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So listen up, clerics and freaks!

The motherfucking TPB of Grant Morrison's The Filth has been released today. That means you all better suck the cock that is this brilliance and get yourselves a goddamn copy now.

Hurry. Support his gluttonous lifestyle and salvage your worthless souls!

*strike*

edit: definition of ego death

Oh yeah, I've got jury summons...

Now, I know that in all reality I will b e immediately rejected by the selection committee because I have funny hair and a lip piercing. And all in all that is a good thing in that I don't have to sit around for a long time.
But on the other hand, that's really quite terrible, this mentality. I...
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Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather, what's a man to do but find out whether it's true...

Sorry I've been slower than a slug in a salt factory about upgrading my ability to communicate via text. Yar!

The last three days have been so wonderfully chaotic that it's completely ridiculous. I had to amke sure to take special vitamin-a supplerments just so that I wouldn't...
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Thanks for the birthday wishes, sirs, and ladies.

Now go congratulate Al for her awesome upgrade. Wow!

edit: I totally mean that as a list. I received wishes, sirs and ladies. Only in that order.

Yar! It's my birthday! I shall put on my pirate hat and celebrate ninja-style -- by mixing memes! bwahahaha.

I ask - why must people be hating? I implore, I sigh, and people still go on bein' playa hatas. wtf, mate?

In any case. All thoughts of non-hilarity aside, life has been rather nice. Saw Kill Bill Vol. II on Friday. I'm still not really sure what to think of it. There seemed to be something almost... unnecessary in its existence, making the compactness,...
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God, there has been some fucked up shit happening in my life lately. Bah.

But I don't really want to think about that (oh, the art of repression). Instead, ponder -- last saturday myself & a few friends went on to the roof of the physics building of my school with an 8-foot tall tree branch. We found a piece of rope long enough to...
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Yar. I'm so phenomenally awful at updating my blog. What has happened to me? Have my little paws shiveled off, leaving me with chewy stumps?

Perhaps!

But instead of elucidating further I will simply listen to Dr. Octagon and feel sick and miserable.

Luckily the trip to Seattle was a wonderful break from normalacy. There's such a luxury in eating good food, going to sleep...
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I'm sick, sick sick! I can feel my nodes in my throat expanding and makng it difficult to swallow. Lameass, man. I'm sure it was stress brought on by midterms (hahahah who wrotes 15 pages of text in 10 hours? I'm a golden god fukkas!)

Not that anyone cares about Baudelaire's ability to slowly unite binary images, or nuffing.

Anyway. Off to the bus depot...
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Before you (the passive audience! hah!) ever got a chance to read this entry I had tuh cut out all of the awesomest bits. This does count in a court of lawr, yeh?

The last several days have been quite lovely. Wednesday afternoon, inflating hundreds of balloons and tying them all about campus -- various teas -- noise and floats! What kind of fantastical wonderment...
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dropping names like bombs over bagdhad --

So I got that job I've been sweating over! I guess on one level I knew I would get it because I was the candidate with the most experience and best reasons, but there were still several factors that were less in my favor...

Anyway, this bodes well for every potatoo involved. I hope that I'll be able...
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So it's been determined by a council of rockin' elders that my tactic, when it comes to hilarity, is to take a horse (a pony, if you may). Beat it to a sexy, bloody death. And then procede to completely deconstruct it.

An example? Pursue a line of humor for a while (perhaps purusing this line as swiftly as I may pursue one's mother, f'rinstance)....
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