(I've been trying to post this blog for two days...oh God please give me my internet back...) More links! Hopefully less spelling mess-ups this time around. But probably not.

First off, let's see what our old friend Archie's up to. Hatin' the blacks? Damn. He'd do Hitler proud. Proud enough to...get down? Then again, I'm not sure Hitler was too keen on this other stuff.

Someone's got to tell me the name of that song though. Just one of those things you should have handy for whatever situation.

Also, The Psycho One is back. Unfortunately, I couldn't even see my own link because the one computer I have with Quicktime is currently MIA. So someone's gotta watch this and tell me exactly how awesome it is. I will accept nothing less than "really fucking awesome."

Here's a COPS/D&D clip featuring The WAMBAG approved Patton Oswalt. Unfortunately no Gary Blevins +1 to be found (man, even I didn't get this reference).

And then here's a sort of continuation of Sheep's earlier post with the cranes.

And lastly, check out this webcomic I found. Has these two guys in it - they might be brothers or something, I don't really know - but it's pretty funny and you should give it a try. Just remember you heard it here first!

11/30/2004 10:59:00 PM | Comments (0)

Do Geese See God?

If any of you feel like slacking off and realizing that life is pointless and not worth living in one fell swoop, then watch this Amazon.com short. Sucked the will to live right out of me, and I feel great.

P.S. After watching it once, click the flower girl, then click again sometime later.
P.P.S. Amazon.com has other shorts out, but none are as good as this one.

11/30/2004 01:12:00 AM | Comments (0)

Some links. Not that great, but I've always believed in quantity over quality.

- The Secret Life of a Squirrel. Has a Tucker Max vibe to it...'cept it's a squirrel. I just like the end bits. Short read, and this could very well be like five years old - I have no idea.

- Moding an Acura into a Ferrari. Those crazy Asians.

- Neat item from Target. No picture available.

- A bizarre ransom note for Spongebob. Gotta respect that.

- Old SNL commercial. It's Homocil, in case you've seen it already and don't feel like downloading. Sure, Will Ferrell's in it, but it's Tracy Morgan who carries this one. Though Parnell's sobbing is also excellent. I'd throw in an Arrested Development reference about Teamocil, but no one would get it. Bastards.

11/27/2004 01:31:00 PM | Comments (0)

Cavities

All Apologies - Nirvana

* I had to go to the dentist today to have some cavities filled. Three, to be exact. I was disappointed when I found out, because I thought I was doing a pretty good job with my teeth. I don't mind having to endure a procedure like this though, because all they're asking me to do is remain limp and numb. Two states that I am more than familiar with. I guess some people have a problem with the whole "pain" thing. But the pain you feel at the dentist is the best possible kind: Temporary.

* I went out with Alexia on Wednesday to pay her back for acting as my crutch when I was drunk a couple of weeks ago. I wouldn't say that we "went out", went out. We went to Eaton's centre so I could buy my cousin a belated birthday present and do some light shopping. I was hoping we'd hit it off. Nothing. Don't get me wrong, she's a cool person but I definitely didn't feel any spark. Not that she's interested in me anyway. Regardless, I am getting to that point where I'm grabbing and clawing for anything I can reach. I think the whole thing is made even more depressing by this incident...

* Went to lunch with Tanya, David, Julius, Tanya's brother and Tanya's brother's wife. This had awkward written all over it. Plus, I was tricked. I hadn't seen J-Squared in a while and Jainy called me on Wednesday to have lunch so I thought it was just going to be her, Julius and I. But then Julius got dragged into lunch with Tanya and he tricked me into coming and...well, I was fucked. It wasn't that bad. Her relatives were nice and I somehow managed to avoid making a complete ass out of myself. The only problem? G-dammit, I still have feelings for Tanya. I don't think of her at all, but whenever I'm around her I cannot think of anthing else. What is my FUCKING problem? I think this is a topic for another post.

* I'd like to make an important distinction right now. I realized that I'm not someone who is truly depressed. I think a truly depressed person is someone who can barely get out of bed and who can't muster up the strength to even feign being content (as I had to do on Friday). I'm not depressed. I'm unhappy. There's a difference. I'm capable of experiencing brief, wonderful moments of joy and more importantly, I'm able to string those moments together over a period of a week or two weeks or even a month sometimes to keep myself going. It's only when I can't seem to keep it together that I make posts like this one.

