New year's for me means ten more months of stagnation instead of doing anything of consequence with likely worthless stress. No, I'm not looking forward to it and I don't see why I should feign otherwise. More to the point, I don't know why I bother with it. Last thing I want is to grow an appetite.
Enough of that. It's not like it's a be all end all. Here's to a good year in spite of everything.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Philippines, 1,500+ convicted drug dealers, rapists and murderers are breaking it down, yo, and a security consultant uploaded it for your viewing pleasure.
And they say crime doesn't pay. If only I'd known sooner!
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Queen's Radio Ga Ga:
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Black Eyed Peas' Bebot:
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The Pointer Sisters' Jump (For my Love):
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The Breakfast Club's Rico Mambo:
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I Will Follow Him from Sister Act:
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KC and the Sunshine Band's Do the Hustle:
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Pachelbel's
Canon in D (Rock version):
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The Algorithm March:
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I'm sure this constitutes a total breach of human rights:
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Bringing in Big Brother housemates so they can point and laugh and then go home is not cool, guys. :(
Then they make them do numbers from dance animus to make them feel worse:
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More of that silliness can be found
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Yes, I know it's been over fourteen hours. I'm tired, damn it.
Happy New Years, all.