I angrily yelled the whole thing in my head.
Someone set this to music stat. Gifted But Twisted, I’m looking at you.
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In thirty years I’ll be myself in early 2009.
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After five years I’m amazed it still works.
This video clip was found on alt.binaries.slack some time in 2003. I’ve no idea where it’s from, but it pretty much sums up my feelings about the increasingly silly season.
Ah, Xmas… when thinking about killing everyone changes to actually drawing up detailed plans to kill everyone.
This tweet by Warren Ellis. Good evening.
So, I did another Ecclescraft. I spend more time in Cubidon exploring, getting killed, grabbing my gear back in a daring midnight rush, and finally visiting Ukaistan or whatever it’s called. Also, a short music video in which I get into the festive spit by attempting to off Santa.
Follow @TweetsofOld. Totally worth it.
Currently Tweets of Old, a Twitter account that tweets news from the turn of last century, is tweeting children’s letters to Santa. Not a demand for iPads or lengthy transcriptions of Amazon links to be seen!
Two people in Antarctica looking at an emperor penguin chick. The bird has its beak open. Some wit has captioned the image: “Excuse me… what the fuck are you doing here?”
1.) Open Google. 2.) Search your LAST name, only your last name. 3.) Take the first picture that comes up. 4.)Put this on Tumblr 5.) This is you in 30 years.
Hmm… Apparently I get a sex change, change my name to Margaret and become the first woman doctor in New Zealand.
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Nope, I don’t like summer. Here’s the reasons why.
- Excessively long days where the sun wakes me at 5am whether I want to or not
- Excessively bright sunlight that’s lousy for being able to see, but great for a bumper crop of melanomas
- Excessive heat, making me drowsy, stupid and irritable 24/7
- FUCKING CHRISTMAS
- Slack Trade Me sales, because of Christmas buyer’s exhaustion preventing me from getting paid due to lack of funds
- It’s getting in the fucking way of me enjoying autumn
- Then again, so does winter, but at least I can function in cold weather
- And spring can go mount on itself because you know that when it’s done its dash, it’ll be goddamn stinking summer again
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I spent Christmas Day writing fanfic.