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March 2012
73 posts
February 2012
43 posts

Sarcastic Internet hashtags aside it’s actually really good. I’d kind of like to give up all this modern technology and live life on an Amish farm… for about a day. But still, it’d be something, wouldn’t it?
There are a bunch of Mennonite communities in the Prairies, is that pretty much the same thing? I think it is, right?
AV Club review here: http://www.avclub.com/articles/the-amish,70009/
Today he reposted this and I can’t stop laughing:
Please Read:
ALL PARENTS PLEASE BE AWARE!! …There is a drug going around the schools …Its known as Strawberry Quick …or strawberry meth …it looks like pop rocks kids eat & also smells like strawberries & also comes in other flavours like chocolate etc … Please tell your children not to take candy from anyone even a class mate because this drug that looks like pop rocks is actually crystal meth rocked up with strawberry flavour & can kill them :’( …PLEASE REPOST!!! so all parents are aware of this …Thank You! This is happening all over the country
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and no, there isn’t a chance that he’s self-aware enough to be posting this ironically.
What are these things?
We’re on the cosmic highway to the moon
The bays are loaded and the engine’s well in tune
Dad says at this rate
We should get there half past June
The earth is rather dreary
Since we singed the sky
On the cosmic highway to the moon
On the cosmic highway to the moon
Sensing arrival to be relatively soon
Gaze out the window to the surface of the moon
And it’s okay
A thousand tiny voices softly say
Do you wanna go? Do you wanna go?
On the cosmic highway to the moon
To the moon
Me: do you like Harvey’s, the fast food restaurant?
Bro: Yeah.
Me: I knew you did.
Bro: How’s that?
Me: Because you always have to have it your way, asshole.
I looked it up online and apparently that’s Burger King’s slogan but idc he’s still an asshole.
Goats from Underground is a play on a well known Dostoyevsky novel and a lesser known farm animal.
Now I’m looking for pictures of goats.
And yes, I changed it just to avoid having a conversation in “the real world”, whatever that is.
is that something like this will never happen.
People will believe that before North America was colonized by Europeans, the Indians were at one with nature and therefore downloaded only as much porn as they needed.
I don’t even like dogs, but last night I stayed up all night looking at pictures of dogs and reading about them and trying to decide what dogs I would want if I liked dogs and got one (answer: either this or this but maybe even also this). I even thought about calling a local shelter but then I realized it was 3am and that I hate dogs they don’t do anything and I don’t like caring for things. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“He’s a black flag anarchist, man. He wants to tear the system down from the inside.”
My brother, trying to explain why his dog, Moe, keeps trying to knock over household objects.
He is a german shepherd, though. Maybe he’s a member of the Baader-Meinhof gang?
It’s 4am Mountain Time and I’m currently listening to the CBC’s overnight radio broadcast which is apparently some guy arguing with a Dutch guy about the financial collapse and I’m making food that consists of sad pasta (microwavable spaghetti-Os still in the metal can), toast and Mexican beer.
When this is done I’m going back to my room to watch the last of Downton Abbey on my laptop and hopefully I’ll remember that I just put an orange in my pocket so maybe I’ll eat that too.
Yay Monday being a holiday in Canada.
I mean, obviously I’m not jealous of the oppression and lack of personal liberties, but I am kind of jealous that Muslim women can walk around in public all day without anyone having to see their faces. Also they sometimes look like ninjas and I want that. For me.
For all its bravura, Mr. Fairfax’s seafaring almost pales beside his earlier ventures. Footloose and handsome, he was a flesh-and-blood character out of Graham Greene, with more than a dash of Hemingway and Ian Fleming shaken in.
At 9, he settled a dispute with a pistol. At 13, he lit out for the Amazon jungle.
At 20, he attempted suicide-by-jaguar.
My favourite parts:
At 13, in thrall to Tarzan, he ran away from home to live in the jungle. He survived there as a trapper with the aid of local peasants, returning to town periodically to sell the jaguar and ocelot skins he had collected.
He later studied literature and philosophy at a university in Buenos Aires and at 20, despondent over a failed love affair, resolved to kill himself by letting a jaguar attack him. When the planned confrontation ensued, however, reason prevailed — as did the gun he had with him.
In Panama, he met a pirate, applied for a job as a pirate’s apprentice and was taken on. He spent three years smuggling guns, liquor and cigarettes around the world, becoming captain of one of his boss’s boats, work that gave him superb navigational skills.
….
The long, empty days spawned a temporary madness. Desperate for female company, he talked ardently to the planet Venus.