Bluh! The fun never stops. I giant gull dinosaur metaltron truck wagged its tail at my car. It go boom.
Even though I never really owned an Apple product – I never would have liked Windows so much if it was not for Steve Jobs, and Apple. LIKED Windows. Let’s not get crazy here. OK?
Take care Steve Jobs, your family, friends and everyone you knew. You did good.
Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes… the ones who see things differently — they’re not fond of rules… You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they change things… they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do.
US computer engineer & industrialist (1955 – 2011)
As you can see they are everywhere. Coloring your every step.
Shortly after I posted this, I left the store. I never made it to my car. I woke up groggy in a small dark room with a bright light focused in my eyes, so I couldn’t see what was directly in front of me. What I did see a table with 2 bowls of ice cream. One colored
With so many religions and public figures predicting the end of the world (since the beginning of time), we here at the site thought it would only be appropriate to pick a day once a year where we can all just simply sit back and enjoy the end of the world together.
Starting NOW! The end of the world day will be the second Saturday in August (in 2011, that is August 13th), and will be celebrated each August until the end actually does occur. And possibly even after. Why not?
Endoftheworldday.com is all about embracing the end of the world – and why not? It happens so often, we thought “why not make it a regular holiday?!”
So we did.
So, from this year until FOREVER, End of the World Day will be the second Saturday in August.
So check out www.endoftheworldday.com for all your apocalyptic needs.
Scott Weidemeier spends his time in exactly three ways: working a menial job at a local donut shop, caring for his abusive grandmother, and running The Greatest Dungeons & Dragons Game of All Time. Though overbearing and short-tempered, Scott is a hero to his fellow players–that is, until neo-nerd hipster Miles Butler joins the game, fueling Scott’s rampant insecurity and alienating him from his own players. Can Scott overcome his contempt for the mainstreaming of nerdery, or will this clash of the subcultures come to a head?
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What happens when your internet is out? You browse your computer. I found 5 videos (and strung them together) sent to me back when that is what people did before posting them here. At least that is the story I am sticking to. One after the other, I cringed. OH! The last one is truly painful looking. Have fun!
Hypomotheticaly speaking are you obligated to report seeing a dead body? I mean obligated in the legal sense as the moral one is undoubtedly “duh-UH!”. Lets say as a fer-instance you are hopping and bopping along to “She-bop” on your car radio (because it could happen if you are me) and you’re stopped in traffic on a busy city street and out of the corner of your eye there’s a dude in a windbreaker hanging out a window, arms dangling, a large piece of furniture or something pressed against them, a dead, hollow, deep look in their eyes. Factor in you have a mobile phone in your car (yes, your car, not your pants, we didn’t have pants or cell phones that could even fit into pants back then if we had them in the first place which we DIDN’T thanks for bringing up the painful realities of my youth again, you bastard) and you may or may not have completed a drugs/gun/human traficking deal that you swear is your last one and then you’re going legit and taking the night managers position at your uncles erotic button factory.
Well, what would YOU do if YOU were the driver? (yea, thats gonna be my catch-phrase and yes, its stolen)
Someone, somewhere has the job of measuring marshmallow consistency. I spent most of my afternoon fantasizing about this person. I wonder how many times a day someone calls them Mr./Ms Stay-Puft or if they are tired of unlicensed nuclear accelerators being playfully waved in their face day after day. When this person goes postal (or is it toastal?) I want to both be there and be their first victim.
What would YOU do if YOU were the driver?