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Stuff you should look up: Where the sky's the limit, but the ground's the average.

If you lose half your large intestine to an injury, does that mean you only have a " ; " ?

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Video Series

1) News Dump
Yes another by the guys at This just started and may not be around for long, but I still think the dynamic of the group is fantastic in everything they do.

2) The Big Picture with Moviebob
A critical look at pop culture and specific topics, mostly movies, games and comics, from a well-balanced standpoint.

3) Escape To the Movies with Moviebob
A great movie review show. I don't always agree with him, but he makes some very valid points.

4) After Hours from

5) Retold! Series by frostyobsitnic

Suggestions for topics always welcome!

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Aaand I'm out. Go get a doner kebab or something. . . 

Having scraped through the bottom of the barrel, we are now scraping through the soggy dirt that occupies the space beneath the barrel.

I had a twelve-hour shift in work. Not the sexytime type of shift. The bad kind. The "work" work kind.
So I'm not really feeling the whole blogging thing right now.

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I also don't have a picture.

Ooh! Wait! Found one. I was doodling other people's cartoon characters this one time. 
That'll do.

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So. What does one do in this situation? I've already maxed out the idea of random link-dumping every Sunday. So that's out. I've done the whole "keep typing out loud until you've filled a few paragraphs and hope nobody notices" to death. I'm also doing it right now but shut up.
I'm just so . . . 

So tired right now that I'm afraid of making some food in case I try to use my laptop as a sandwich toaster.

I feel so sticky right now from the humid weather that the dust mites have formed a union and are demanding basic sanitary conditions.

So frustrated right now that whenever I blow my nose, that's my brain trying to escape for a better life. As an Arts student.

I felt so horrible after drinking last weekend I couldn't tell if I'd been drinking beer or broken glass and vinegar cocktails.

My room is so messy even the hobos are complaining.

I'm so hungry right now my internal organ are drawing straws to see which of them is going to be cannibalised by the others first. Sounds like my pancreas lost the first round.

I'm so irritated by my supervisor that you'de need to grind your head against a pebbledash wall for four hours while Daniel O'Donnell read you the shipping forecast to get a glimpse of how I feel when I think I have to face him again tomorrow.

My similes are so bad they're more like simeters.

Dear god that 8 hours of data entry turned my brain to mush. Get me back to college where at least noone will notice!
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Well. That's all I got. Go knock off work early or something. Like four hours early . . . 

Do Female Dogs Raise The Leg When Going To The Bathroom?

Fuckcicles. Another late post. I should really get into the habit of writing these ahead of time.
This'll be a rehash of what I can remember of a post I had just put up before Blogger went apeshit a few days ago

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On my way out from the gym a few days ago, (yes, I do get exercise as many people who know me are probably shocked at that fact) in the lobby area I found something that absolutely made my day and sent me smiling all the way home. 
I was a young kid (8 or 9) playing a game on a laptop. 
This game:
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This is Worms:Armageddon.
Worms. Freaking. Armageddon.
This was made by Team17 Studios in 1999 and has been updated as recently as last December for Windows 7 functionality. 

It just really makes me happy to think that even with consoles reminiscent of the black box from 2001:A Space Odyssey with enough graphical power to render the crumbs of cheese on a mouse's whiskers six miles away, with online gameplay so fast we can teabag a 12-year old brazilian kid's online avatar with split-second precision, and with games containing enough voilence to fill an olympic swimming pool with gore and even cause Jeffrey Dahmer to think that's a bit much,
All we really want to do is blow up cartoon worms in silly ways.

All we really need to enjoy ourselves, no matter what age, is a worm called Mr. Buggles with the voice of a squeaky Mr.T drop an airplane full of exploding sheep onto the unsuspecting head of Lord Pants-alot (with a scottish accent) before watching him explode on death to leave behind a gravestone in the shape of a dog turd.

God bless you, you wonderful, timeless game.
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That's it. Short, I know. Now go and forget to finish you sentences or s
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The One And Pwnly!

Fuck. Ok, so on wednesday and thursday I made 2 quite nice blog posts. Then Blogger decides to have its once-every-however-fuckin-long-it-feels-like-it spaz attack, and I lose both of them on Saturday. On Friday, . . . let's just say friday wasn't a good day for me. So I can't really just make posts. So I'm sorry, but instead of the usual malarkey, I'm just posting this message.

And some pictures.

 . . . aaand some music.

That is all.

Stuff you should look up: Thou Shalt Not Kill. Unless, Like, He Really, Really Deserves It.

