Last minute christmas present, and two other things

First:
best music review I've read in a while.


Second:
Someone go buy this.




Third:
World's worst Terry stop.

Adventures in trying to find my own blog...

...while on a public computer.

I can never remember the url to this place, so I usually just google words that I think will bring up the site.

Tonite, while taking the scenic route here, I stumbled across these gems:

• Oliver babbles
• something on technorati that looks mildly familiar.
• This blog which, last spring, offered "a kind 'thank you' to Oliver Babbles for his gentle reminder to me to do the right thing." Yes, they're talking about me.

And oh, just in case this post was too boring for you, how about some fish shoes?


Not into seafood? Perhaps rat shoes are more your style?

If we don't learn from our past, then what?

I think all of us of a certain age should browse through this list of movie posters from 1985 and, well, ...I don't know. I had a storm of emotions.

http://www.impawards.com/1985/standard.html

Case File 227: Porn, misery

I thought passiveaggressivenotes.com was pretty good


But this is pretty fucking fantastic.

17 second video of a giant dead anaconda found...

...outside some building in south america.

An open letter to my fellow bloggers

Where the fuck are you.
I'd have better luck getting this broad to blog:




Babbles? I know you're bored out of your skull hanging out with Cruella's dogs all day and trying to devise new ways of killing yourself. Do you think, maybe, you could post once or twice while you're gone? No?

Moronica Bars. I know where you are. I know what you're doing riiiiiiight now. And it's more fun than blogging, but that doesn't let you off the hook. You are in fact still on the hook. The blogging hook. And if you refuse to blog, could you at least come help me dig this pond? Babbles started it and then fell into a black hole somewhere.

Gal. I feel like you're my best hope. I'm pretty sure you're on the edge of a serious comeback. And you were at least partially responsible for starting this whole thing, so dust your keyboard off and let's see some fucking BLOGGING ACTION!

OK, everybody, on three!


One...

Two...

...

(guys?)

Beware teh Blogaissance

It's finals week again (yes, already), and you know what that means: I'm avoiding all responsibility and making blargs.

Check back this weekend for massive updates... if someone will open the gate for our four posters (or slide a laptop through).




Also,
this post is just to let our reader(s) know that at least one of the blahhgers still knows the url to this place.

In the meantime, try out a movie quiz.

So what if it's plagiarized, it's a post goddamnit

Collection of stuff I saw on the interwebz tonite...

Famed DJ and convicted child molester Jonathan King singing a catchy (get it?) tune:



Website full of pictures of famous british women with gags photoshopped over their mouths (seriously):
http://www.dansdidnts.com/brit.html


Interesting anecdote about what a man would like to save from his house in the case of a housefire:

"I lived for years out of a single
backpack and I believe there's nothing I could
lose that would kill me. Losing journals and
diaries would be a bit of a drag, but I'm a
believer in stoicism and accepting that
whatever gives you pleasure could be taken away
at any time. Pleasure must be something inside.
That said, who doesn't like shiny trinkets? Ten
years ago I bought a Rolex. Now, everyone knows
that this - along with a Porsche - is a prime
symbol of the tosser. But wait a minute. It
cost me around £2000, which was exactly the
amount in my bank account. I emptied the
account on a whim, and at the time I didn't own
a house or a car or anything more than I could
fit in a 75 litre backpack. I did it because
James Bond wore one in the early films. Still
got it, though none of my colleagues knows and
I don't advertise the fact. I'm pretty much a
failure in life - I'm 36 and have never earned
more than 20 grand. I still owe my entire
student loan from 13 years ago. But I wear a
Rolex. The contradiction amuses me greatly. One
day it'll be stolen and I won't be able to
afford a new one. C'est la vie." (frankspencer)

Site that has a few examples of hidden pictures in music. Yes, that says what I want it to.
http://www.bastwood.com/aphex.php



I'm not sure if this game is fun or not, but I want to play with it later so I'm putting it up here.
Dinorun



Awesome bedroom paintjob (but stupid because it was a rented apartment)

Spring Homework Death Camp

I'm chained to my desk until I can fill up 35-40 pages of drivel for my classes next week. But no worries, for those of you who'd like to know what it's like, now you can play along at home!

Just hit play on my youtube playlist, which is what I'm listening to, and imagine yourself in great misery. Now we're twinsies!!