Well it's Friday. I'm trying to do work. Oddly enough, even though I'm trying to do work, the IT Department is completely shitting the bed, and therefore I cannot do work. So in my time, I have decided to spread the joy of a few things I've discovered in the last half hour or so of trawling the web for funny things.
First and foremost, on a level of geekdom and coolness, and continuing my absolute love of everything to do with Star Wars, I present to you the fashion discovery of the century. Nay, the entire existance of humanity. Never before has it been possible to not only wear your pride in nerd-dom so discretely, but to also be able to be doing it while sporting some nice kicks. The re-present to you, my non-existant or very small audience: THE ADIDAS STAR WARS SHOE COLLECTION!
It comes in many different varieties, show your love of the Dark Side, chill out with Han Solo in the Millenium Falcon, brighten the world with toxic orange Rebel Alliance flight suit swag. WHATEVER YOU WANT. Just know that Jar Jar killed the Universe, and Anakin Skywalker was only a badass once he got half chopped up and then killed shit for a living for a decade or so. Or in other words, when he wasn't being played by emokin Hayden Christensen.
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Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patty's Day!
Well, I'm technically a Quarter Irish. Thus, if you're female and marginally attractive, you now have a standing invitation to Kiss Me. Moving beyond that, it's a beautiful day here in the Tri Cities, to celebrate the Feast Day... who am I kidding? It's an excuse to get hammered all day long, act like complete idiots and just claim to be celebrating... In Short, perhaps my favourite day of the year.
Regardless, as much as I love the drunken debauchery, the missing memories, and the ability to claim that something didn't happen just because "you can't remember it", doesn't mean that's what this post is about.
Today, I pass on a nugget of gold, as was shown to me by The Chud. Chat Roulette is a terrifying thing, that can so easily put the most perverted of people in touch with the most innocent, or even scarier a prospect: perverts being put together. But it also allows for some comedic gold, and as such, I share with you, the best use of Chat Roulette I have seen to date.
Regardless, as much as I love the drunken debauchery, the missing memories, and the ability to claim that something didn't happen just because "you can't remember it", doesn't mean that's what this post is about.
Today, I pass on a nugget of gold, as was shown to me by The Chud. Chat Roulette is a terrifying thing, that can so easily put the most perverted of people in touch with the most innocent, or even scarier a prospect: perverts being put together. But it also allows for some comedic gold, and as such, I share with you, the best use of Chat Roulette I have seen to date.
Chatroulette Piano Improv - watch more funny videos
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Welcome to my Insanity
Ware the Ides of March
...So wrote William Shakespeare in the play Julius Caesar. What does it mean though? For most of the educated society in this world, it means simply to beware. In Julius' Caesars time, it meant to beware the 15th of March, famously the day where he was stabbed in the back by his good friend Brutus, a man he trusted fully. Strange, isn't it?
So why the hell did I pick this name for my blog, do I have a complex where I believe everyone who I trust and love is out to stab me in the back? Only on my dark paranoia induced days. Normally, I'm actually a fairly content person, who trusts his friends absolutely, and is only prone to self pity occasionally. But that's not the issue here. The issue is that I'm writing a blog. It's a completely narcissistic past-time that has become all too prevalent in our society. Any idiot with a PC can write a blog, and almost every one of them pretends its because they feel they have a 'duty' to share their views with society at large, and to educate the masses.
Bottom line people: they're doing it to make money. Every single one of them. From the left wing marxists, who preach about damning the man, to the right wing crazies who want nothing more than a way to sell your eyeballs and sheeplike tendencies into a profit. None of them bother to tell you thats what they're doing though.
So I make a promise to you, now, in my inaugural post introducing this blog. I will not lie to you. Why am I blogging? Because I like to vent using words, pretending that my opinion is more valid than yours, and because I hope to make some meagre amount of money off of this. I also hope (KEY WORD HOPE) to entertain you.
So what will this blog be about? Everything. If I find it interesting, if I find it cool, if I even find it remotely funny, and I deign to remember it the next time I post on this blog, I'll post it. Will you read it? I hope so, but if you don't... well, you don't, and fuck you for not reading it. LOL.
That's it, thats me out, this is the first of, I hope, many visits.
...So wrote William Shakespeare in the play Julius Caesar. What does it mean though? For most of the educated society in this world, it means simply to beware. In Julius' Caesars time, it meant to beware the 15th of March, famously the day where he was stabbed in the back by his good friend Brutus, a man he trusted fully. Strange, isn't it?
So why the hell did I pick this name for my blog, do I have a complex where I believe everyone who I trust and love is out to stab me in the back? Only on my dark paranoia induced days. Normally, I'm actually a fairly content person, who trusts his friends absolutely, and is only prone to self pity occasionally. But that's not the issue here. The issue is that I'm writing a blog. It's a completely narcissistic past-time that has become all too prevalent in our society. Any idiot with a PC can write a blog, and almost every one of them pretends its because they feel they have a 'duty' to share their views with society at large, and to educate the masses.
Bottom line people: they're doing it to make money. Every single one of them. From the left wing marxists, who preach about damning the man, to the right wing crazies who want nothing more than a way to sell your eyeballs and sheeplike tendencies into a profit. None of them bother to tell you thats what they're doing though.
So I make a promise to you, now, in my inaugural post introducing this blog. I will not lie to you. Why am I blogging? Because I like to vent using words, pretending that my opinion is more valid than yours, and because I hope to make some meagre amount of money off of this. I also hope (KEY WORD HOPE) to entertain you.
So what will this blog be about? Everything. If I find it interesting, if I find it cool, if I even find it remotely funny, and I deign to remember it the next time I post on this blog, I'll post it. Will you read it? I hope so, but if you don't... well, you don't, and fuck you for not reading it. LOL.
That's it, thats me out, this is the first of, I hope, many visits.
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comedy,
entertainment,
humour,
introduction,
left wing,
money,
politics,
right wing
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