I really don't have thyme to make any oreganol ideas for the opening sentence this week. Basilcly I have no sage advice I cayenne give you so chili out already.
If you're minterested in why, it's because chive got to go soon. I'm really hungcurry and we're going out for a meal cinnamoment.

Not that you can tell over the internet.

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As always, if you type "listento" before "youtube" in the address bar on the video's YouTube page, it'll take you straight to a download link.

1) Creep - Radiohead - Scala and Kolacny Brothers

2) The Legend Of Zelda Theme - Koji Kondo - The Boston Symphony Orchestra

3) Fireflies - Owl City - chrinFinity

4) Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring - Johann Sebastian Bach - A Small Wooden Ball

5) Aerodynamic - Daft Punk - Tom Hodge

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Tha's all nah bros. Nah go'n' git suhm sleep ohr suhmthin . . . 

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(Fullsize of image here. If you really want to. Which you probably shouldn't because it's crap)

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What to talk about, what to talk about, what to talk about . . . 

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I suppose in the intrest of making this blog a little more personal, more like this one, I guess I can just throw up a little enlightening personal opinion around and see where I end up. 
So without further ado . . . 

People Whom I Find Have The World's Most Punchable Faces!!!
(Ha! Totally gotcha with the whole "enlightening" thing there, didn't I. You were all like "Oh, it seems this might actually be worth read-andthenI'malllikePOW! In with the stupidity sucker-punch!)

Glenn Beck (Presenter of Lies and Scaremongering and More Lies, Fox News)
How can he look in his bathroom mirror every morning and not instinctively headbutt it? 
He's a sensationalist right-wing presenter in the same way as Hitler thought the Jewish religeon wasn't really his "scene". But most infuriatingly is the fake crying he does in his shows.
I will rip out your tear ducts and strangle you with them.
I already have anti-fake crying sentiments thanks to my little sister in her younger years, but a grown man? He actively makes me want to beat him with something blunt and heavy until he mans the fuck up.

Ke$ha (Abomination, Music Industry)
Kesha, -can I call you Kesha? I'm getting the most terrible sore throat pronouncing the "$" part of your name- the thing is, and nobody seems to have told you this: You. Are not. Attractive like that. I know the words "rebellious", "break the mold", "bad girl", "some definitely do find you attractive" and "What I Want" are in your defence somewhere, but I'm just saying this. You look like a homeless person. Your "look" speaks volumes about you, and almost none of it is good. I'm sure you're a great person to party with, but outside of those few hours of my week, I would not want to be anywhere. Fucking. Near you.
And I hate your music. But for unrelated reasons. Like the fact that it's boring, pretentious, auto-tuned and forgettable, yet somehow overplayed at the same time.

Lady Gaga's Wardrobe (Assembled Piece of Wood, Lady Gaga's Bedroom)
How have you not caused grevious bodily harm to your owner for stuffing you full of meat, perspex, fireworks and puppet heads? How can you live with the shame that your shenanigans are causing an otherwise talented woman to spiral into a media circus all on her own? It. . . . it just makes me angry that the entire basis for the girl's fame is based in impractical, uncomfortable, downright dangerous outfits that have become a completely seperate entity to the wearer, who is being dragged along by their fame into a life of wealth and worth, despite the fact that the outfits could easily be replaced onto another singer-person, and nothing would have been changed except the face nestled slightly above the bubble-wrap dress, and some other poor struggling musician is still playing underground concerts for free.

Anderson Cooper (Head of Self-Importance, CNN)
For no obvious reason other than I hate his square, squinty face and I DON'T KNOW WHY!!! But due to the lack of english TV in my current location, this is the only face I can go to to get the morning's news before I go to work. So It may be the news I'm angry at. Not so much this guy.
Actually, scratch that. It's the guy's face. Definitely the guy's face.

Since the power of the internet has not yet advanced to the point of force-feedback, I need to ask all winners of this prestidious honour to give themselves a pat on the back, and a swift fist to the 'ole "boat race".

In the event of a person being unable to self-administer the punch, a nearby volunteer will suffice.

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That is it. Go and go commando for the day or something . . . 

Stuff you should look up: Stop Russian everywhere, Putin!

Do clown cars have crash tests?

How many dummies do they use?

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Great Trailers
    -Video games

1) Portal 2: Panels (starring the dad from "Juno")

2) Gears Of War: Mad World

3) Team Fortress 2: Meet the Soldier

4) Bioshock

5) God Of War 3

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That's a wrap, people! Now go for a swim or something . . .