Fuckin' Tea

Q: Are you man enough for all this fucking tea?
A: Nope.

Put Your Ham On Him: Manpon!

I'm hopping that's what he said: "Put your ham on him." Can't really tell, but from now on, I'm referring my ass as my "ham".

"Little run comes out, hit's that manpon..." No. Please. Please don't have that little run come out and hit that manpon. Please don't let that little run exist. 

Questions: So, then does he call the female version a "womanpon"? And at what point does a folded up napkin stuffed up your ass turn from a folded up napkin stuff up your ass into a manpon? This is some Kierkegaard shit.

Cultus Sabbati: The Perfect Lovecraft Soundtrack

Ah, curl up next to your blue cold-flame fire and listen Shoggoth and Elder Gods whisper in your ear, and either read your dog eared copy of In the Mountains of Madness or peruse the Cultus Sabbati liner notes that include a detailed ritual on sacrificing a Salamander. Check it:

Brick Swarming: Holy Crap!

Robo-flies build a frikkin' brick tower! Or "Brick Swarming" for those in the know.

For some of you this means the end is nigh. We are just moments away from being enslaved by robot overlords. For others it's a sign of the approaching Singularity God (Rapture of the Nerds). For still others it's a bunch of flying robots building a tower. Either way, pretty effin' cool:

Read more at NPR here.

Book Report: Doomsday Book by Connie Willis

Doomsday Book by Connie Willis
My rating: 2.25 of 5 stars

Eh. It was fine. Well, it was boring. There was alot of English people prattling on, saying the same shit over and over and over again. (No wonder we rebelled!) And the only thing more boring than Christmas mass is reading about Christmas mass. Obviously, my tolerance of christian iconography and symbolism is running low. That being said, Willis did a great job of painting a picture of the 1600's. Wish she had concentrated more on that.

Actually, I hated this book.