1.
Anon vs Sarah Palin fanboys: proof that the Large Hard-On Collider is warping the universe for greater lols, y/y?
2. Moving shenans, part 3454 of 32598735694: because I can only take a limited amount of stuff, I'm trying hard to economize and not take things like the vast pile of t-shirts which, while full of indie and/or nerd cred, I really only wear to sleep in. So I'm doing the
pro/con thing -- with, for example, my glow-in-the-dark Periodic Table t-shirt¹:
PRO:
+ glows in the dark
+ lol chemicals
+ allows me to double-check my ability to rattle off the entire Periodic Table in order²
+ up to date through roentgenium!
CON:
- I would theoretically like to have sex again someday
- without chemists³
3. SGA 5x09:
SHOW, YOU DID NOT JUST IMPLY THAT RODNEY GREW UP IN FORT CRACK.
... Actually, this explains kind of a lot?
4. I had a whole thing here along the lines of dear fellow Canadians, how can you watch due South without cringing every five seconds, but last night the answer was revealed: GET DRUNK. (Seriously, though, this is turning out to be a fairly successful strategy for getting into shows I know I'd enjoy if only I could stop cringing my way through the first twenty minutes -- cf. Farscape: Two sober attempts at the premiere, no dice; one bottle of red wine later, NON-STOP LOL-A-THON.)
5. I am enjoying last.fm's
events feature possibly a little too much. In entirely unrelated news, magic 8-ball says: good thing your rent is hella cheap, bitch.
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¹ No, really
² No, REALLY
³ Amount of sex I have had with chemists: a lot