You open this column in search of ways to procrastinate. You sense danger, you try to walk to the nearest exit, but the exit sign reads enter and the enter sign doesn’t read at all. Your brain cells start to falter, you click on a link, and then another. Soon you’ve forgotten why you wanted to leave. You’ve just crossed over into . . . the Point(less) Zone.
Whatever you do, don’t click on the cow. Over a million and a half foolishly did, don’t be part of the problem:
In your face, inter-face. Oh yeah:
Before iPhone’s Siri, there was iGod. I told iGod that he was not as funny as iPhone’s Siri, and he replied, “Perhaps one day I will be as funny as Siri.” Probably not, but I appreciated the unbridled optimism:
A free resource of stealth-boat pictures, with open copyright, too. Go ahead, click on the image:
Photo: Contributed
Dancing Paul is seriously jiggy with it.
A (very) old favourite, I’m partial to it because it’s where I first heard ‘Voodoo Lady’ by Ween. Oh, and because Dancing Paul is such a dork:
Get ready to type up a storm. hahahaha:
A site that isn’t actually pointless at all. I’ve waited all my life for this:
The sands of time can be contained:
Hardest test EVER. A real struggle, but you know what? I totally passed:
Whoa, holy Twilight Zone, this is 0 oh 0. Just keep on clickin’:
Strange gets so strange that it hardly recognizes itself:
A little something for the more serious-minded, or at the very least, the Wikipedia-minded:
Something for the student of linguistic adventures. Heavy, mon:
And for the finale, I am pleased to present a profoundly moving binary conversation. If you can get through all nine-point-something minutes of this without weeping salty tears of regret for the ten minutes lost, well, you’re a far better person than I. Or maybe just weirder.
And *blip* just like that, the pointlessness ends. We now return you to your regularly scheduled pointful life, at least until next week.