Sheepshagging
Apparently only 24 states prohibt sheepshagging. Stop and think about that for a minute. In over half the states in America, you can violate an animal and get away with it. Make up your own “Welshman’s paradise” jokes.
Apparently only 24 states prohibt sheepshagging. Stop and think about that for a minute. In over half the states in America, you can violate an animal and get away with it. Make up your own “Welshman’s paradise” jokes.
Once again, I get around to updating this as I’m about to leave work. Naturally, I’ve entirely failed to find anything interesting to blog today, because I’ve spent up to my elbows in computer bits, so today’s only link is to the site that you all should have sat as your homepage, The Hunger Site. There is no reason not to.
Y’know, I feel really guilty about not updating this thing often enough. I ought to starting blogging items from news sources in an effort to appear up to date and well informed, or something.
Anyway, some instructions for you: Coming later this year, a re-released and remix Channel Zero book. You must own this. This is not exaggeration in any way. It’s one of the most important works of recent years, and one that you need to pay attention to. Go here for more information.
While contemplating buying one of memepool’s “all style, no substance” T-shirts, I couldn’t resist browsing the punkass gear website. OK, so many of them are just tired slogans designed to piss off anyone looking at them, I may have to buy some of the others. Especially the “My God can beat up your God” shirt. Mind you, that’ll probably piss off anyone looking at it, but it’s funny dammit!
OK, it’s been a few days, which I feel kinda guilty about, especially since I signed up to gblogs the other day, and put next to fuck all content up in the few days immediately following. Still, I’ve got a decent excuse, I guess – I’ve just moved house and started a new job. The flat is ace, and really conveniently located, and I’ve moved in with two good mates, which may or may not be a recipie for disaster. I’ve not yet had time to get narked with the job, so I’m even enjoying that.