bothered. The effects of the chemical will wear off eventually…
The functions of the brain are as well documented as a 1500’s world map. Brains are similar in layout, but uniquely programmed and fully undocumented. Symmetric independent multiprocessors interconnect and any one can override the current process, including memories found by random stimulus.
I can’t do drugs. They would straighten me out.
And, I might add, every single experience, learning, or memory involves the literal rerouting of the brain’s wiring, so that even if you had an exact map of your brain today it would not be of much use in a few years. And all that complexity is true even if the human mind IS just a product of the brain, which I don’t believe it is.
How my wife’s pancreas abruptly died–she went from non-diabetic to insulin-dependent in one fell swoop a few months ago–does have her doctors utterly baffled. “Idiopathic,” the last refuge of the defeated diagnostician.
zombies who eat motor vehiclists: “Laaaaaaanes!”
zombies who eat conductors: “Traaaiiiins!”
zombies who eat aircraft pilots: “Plaaaaaaanes!”
zombies who eat people from denmark: “Daaaaaanes!”
it does indeed say brains there, but only because they are rewriting it in japanese characters so it’s easier for japanese people to read. i can’t read much of it, but it does say they are hiring.
So you have to have a company to produce gay men in Britain? And here I was, thinking you all just naturally grew a good crop. Here in the US, we can boast of a wide variety of domestic and imported.
The caption’s funny, but the pic isn’t an Engrish. Just what is wrong, or even funny, with a Mr Brain(s) calling his company after himself? Incidentally, Brains Brewery makes most of the beer sold in South Wales (UK), so you can actually walk into a bar, say “Brains”, and not get thrown out for anything other than the barman being fed up with the 275th person to make that joke at him today!
I can just imagine the staff going on strike for better conditions – getting a good solidarity chant going could be tricky.
“What do we want?” “Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains!”
“When do we want ‘em?” “Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains!”
Is it a restaurant? )) well, probably brains are their main dish there! The question is: “which brains?” )) i do not think i would go there)) worry about my health.
Maybe it’s the Zombie equivalent of “True Blood”? After all, isn’t the product (in the TV show) an artificial food for Vampires, invented by the Japanese???
So you think the people above who report having seen the sign themselves are just in on it? Or does Photoshop have the capability of altering our very perceptions of reality?
Hannibal Lecter’s favorite restaurant.
dude standing there has brains
i think its a she!
Or it could be a stalactalite
Well if that’s the case go take take care of her D:
I will. We want to make sure they don’t rise again.
Well, since a stalactalite would have to be lighter than a stalactite, it would probably rise rather high, especially since stalactites hang from the ceiling to begin with…
Stalactalite – diet stalactite. Not as much fun, but better for you.
And then we have Stalagemite, which is a pile of vegetable paste that looks like it’s hanging from the ceiling, but only because it’s found Down Under.
Convoluted condiment reference WIN!
Convoluted condiment WIN!
Surely they don’t use Vegemite as a mere condiment, do they? And if so, to compliment the flavor of what?
I was going for the assonance & aliteration more than authenticity.. Not enough caffeine to be that clever yet this a.m.
Leave it to Engrish to provide the answer! Curry egg horseshoe crap and pineapple, of course! (And I should have spelled it complement *atuo-ding*) Now, even more better, with Vegemite!
See? Toldja I was caffeine deficient. I didn’t catch the “i,” either.. (nor my misspelling of “alliteration”)
I was going to comment on your “aliteration,” probably punning it with “illiteration,” but I too need another cup. In any case, I plan to steer well clear of your assonance.
Probably a wise choice.. Although I definitely haven’t consumed any curry egg horseshoe crap a la painapple..
I don’t think Vegemite would count as a condiment, although I have known people who swear by stirring a small amount into a stew. I’d describe it as a spread, like peanut butter or jam or Nutella, to be spread on the sandwich, toast, bread or person of your choice. It’s also a very satisfying snack to spread on wheat flake breakfast cereal biscuits (VitaBrits or Weetbix) provided you use plenty of butter and not too much Vegemite.
thats stalagmite. stalactites hang ‘tite’ to the ceiling. just a heads up
Noted above 39 days ago, then rolled into the next pun, so your “heads up” is a little late. Just a heads up…
I wonder if it’s better to lease or purchase outright. In my case, I probably put far too many miles on it each year to lease.
Maybe they will have a promotion like “Cash 4 Clunkers” and you can trade it in for a new one.
Ouch! And LOL! Very sharp wit indeed! I hope you stick around, little bunny.
At least they’re doing something productive with their time.
Yeah, I work down the street at LUNGS and wonder what I’m doing with my life.
Do you happen to know the main number for Pancreas? I could really use that.
