Archive for May 24th, 2007

Rosie O’Donnell and Elisabeth Hasselback threw down yesterday on the show they host. It’s called “The View”. Apparently it’s been on the air for a few years? I don’t know. However, I can’t help but be curious. Maybe someone can answer this question: Is this show always like this? Check out the fireworks below.

This is actually pretty entertaining. Both O’Donnell and Hasselbeck are spitting some serious venom at each other. And surprisingly, both make some valid points. So who won this catfight? Hmmmmmm. Tough call. I have heard little blips through the media that O’Donnell likes to beat up on Hasselbeck, but little Elisabeth seemed to hold her own in the arguement. So I can’t really determine a winner based on their debating skills. We’ll have to call it a tie. And we all know what that means… Sudden Death!!!

In the world of The Quesada Chronicles, we’ll determine a winner based on looks. And although it’s close…. Hasselbeck wins by a colossul landslide and delivers a beating so severe to O’Donnell that Rosie now looks to Donald Trump for support. And also now she likes men. That’s a pretty bad beating. Winner -> Hasselbeck!

Now I don’t want to brag, but I’ve been dabbling with Photoshop 7.0 quite a bit lately. And I got to thinking about that Conan O’Brien bit where they get two celebrities and ask the question, “What if they mated?”, and then morph their pictures together to get some hillarious results. So I morphed these two lovely ladies together with Photoshop and I have to say I’m pretty proud of the result. What do you think?


Basically I took Rosie and put Elisabeth’s hair on her. Believe it or not, I am self trained in Photoshop.

-Dave Q.


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  • The tired and thirsty prospector threw himself down at the edge of the watering hole and started to drink. But then he looked around and saw skulls and bones everywhere. "Uh-oh," he thought, "this watering hole is reserved for skeletons."