* I honestly don't want to hear anyone talking about Vince Carter's off-court behaviour in a negative way anymore. At least not around me. You know why? Because none of you know what the fuck you're talking about and I do. That's why. I laughed when everyone got riled up about his "I don't want to dunk anymore" comments. Forget the fact that he was playing like crap on the court, let's criticize him for a pithy, throw-away comment that he made when he clearly didn't want to talk to the media. If you want to criticize his play, criticize his play, but leave the man alone when it comes to how he handles interviews because frankly, the man does not know how to deal with the press. Oh yeah, and fuck Dave Feschuk.

* My grades seem to be improving. Whoopee! Just trying to end on a high note.


I mean how could he do that? Who does he think he is? That--That--
Motherfucker?
Featherstone--!
It's still just a word, Hoover. It always will be. You get stressed and you say asshole or cocksucker or motherfucker, and they're all just words. The world doesn't end when you've uttered them aloud. But you feel a tiny, tiny bit better, if only because you know that saying those words is the one freedom you'll always have.

11/27/2004 12:05:00 PM | Comments (0)

It's been a frustrating fews days for me. Because just as soon as I got my internet up and running again, my computer died on me. And then last night my internet died too. Seeing as how I need both and at the same time to do things...it's been a bit tricky. So I'm sitting here in New College (which is anything but new), back after handing in an assignment at 10:00. Even though my first class is at 4:00. Oh yes, the magic of commuting. You know what's even sweeter than that though? I just checked my email, and apparently my TA emailed me a correction to the lab that I just handed in. To an email account that I wasn't able to check last night. Ho ho! How hilarious life is.

But it's the final crunch before December exams, so I guess little bumps in the road are to be expected. It's been pretty frantic, and although I managed to avoid an all-nighter so far this year, I was up until 4:30 AM the other night (Monday?)...which is practically an all-nighter.

You've all heard the stories and theories we have regarding having less than four hours of sleep. You live on an edge. Your mind works faster, your wit gets sharper, jokes come to you more easily. Even your senses are enhanced - colours are more vibrant, you can feel the vibrations of the approaching subway from a mile away, you can smell the fear and digust on women as they try to avoid looking at you.

For a little while at least. Then afternoon hits and you crash, hard. Usually it's like the wheels just suddenly fly off when you're going 140, but this time for me, it was like the car was coming off pieces at a time. I never actually lost it, but I knew things just weren't there. I felt fine - great, even - throughout the entire day. But my brain just wasn't warmed up from a nice night's worth of sleep, and I could tell.

How convenient it is then, that I started with a four hour chemistry lab. I was struggling to find simple words, like "spoon" or "beaker." And so when I had to find compounds like salicylic acid out of a dozen containers of other wacky similiarly named things, it took awhile. I can't count the amount of times I just froze during the lab and just lost it Memento-style. I couldn't remember what was in the test tube in my left hand and what was in my right...I didn't remember if I was going to dump them or to use them...I didn't remember for which of my two simultaneous experiments it was for...I'm just amazed I didn't kill myself. Turns out that to a person that has practically no sense of smell (for example...me) acetic anhydride and water are practically the same. Except that one's highly combustile and corrosive, and one's...well...water. Again - amazed I made it through that.

I wish I could remember what I did afterwards. All I have are vague memories of ninjas. (Naruto with Jess, remembering Chris Farley with Big AL, and killing fifty zombie Hand ninjas alongside Wolverine? Or was that dream I had where I was Jubilee?) But some notable bits stick out in my mind.

- I was in a rush to get on the subway and go home, so I was fast-walking through the station and approaching the gate things at a relatively high speed. Usually - because I've done it so many times over the past three years - dropping the token in and walking though is one smooth motion. No break in my pace, it's like second nature. But things weren't all there for me upstairs today, and I somehow forgot to put in a token. So I hit the rail at full walking speed, fully expecting it to turn, instead of completely knocking the wind out of me. ...I guess I'm a pretty fast walker. The best part was that there were like a dozen people all around that managed to see me low bridge myself on a subway gate, and double up in pain while wheezing my breath back. Glory is mine!

- When I got home, I spent two minutes outside in the cold, in front of my front door wondering why my key didn't fit. I realized after awhile that I was using my car keys. But this time, there were no witnesses. Whew.

- Got home, poured myself a glass of milk (successful) and decided to have a nice muffin or two before I got my much needed sleep. So I put them in the microwave...and I proceeded to dial my home phone number on the microwave keypad. I managed to realize what I was doing when all ten numbers didn't fit. I remember thinking to myself at that point "Stupid Yak, you're already home. Why would you call yourself?"

- I found out in the morning that proceeding the microwave-phone blunder - after insanely laughing to myself and drunkenly wandering off to bed - that I had forgotten about the muffins and had left them inside the microwave. So I had them for breakfast.

