It's The End of the World...

You know the song. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.  What an amazing thing to say, when the world is being gripped with the impending 2012 apocalypse, when the world is seemingly doing everything it can to explode itself up, with only a small amount of help from us, the average human being.

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To celebrate the impending doom of our world, I bring you two really cool videos I've found this year.  What are they of? The insane amount of earthquakes this year that are after all, completely explainable.  Nope, we're talking molten fury being spewed into the air, causing havoc on air travel the world round, and a freakish hailstorm in the American Midwest.  Check the jump to see the videos.

Geek Pride Day: Celebrate it.

My friends over at Geekologie pointed out a very important fact to me today. It's the Day of Days.  That magical day where the meek rise up, and beat their opressors with lightsaber toys. The day where we stand proud, wince at the straightening of our emaciated spinal cords, and shout "WE ARE GEEK!!"... or we do none of those things and simply use this day as another excuse to play video games and eat cheesey poofs.  Whatever works.  (Source)

In order to celebrate this today, I've selected a few of my more favourite things from the internet to share with you, after the break.

Je me souviens Montreal...

There it was. Morning. The Khan to this Drunken Poet's Jim Kirk.  Sleeping in a basement, head pounding as though a herd of rhino's was using my brain for a siesta.  Memories of the previous night of insanity start flooding back in an unending torrent of continual laughter.  I cough.  Too many cigarettes the night before.  Oh Crap, I agreed to give Spyboy's friend Rockgirl a ride to Montreal. Check the clock. Was supposed to pick her up in 20 minutes.  The rest of the crew is still comatose.  Not going to happen.  Emergency text.  She was already planning on waiting for us knowing what the Market can do on the unsuspecting. Great Girl.

English walks out of his bedroom. "Did we almost get a fight last night?".  More laughter.  Manage to get the troops out of bed, packed, and shower while they're getting going.  Wish the rest of them had.  Manhole packs for the trip: a Toothbrush and a pair of socks, no change of clothes. Dude is a legend.

Pick Rockgirl up an hour late. Not too bad, all told.  Car reeks of booze seeping from our pores.  Poor Girl.  Car trip is one of the ages, listening to crazy English music off Matt's Ipod.  Manage to make it to Montreal.  I fail at navigation, went to the wrong hotel. Somehow, we manage to not drive Rockgirl away from us entirely, agree to meet up later in the evening.

More after the jump...