A body decided to have a democratic election for leader. The brains, heart, skeleton, and genitalia all decided to run since they thought they were in charge. The anal sphincter wanted to run, but was excluded and ridiculed by the others. It was offended and decided to go on a shutdown strike. Things backed up and the others quickly conceded and made him leader. You don’t have to be the brains to be in charge, just an @sshole.
Except that the brain controls the anus?
not always. especially not babies. and especially not after jambalaya or taco bell.
Well, I could argue. The ANS controlls anus, but then brain pretty much controlls the ANS (autonomic nervous system). And quite probably there are some brain regions which take part in anus control. Anywas dirty buissnes, if you ask me.
Ah, but who controls the brain? That’s where the REALLY dirty business starts…
Its where the system of checks and balances fail.
It’s where the ultimate conundrum rears its ugly head. Is consciousness a mere byproduct of the brain? If so, how is it that I can tell my brain what to think? If “I” command my brain, and “I” am the product of my brain, we have an infinite recursive cycle. Those of us who believe that there is an “I” that is independent of brain–i.e., a soul or a spirit–have solved that conundrum. But of course the strict materialists tell us we’ve simply invented a solution that does not actually exist. Since in my practice of meditation I regularly step out of my brain, I know without doubt that “I” am not a mere product of my brain, and that soul and spirit are realities that can be apprehended directly.
“I” are the brain’s junk yard masters. They monitor the input senses and reject or react according to programming. The wild card is the one that pulls shiny bits out, real, imaginary, or delusional and lets everyone react and play with it. I’m bothered by the shiny bits that I see briefly in the piles before they disappear.
Uh… say what?? Is that like when you taught us how to use italics?
No, it sounds more to me like PG may be striving for a mystical experience with the use of entheogens. I’m sure there were times I saw shiny bits in the piles, but I was struck more by the intense colors and distortions of shape that resonated among alternate states. Although recently I did have an entirely natural meditation experience in which I sensed myself to be a strange kind of airplane, rather like the “astral plane” imagined by the Moody Blues in, “Timothy Leary’s Dead.” My advice to PG would be, let the bits shine and disappear, and do not be bothered. The effects of the chemical will wear off eventually…
The functions of the brain are as well documented as a 1500’s world map. Brains are similar in layout, but uniquely programmed and fully undocumented. Symmetric independent multiprocessors interconnect and any one can override the current process, including memories found by random stimulus.
I can’t do drugs. They would straighten me out.
And, I might add, every single experience, learning, or memory involves the literal rerouting of the brain’s wiring, so that even if you had an exact map of your brain today it would not be of much use in a few years. And all that complexity is true even if the human mind IS just a product of the brain, which I don’t believe it is.
We are not separate from our brains. We are our brains.
just take the tube and get off at kings cross st. pancreas.
I can’t help wondering how exactly St Pancras died – martyred on a cup of tea with ten sugars in it, perhaps?
How my wife’s pancreas abruptly died–she went from non-diabetic to insulin-dependent in one fell swoop a few months ago–does have her doctors utterly baffled. “Idiopathic,” the last refuge of the defeated diagnostician.
Wow, great to hear about this location. Paris Hilton should definitely know about this place.
totally she could be a test-subject or a prototype tester!!!!also it might be a buffet for ZOMBIES … unless there at Starbucks…..
She was a donor as a child, which explains a lot.
I’m thinking of becoming a vegetarian zombie…
“Graaaaains…. GraaaAAAAAaaains…..”
*clonk* Dreadful Pun Hell fairy saw what you did there.
Or a plumber…”Draaaaaaaaains…….Draaaaaaaaaains……”
Or a folksinger….”refraaaaaaains……refraaaaaaaaains……”
OMG It’s Happening!!! The zombies are attacking!!! WHERE’S MY .45-70?
Is this the shed from Shawn of the Dead?
Chiropractor… “Do you have back paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains?”
Barber-
“Maaaaaaaanes! Maaaaaaaanes!”
Or a barber! “Maaanes! Maaaaaaaanes!!!”
Or an insurance adjuster….”Claaaaaaims! Claaaaaaaaims!”
Or a builder…”Craaaaaaaaanes…….Craaaaaaaaaanes……”
An athletic trainer: “Straaaaainnns….spraaaiiinns….”
A weatherman….Raaaaiinnnnssssss
Sarah Palin/Rod Blago: “Faaaaaaaaaaames! Faaaaaaaaaaames!”
Or a Dry-Cleaner: “Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiinnsssss”
Or a prosecutor. “Blaaaaaames, blaaaaaaaaames!”
zombies who eat motor vehiclists: “Laaaaaaanes!”
zombies who eat conductors: “Traaaiiiins!”
zombies who eat aircraft pilots: “Plaaaaaaanes!”
zombies who eat people from denmark: “Daaaaaanes!”
mmmmmm, braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiinnssss.
I thought you said traaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnns, so I took a slow one
Dyslexic Zombie: Brians! BRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNS!