So let this be a lesson. Sleep = good and muffins = tasty. Good stuff.

11/25/2004 11:14:00 AM | Comments (0)

Sometimes, I get so depressed thinking about war, and famine, and quite frankly all the horrible things in this world. And then I happen upon some cranny of the internet that is a bastion of light, and all is right in my world again.

This is one such beacon of hope.

11/22/2004 02:38:00 PM | Comments (0)

The Big One I

(soundtrack)
The Messenger - The Tea Party

I've been 20 years old for over two weeks now and, well, it's been a ride. I think I'm finally ready to talk about the events that occured during that time. I'll try to keep this brief (yeah, right).

- Thursday, November 4th
So it was my birthday. As usual I didn't have anything planned, except for the usual ritual of going to lunch with Julius and Jainy aka J-Squared. However, instead of us going out to lunch, they surprised me with a plate of cupcakes that spelled out something to the effect of "HAPPY B DAY 20 ALEX". My recollection of the event is both vague and delicious. But yes, I felt a faint quiver in that cold sack that was once my heart. In all seriousness, I just could not believe that these people would go to any kind of effort to celebrate my birthday and I couldn't possibly express how much I appreciated it. So this is the light side of my birthday.

- Friday, November 5th
Oh, boy.

Max, William and Jess were there, so I guess I'm just retelling this story for the sake of Brian, Gary, Nitasha and any other people/perverts that may visit our site from time to time.

The plan for the day was to go to lunch with my U-mates and then meet up with Max, Will and Jess later. We were going to watch The Incredibles and then maybe catch a Raptors game. Let me just tell you that this plan DID NOT come to fruition.

Oh, I met up with my U-mates alright. But there were more of them than I expected. It wasn't just my friends, but their friends and friends of friends and so forth. It was a bit odd, but it was nice to see that kind of turnout for what was essentially my birthday lunch. After the ritual "where should we eat oh shit I can't decide where do you want to eat I hate that place let's eat here no aaaaaaahhhh" discussion, I put my foot down and said, "We're going to Einstein's and getting some chicken wings." If you're curious, Einstein's is a small bar right next to campus that serves some amazing wings. I probably should have payed more attention to the bar part on this occasion.

As soon as we got there, Tanya says "You're taking shots today!" How could I resist? Now let's all remember that I don't know jack about drinking, so when they suggested that I take five shots of tequila...well, I assumed they thought I could handle it. Three crucial mistakes made here:

1) I forgot that I was Alex Lee and I've only consumed alcohol about two or three other times in my life.
2) I hadn't really eaten anything, which apparently is something you should do before heavy drinking.
3) I downed all five shots in about twenty minutes.

Now, and I know everyone says this when they're telling drinking stories, I felt fine. I did. They were asking me to walk in a straight line, walk around the table, all that stupid stuff. I was alright. Once we hit the streets, Alexia took my arm just in case I suddenly decided to collapse and smash my skull against the pavement. I didn't need it I tells ya! I was fine! So our group split up into J-Squared, Alexia and myself, and the other people went off somewhere. Let me pause here a second.

Let me repeat how nice it was to see these people coming out. There was Chris, Julie and Jimmy, three people who I'm not sure I fit in with but they decided to come out. Ping, a cute girl who I don't even know. Lesley Ann, who I see sporadically but I never mind talking to. My boy, David. And of course, Tanya, who later gave me the best birthday present ever: A box of Corn Pops from Texas. American Corn Pops and Canadian Corn Pops ain't the same thing and now I've got proof!!!

Back to the story: After I realized that I was not going to be able to make it to my Medieval Literature tutorial that afternoon (which I stayed up doing the reading for) we ended up at Innis Residence and suddenly, oh so suddenly, I came CRASHING DOWN HARD!!! It started with me needing to lie down. Not so bad, right? Let's just say that I never should have got up. I must have been lying down for about half an hour (felt like it anyway), but eventually it was time to meet up with M, W and J. I got up and felt really sick. I stumbled out and vomited for the first time in years. Luckily for the porters of Innis I managed to get all the way out of the building. After that I felt fine...for about ten minutes. We went back into Innis and after what must have seemed like an eternity of awkward interaction between my U-mates and my real friends, I was left in the custody of M, W and J.

I was like Will Ferrell in that Christmas skit where he's singing It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year and standing on a rotating platform. He gradually gets more nauseous and the song goes on and he's like, "I'll get it back, I'll get it ba...BLLAAWWWGGGGHHH!!!" That was me. I kept thinking, I'm fine, I'm fine. Before you know it, I was making sick retching noises in the Innis lobby and hovering over a plastic bag. William, or someone, had the good sense to ask for the bathroom key (they said I had "stomach flu". Thanks guys) and they threw me in there and told me not to come out until I felt better or I was dead. I think the latter almost happened.

