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Here's to the next thirty hours of skull-numbing, deep vein thrombosis-filled misery.

Devin Townsend's "Life" is one of my favourite songs ever.

At any rate. It's 2:41AM. After an uneventful (read: quiet, relaxing, wonderful) afternoon of drinking bakery coffee, eating bakery apple crumbles, and reading Jorge Luis Borges, I went to watch a series of short Kiwi/Oz films at the Academy.

By far, the best was "Dracenstein" by this company. Fantastically hilarious, and with excellent, low-brow animation....
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Today has given me a newfound respect for the internal combustion engine powered lawnmower. If ever I needed a reason to purchase kilojoule-saving tools, today has provided it.

I have approximately 3m^2 of mowed grass to show for it, along with a massive blister on my right hand between my thumb and forefinger.

Yes, dear reader, I popped it.

Stone Age: Smith mowing his lawn with a human-powered lawnmower.

Pictures should be taken of this historic event. We've got grass up to my hips.

America: you'd better not fuck this series of votes up today.

I have armed myself (for the third - and hopefully successful - time) with a radio-controlled Focke Wulf FW190. That said, I'd rather be going somewhere.

Finland would be nice this time of year, I'm sure.

There's something to be said for a little taste of home. Right now, EVC and I are listening to down home Third Coast screw, drinking Jim Beam, and talking about nerdy shit. Later, we will be stoned, and we will be watching the Tommy Seebach "Apache" video I am currently downloading to watch on our Sony Bravia.

For all the pisstakes of the United States:...
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I am Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder!

The new* Bal-Sagoth album is just plain excellent. People who read this and want to take a chance: it's called "The Chthonic Chronicles." Yes, that's a Lovecraft reference, and there's plenty of them. Oh, and this album is heavy as fuck.

I mean, come on. You CANNOT GO WRONG with song titles like "Unfettering the Hoary Sentinels of Karnak."

* New to me, since it...
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Ah, Pres Trappistes, you are the fluid that coats my soul, wonder that you are.

Flippin' fives at the swap meet!

Not having an extra power strip means I can't curl up in bed and read my book on the Pacific War that I bought after the Boobs on Bikes ridiculousness on Wednesday.

Meh. The potential for some extra cash has been thrown my way, but do I really want to spend my evenings writing Flash and PHP? Realistically, it'd be more productive than the past...
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KESSEL RUN'D!
CHEWY LOCK IN THE AUXILLARY POWER'D!
TURBOLASER'D!

Off to Khazakstan.