Engrish? I don’t see something engrish here? Rather a company naming fail.
It can’t qualify as “fail” until we actually see what they make/do in there.
The japanese at the bottom does actually say BRAINS
it does indeed say brains there, but only because they are rewriting it in japanese characters so it’s easier for japanese people to read. i can’t read much of it, but it does say they are hiring.
So you have to have a company to produce gay men in Britain? And here I was, thinking you all just naturally grew a good crop. Here in the US, we can boast of a wide variety of domestic and imported.
I dunno I think there’s a similar sounding company name like that in Joplin, Missouri.
So it says this: from the top left of the sign: “general dispatch” second line “service contractors.”
Under the diagonal “BRAINS,” the pink oval says “fully equipped day care”. Under that it mentions recruiting dispatch staff.
On the building, all we can see is “-negiment” (can’t tell what that katakana before it is) and “assist.”
I get it! It’s a discount store. So obvious.
The caption’s funny, but the pic isn’t an Engrish. Just what is wrong, or even funny, with a Mr Brain(s) calling his company after himself? Incidentally, Brains Brewery makes most of the beer sold in South Wales (UK), so you can actually walk into a bar, say “Brains”, and not get thrown out for anything other than the barman being fed up with the 275th person to make that joke at him today!
Or they process/distribute/sell brains, as in animal offal; seems the obvious choice. However all of your examples could also ring true.
I just hope it’s lawful offal. If, not, it would be awful offal. And that would truly be awful.
i’m Lawful Evil.
You’ve gotta be better than a Lawful Good paladin. They were useless, always rushing off to atone for something.
This gives Pinky and the Brain a whole new dimension
Brainsmart, USA!
Ok, well, maybe not USA, but still.
I think its a temp agency, so in context its not that strange.
But having BRAINS BRAINS BRAINS BRAINS on the side of the building cracks me up.
Those are followed by strings of characters, which I think represent corporate subdivisions. I’d like to know what they say.
BRAINS – R&D
BRAINS – Financing
Is this what Brains did when he finally left Tracy Island and started his own business?
Yes.
That’s why “Brains” is written four times. He was dictating at the time.
I wonder if they have a “shuffle-thru” window.
There’s a night-depository slot by the door.
I got one here I’m thinking of sending in. It says “Abby Normal” on it.
YOU BROUGHT ME AN ABNORMAL BRAIN?!
I can’t wait for the tap-dancing scene myself.
Roll-Roll-Roll in Se-Hay!
I can just imagine the staff going on strike for better conditions – getting a good solidarity chant going could be tricky.
“What do we want?” “Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains!”
“When do we want ‘em?” “Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaains!”
I don’t want to nitpick Tom, but is this really your plan?
All we want is to eat your brains …
Coulton is brilliant!
It must be said, though, that as poorly-named as their company is, at least they’re not unreasonable. I mean, no one’s gonna eat your eyes.
Don’t tell that to Chlamydia trachomatis…
From my home town:
eek!
We’re neighbours!
woooooow thT’s a nice post.. I think Brains is a very nice Restaurant…
Is it a restaurant? )) well, probably brains are their main dish there! The question is: “which brains?” )) i do not think i would go there)) worry about my health.
funny caption, however very likely not an Engrish. As this isn’t a caption site, seems slightly poorly researched to me.
Posts make it to the front page based on user voting. People liked it, it got here. At least that’s how I understand it.
It’s a staffing agency, so they really are renting out brains.
I do agree the picture is funny — I took a pic of the sign the first time I saw it, too!
zombies don’t eat brains unless instructed by their zombie master.
Brains beer?
or Asians love head!
LolZombies would be awesome “BRANES”
And the Japanese on the sign says Umbrella?
Umbrella Corp is notorious for promoting the zombie way of life.
Maybe it’s the Zombie equivalent of “True Blood”? After all, isn’t the product (in the TV show) an artificial food for Vampires, invented by the Japanese???
’shopped
So you think the people above who report having seen the sign themselves are just in on it? Or does Photoshop have the capability of altering our very perceptions of reality?
No photo on the Cheeznet has a complete set of captions and comments until there is one from a Fotochop troll.
And here there has to also be one saying, “Not Engrish.”
…or a CORPSEaration….! teehee.
BRAAAAIIIINNNNNSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
Zombie Boss
*points to front entrance* Brains!
*points to pole* Brains!
*points to sign* Brains!
*points to wall* Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains!
Look how the building turned out
arrive before dusk. the undead always fill this place early.
The person outside looks like a zombie lol.
This is as funny as that ‘Steve-flavoured chicken’, the ‘If you fall in you will be boiled’, and the ‘The grass is smiling at you’ put together.
I am glad that us zombies created such an establishment.
I thought we were going to wait until after we took over the world before we went public, but this works too.
Sooooo Awesome xD
PS:Braaaaaaiiins…
i want teh brains!