Fast forward about forty five minutes. I'm awakened by a phone call from David asking if I was okay. I realize I fell asleep on the toilet. Not good times.

Well, I didn't feel like vomiting anymore, so that was a plus. Unfortunately, my head was killing me. I was experiencing a hangover at five in the afternoon. I lurched out of the washroom and met up with the guys again, who wisely suggested that we call an audible on tonight's plans and concentrate on making sure I don't die. I liked that. They all but carried me to New College, where I proceeded to lie down in a semi-conscious daze for about an hour and then we went to go get some Vietnamese food, which I hated. The end.

I have a lot of mixed feelings about that day. I mean, I'm glad that I got hammered to impress my friends because as we all know, that is the best and only reason for drinking. On the other hand, I'm sad that I wasn't a more entertaining drunk. I looked more like one of those guys who got divorced, lost the kids in custody and had his testicles torn off in a freak bicycling accident. I won't lie. I wanted to impress Tanya. There's this part of me that still finds her undeniably attractive. I guess there's no other way to explain it. Instead, I became even more boring, if you can believe that. So bummer there.

I'm also embarassed about how poorly I handled the alcohol. I was a wreck. On the other hand, I'd by lying if I said I wasn't thrilled at the kindness shown to me by all parties involved. It's trite, but when you're down and you see who's really there for you, well, that's special. I won't forget it, guys.

Damn, I didn't realize that was such a long story. And I think that this is without all the gory details. It's pretty bare bones.

There's so much more I wanted to talk about over the last couple of weeks. My reconciliation with Natasha. How hopeless things have gotten with this girl at work. The fact that Michelle wasn't there. How kickass The Incredibles is. Shirley and Jason proving that the most beautiful things can happen to the most beautiful people. The impending trading of Vince Carter. So many things.

But that'll have to wait. Until then, I love you all. Take it away boys:

All I think is there's maybe a spark of hope. But I'm gonna need help if I'm gonna make anything of it.
...Fuck you. Fuck you, no, no fuckin' way, I can't believe you got the balls to say that to me! I oughta rip your fuckin' head off just for--for--
What the fuck is this, are yeh made've fuckin' stone or somethin'? Look at me! Look at me! I'm yer friend an' I'm askin' yeh for help!! Oh Jesus. I need yer help or I'm damned, Jesse. I need to be forgiven. I need to be dragged out've this awful fuckin' nightmare I live in. You always used to go on about this country givin' people a second chance--well, where's mine? Do I get a second chance, Jesse? Can yeh reach out a hand to a friend?
You had a thousand chances. You're the one who made your life into a nightmare. Fuck yourself.
Jesse fuckin' Custer...! It's not so easy to stand by yer friends when they're stuck on the road to Hell, is it?
God dammit, Cassidy. All you ever had to do was act like a man.

11/19/2004 11:46:00 PM | Comments (0)

An interesting piece about the movie Fight Club and the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes. I have one caveat though: there are spoilers to Fight Club (and I supposed Calvin and Hobbes too). So if you don't want to find out that Bruce Willis is dead, it's the name of his sled, and it was Kevin Spacey all along, then don't click the link.

11/19/2004 04:54:00 PM | Comments (0)

Tagboard's out until it's not. Don't bother checking.

11748 - gotta go!

11/18/2004 01:52:00 PM | Comments (0)

My internet connection resets every two minutes, so it's like a race against time whenever I want to do something, like download a handout, submit an assignment, or surf for that (honey) sweet Malaysian bear porn I love so much. So now I'm posting, and we'll see if the connection holds out long enough for this to publish.

Three videos.

There should have been more of this in the movie. And here's a semi-interesting article on the thing.

A bit from Conan that I don't ever remember seeing. I have no idea when it's from, either.

And lastly, a bit from Who's Line Is It Anyway when the show is ambushed by a special guest.

Also, let me apologize for the tagboard ads. Usually I manage to delete them before anyone really notices, but I've obviously haven't been able to do that lately. Haven't been able to get on MSN or anything either, so that's why I haven't gotten in touch with you, Danny boy. That...and I apparently don't even have your contact on my list. Don't worry about it though, I'm in no hurry to talk to you. (Ha ha ha)

I think I'm also going to set the tagboard so that it's displayed by default, because I'm getting tired of clicking to see it.

