Proof that Old Ladies are AWESOME

So, you thought your grandma was boring, huh? You thought that all she cared about was her collection of painted plates and glass figurines? YOU thought that she didn't know how to smack someone around?!?! It's a good thing you're her grandchild or she would beat you with a hand scanner until you ran out of the convenience store before you could steal the crack money you so desperately need! That's right, she's a baaaaaad mothe..., What?! Just talkin' bout Nanna! So let's talk about Elderly Superheroes.

The time has arrived!!!

Yes, you read it correctly! It is time. Time to raise your swords and shields, your pikes and axes! It is time to don the Infoexplosion colors! Revolution you ask! No. Not yet (ЯR has not ordered it). No, now is the time to rejoice in the INFOTRANSFORMATION!!!! Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, ravished after the metamorphosis, we are ready to devour the galaxy's information and regurgitate it for the masses here on Terra Firma. Ah, the masses. Like tiny chickadees eagerly anticipating their next vomited meal, but I digress. INFOEXPLOSION 2.0 is up, and will soon be running at full capicity! With new information pouring in on a daily basis (except on holidays, and maybe weekends, and the occasional Tuesday)! So Rejoice! Let us now talk of Ancient Coming-of-Age Ceremonies.

Pat Robertson is the Devil

No, seriously. He's the Devil. It's obvious. He's the one that most people WOULDN'T expect to BE the Devil, vis-a-vis he's the one MOST likely to be the Devil. That and only the Devil himself would drop his own name as the source of soooo many catastrophes. AND only the Devil would be such a d*ck to an already impoverished nation. Case Closed! On that note, let's talk about Pat Robertson's Preferred Pitch Fork Stabbing Techniques.

Christmas time is here!

Ahhhhhhh, Christmas. Yuletide to our European ancestors. Hanukkah to our Jewish ones. Kwanza to our African compatriots. Kicking Day to our Asian brethren. You see?! We CAN be kind! We're practically philanthropists. Oh, by the way, Steve Ferguson, yeah you, the one who used to make fun of our slip-on shoes and steal our homework in math, we heard that your wife left you for Greasy Gill (didn't he used to eat his dandruff in highschool?). Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Merry Christmas. In light of the holiday spirit lets talk about The Real Ebenezer Scrooge.

Thank you for the small-pox blankets!

Ah Thanksgiving. What better way to spend a Thursday than stuffing ourselves until we're on the verge of vomiting and passing out, mmmm, no wonder it's one of Infoexplosion's favorite holdiays! But it is also a time for self reflection. Sometime during our sixth helping of turkey we thought to ourselves, "None of this would have been possible without those helpful American Indians." Shortly after which we fell into a deep food coma. When we awoke we found that our good friend Raging Gull had eaten the last of the vegetable casserole and scalped our uncle Ted in a fire-water rage. To celebrate this great holiday let's talk about American Indian Fighting Styles.

Back on Track!

Ha! The website development is finally back up to full speed. Thanks largely in part to the large number of illegal immigrant laborers who are more than happy to work for a can of beans and $12 a week (standard pay for an Infoexplosion employee). It certainly won't be long now. In celebration of things being back up and running, we are going to throw you an easy one, Forgettable Train Robberies.

Oh sure! It's cute NOW...

We here at Infoexplosion are angry. Angry that man-eating, evil hellion, fire-breathing, acid blooded SUPER beasts can be sooo cute as babies. Who knew? The Beast that halted our site upgrade was none other than what we HAD thought was a baby chinchilla! We are not animalogists! How were we supposed to know?!?!? What bad has EVER come from bringing home a strange plant, object, or creature that mysteriously appears from unknown origins?!?!? When has Hollywood ever taught us that? We still maintain that it was NOT our fault! Come on! He was sooo friggin' cute! Now let's talk about Wolf-boy: facts and fiction.