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Who came in from work and decided to have a 5 hour nap? ~smacks self in head~
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I was waiting for this. I didn't know it, but I've been waiting all my life.

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With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] dreams_of_him for giving me a new favourite website.

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My God, Microsoft. This is magnificent.

Warning: don't look directly at this.

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A modern art exhibit has wreaked havoc after blowing away from a museum in the Swiss city of Berne.

The exhibit in question, titled “Complex Sh*t”, was an inflatable dog turd the size of a house.

The exhibit, a sculpture by American artist Paul McCarthy, was blown loose from its moorings at the Paul Klee centre. An inopportune gust of wind then carried it 200 yards.

The giant inflatable stool brought down an electricity line and smashed a greenhouse window before eventually coming to rest in the grounds of a children’s home.

Representatives of the museum later revealed that McCarthy’s work of art had a safety system that would automatically deflate the inflatable turd in the event of a storm but admitted the device had failed to activate.

from here

Some laughs are just good for the soul.
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If I have to see this, you all have to see this.

(or how i learnt to stop worrying and love the timewar )

I used to really love Jo too, but now I'll never be able to look at a Dalek without wondering what other attachments it has hidden away...


(NSFW)
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In fact, I wasn't even 100% sure it was an earthquake until this morning. That's how English it was. "Oh, hello. Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, I do hope that roof-tile isn't too badly mussed. Must be off, toodle-pip!"

SCENE:
Helen is watching television. The sound is low so no one is alerted to the fact that she isn't asleep.

House twists violently.

Helen sits quietly through it all and is pretty sure that the winds can't have gotten that strong.

Helen goes to take her shower.


It was amazing.
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Have just learnt a valuable lesson in not keeping my bag of banana toffee in my dressing gown pocket.

It's not so much the fine layer of fuzz that coats the toffee, giving it the unwholesome look of a scrotum, as the sinister clumps of fuzz that pock-mark it in random places giving it an air of disease.
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I'm getting worse. Just logged into my e-mail to be greeted with the subject "Don't Miss Him".

And instead of going, 'oh ticketmaster, it must be about the band...' I stare at it and have a silent freak that the oracles are on my case again.




Mind you, nothing will ever beat the time at the cinema sweetie stand where I found much more meaning in the ice-cream girl telling me "Don't panic, change" than was necessary. Yeah, it was Hitchikers Guide and she'd broken a £5 for me but damn, did it give me a shock.
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When you have this?

The Man Pillow.




I think I will stick with Nathan Lamb. Much less traumatic.
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My Dad, being so inclined as to teach me the ways of car-fu, has been taking me up to the Ford Halewood Plant to get me used to the controls.
(Call me a freak but cars are just odd. If you're going to ride something it should be between your legs -a la motorbikes and horses and the such.)
Up at the plant there's a bit of a turn off with some waste ground used as parking space, normally empty but today occupied by a silver executive looking vehicle. And it's two occupants engaging in the normal healthy activites that couples in cars enjoy on wasteground. I notice, I pray my dad doesn't.

Of course he does. And feels the need to comment that they're up to no good to me.

A couple of laps of the area later, we pull back in there to practice starting whith the handbrake on. And the couple decide to leave. Only, as my dad remarks to me "I thought there were two in there". I nod, not wanting to tell him that there were and there are.
Cringe cringe cringe all the way home.


Had the most stressful dog walk last night also. We get out onto the Valley only to find that the rain and dark has called all the little toads out to mate, so not only did I have to keep the dog on a short lead I kept freaking out every second step that I was going to step on one of our amphibian chums. Too cute though, toads (and frogletts) rule.

And we found one with a bit of a tail still. Cute and freaky.

(Have just misspelt frogletts as flogletts. Frustrated? Moi? Never..)


Henry Rollins tomorrow night. Have already made a mental note not to accept any lifts from boys I may meet there.

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Dear Santa

all i want for christmas is a Love Lump of my very own..
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I feel as though theres a black pit under me no matter what I do, it may be covered up most of the time, but its always there threatening.
I don't want to fall, but the pit won't be filled.

Last night when you left, I was scared you were dead.
I haven't had that fear since i was a child.
I saw you reach out to hold me and as you did your arms became bones and your flesh fell away from them like river weed in a current and I couldn't bear to look at your smile.
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Oh the darkness of my soul...
Skippy, Skippy, Skippy the goth kangaroo

I love matazone, though it will never again touch its spicy brains greatness. :(
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