Sweet Minty Jebus, I’ve been laughing at this for like 10 minutes. Yes 10 actual minutes… This gem is brought to you by 4chan.
If Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne were both drowning, and you only had time to save one, what kind of sandwich would you make?
Huh, they posted it during my IET graduates programme presentation…Anywho, I’d make a soft cheese and salmon bagel…Yeah, I’m posh like that! **Does that weird finger snap/whipping thing the kiddies do**
My life began at a funeral. Mine actually. Calm down, I am not a Zombie or a Vampire. Definitely, not a ghost. No cravings for brains or blood whatever. I can’t walk through walls. I am…alive again. I just woke one morning, fully clothed, next to a grave, my grave. Continue reading
OK, was reading the Monday Blog Hop, to be honest I kinda hate every weekday except Wednesday, dunno…maybe ’cause I was born on a Wednesday or ’cause a volcano erupted and killed a lot of people on my birth. OK maybe it wasn’t the exact time, with the different time zones & all, but a gal can have a morbid fascination… Continue reading
Haven’t done one of these in a while…Oh can’t think of any Limp Noodles, except if you count Glee, don’t have the energy, plus, it would be unfair since I’ve totally ignored it this season.
The Rump Steak of Awesomeness for debut Canadian Telly goes to Orphan Black
To be honest, I didn’t watch a single advert, I saw the title, thought it was interesting. Did a quick search, saw the word clone and DLed it. Watched it. Awesomesauce. Hopefully, it gets released on Blu-ray, I’m so watching it again when it airs on BBC3.
Short version – clones. Long version – A British drifter, Sarah, arrives in Canada (we assume), sees a woman, Beth, who looks exactly like her just before commits suicide by train. Sarah steals her belongings – Beth was so helpful, she took off her coat, shoes and bag, arranged them neatly, before she took that extra step – and takes her place – easy money, drifter mentality. Hilarity doesn’t ensue, we find out there are 9 clones, someone’s trying to kill them. Continue reading
Underneath lies a heart of honey,
beating so sweet it yearns
To be tasted, loved, touched,
each nerve to be felt.
Emotions spill out,
as it lies dying.
It beats one last time.
For Trifextra 68
OK, this is getting kinda freaky…
I’ve never had a favourite anything, but God of War is definitely without a doubt my favourite hack and slash video game. This PlayStation exclusive has a special place in my devious heart. Apparently, I get rather passionate about it – something involving bloodlust, a diabolical grin and a manic presentation – complete with hand gestures & sound effects.
Frak, my…err…ex-boyfriend…it’s weird…once pointed out that I sound really crazy happy & even sexy, when I’m talking about this game series. Look, I don’t do sexy, I do scary, apparently once in a while sounds sexy. They were right, I might need help… Continue reading
You’ve gotta love coincidence, serendipity, chance whatever… You know those annoying page suggestions that come up? While this one kinda became reduntant/necessary/funny/whatever – it’s 3am in the morning – with Aisha Tyler’s post, that was under it…
Bikinis and donuts don’t mix…I think? Click on the pic to, obviously, make it bigger.
OK, the full Donut pic’s acting up, stuck uploading, it’s only 218KB, come, the frak, on! There we go…it took 16 minutes BTW…
John Critchton’s eyes look a bit off, damn you Rotator – now I’ve cool customer Kratos, about to kill something, I really should get a better role model…
And yes, that’s my facebook name, it’s a long story, actually it’s a rather short story…
It surprised me when she started to talk.
She always looked so timid, lurking in the shadows, observing away. That I forgot, she obviously had a voice. A voice, I found so melodic, that I wonder why she kept it hidden.
We met at the bar, by chance. We started talking, by mistake.
She slapped me across the face, like I said by mistake. Its intended recipient stepped out of the way, while I stepped in. It stung on impact, obviously, served me right for not paying attention. I literally walked into it. Hurray me. Continue reading
It pains me everytime I read about a suicide. The saddest I have ever read was about a 9 year old, who was bullied on a regular basis. He killed himself at 9. The mind buggles, he thought his only solution was to kill himself at 9. That’s 1994-1995 for me, I turned 9, when I was in primary 5, I wrote my common entrance exam roughly 5 months after on my Mum’s birthday. I got into secondary school a few months later, still 9, then I turned 10 roughly two months in my first year of seconday school. Continue reading