I took this picture from my window last night; there were all kinds of trippy things going on last night, what with the alteration of gravity, time, colors and all.
In other news, I have decided to fill blank spaces when I don't have any pictures with the clipart from yahoo because I am a tiny god of websiting and have prowess so great that it even extends into the terrifying world of clipart. But as already established, I took this picture, so this is a purely abstract point to be noted for future use.
Come, let me website for you. As the most websitingest man-about-town, I can website a website with no website equipment faster than you can website with the websiting thingies. Websitedy websitely. Wibbety wabbety website.
In a slight return to sanity, I realize that you will all soon be able to watch the Return of the King, which means that I now hate you all. This god-forsaken country won't get it until mid-February, so there's really no point to going on living. Actually, I just read that there is officially going to be no scouring of the Shire, and thus basically no point to watching it, so I guess I can wait. Still, after watching the first one, I was pretty much positive they were going to cut the scouring of the shire, so I've been dealing with my disappointment for a while. Now, after the complete murder of the Two Towers, I reconciled myself to the fact that these are not in any way the books, but merely fun action movies with big budgets that coincidentally happen to use names that I am familiar with and occasionally foolishly attach greater connotations to. In fact, as action movies go they are extremely enjoyable, and in retrospect I even enjoy the second one. Still, it occasionally pains me to see the slivers of subtlety that Tolkein put into his already rather simplistic books torn out with rusty meathooks and fed to a million hate-filled chihuahuas that are then driven off a cliff into a meat grinder.
After you read this shirt, you've basically read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," only it took three seconds and didn't loose an angry demon of Boring Pretentious Crap on the quietly sleeping village of your mind.
On the Ayed Is a Pop Star front, he debuted on the radio today on Hiroshima's most popular radio station at a prime time, just before 9 at night. I must remember to stock up on panties so that I can throw them at him after he's famous.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
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