11/16/2004 11:52:00 AM | Comments (0)

Rest In Peace, Bastard

(soundtrack)
Shimmy Shimmy Ya - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Does this post's title seem like a bad subtitle? Meh.

Well, this sucks.

I won't get too dramatic, I think I've shed all my tears over this situation a long time ago. So I'll just leave you with some lyrics, that I think...I think they really sum up this man's life (courtesy of The Original Hip-Hop Lyrics Archive):

Stink hos (repeat 6X)

I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free
You can not have my money
I want pussy for free, look, I want pussy for free
I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free (for freeeeeeeee)

I ain't givin none of y'all girls money shit fuck y'all
Love ya but fuck ya let bounce this ball
Screwface ya bitches put food on y'all
He won't slip, won't trip, won't ever fall
Bitch you better obey me, better not betray me
Callin the cops sayin this is his baby

Pussy for free, baby, I don’t want none of yall havin my money
I want pussy

Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Right, Right
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Right Right
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
Bitch and I ain't gonna protect y'all bitch
Alright? Yeah

Amen, brother.

11/14/2004 10:14:00 PM | Comments (0)

I'm sorry to report that I am still, in fact, alive. But only barely, since my internet's been out for most of the week and I don't know when it'll ever come back. I may have to switch from my cheap Asian provider to Sympatico or go crawling back to Rogers like the dog I am. None of the options available look that swell right now.

But the site's not dead. I'm not taking a break from posting. I don't care what you do on your own blog/rack/quest/roost, but here on the 'bag we don't play that way.

I got plenty to post. I just can't do it. I mean for God's sake, I'm doing this from the New College library. I always avoid posting from school, but I got sick of seeing that same post of the same link of the same comic at the top of the page all the time, staring at me and mocking my manhood. So this is a cheap filler post, until I get my home connection up again.

Furthermore, I've been thinking more and more about the fact that Rogers is knocking us down to Geocities once the new year rolls around. Yeah, I don't like it. Because I swore long ago that I would never have a Geocities webpage. And I'm not. I would sooner have sex with a clown than see the day that our address becomes something like http://www.geocities.com/wambag. And with those filthy poker playing, drug selling, penis enlarging bastards spamming up the tagboard, the thought of my very own WAMBAG.COM domain seems nicer and nicer. And I also need somewhere to host my gigabytes and gigabytes of Malaysian bear porn. I mean if I don't do it, then who will? But I also swore long ago that I would never pay for a website either... So how's it going to go? I'll let you know once I figure it out. One way or another it'll all be settled come January.

But until then, posts will continue to be posted.

"Vernon! I'm falling! Oh shit I'm -"
"FRAAAAANK"

11/12/2004 01:09:00 PM | Comments (0)

This seems appropriate.

11/08/2004 02:14:00 PM | Comments (0)

Meant to post this yesterday, but I've been pretty busy. I had a good day yesterday, but seeing as how none of it really makes for an entertaining story, I'll spare you the details. Almost won it all at poker again, if not for a random fluke full house out of nowhere. She didn't even know she had it - I kinda regret pointing it out to her. I'm too nice.

Today was pretty fun too though. But I broke my keychain upon coming home - my mommy gave me that for my 12th birthday. Made me kinda sad.

Anyway, here it is - the headline alone is good enough. "Man tries to convert lions to Jesus, gets bitten". Wow. I wish I could make this stuff up. I even seem to recall that lions used to eat Christians back in the day. That man has problems. The biggest one being that he sucks at lion evangelism. I mean come on, everyone knows that lions don't speak Chinese. That's just common sense. Lions are from Africa. They speak...Africanese.

Had some more goodies to post, but I am goddamn tired and sleep is calling my name.

11/05/2004 11:57:00 PM | Comments (0)

I'm Bustin', Jerry! I'm Bustin'!

(soundtrack)
All Around The World - Oasis

It's that time again folks! Time for another one of my "bi-polarific" posts!

I know what you're all thinking: Damn it, man! Make up your mind! Are you a brooding, yet brilliant loner with suicidal tendencies and a massive hatred for homosexuals and people with dark skin OR are you a fun-loving, flower child with an exhausting lust for life and respect for all of Earth's creatures? (cups hands to mouth) Make up your mind! (shakes head incredulously)

Well...a little bit of both I guess. Depends which way the wind is blowing. It was a Wednesday today. You figure it out.

I pulled an all-nighter the other day to finish off this two thousand word Medieval Literature essay that I didn't even realize I had until Monday. So logically, I was dreading going to class today. I slept through Major British Writers, so I guess that could have been worse. Special note: I developed an amazing technique where I rested my head on my arm at such an angle that any drool that came out of my mouth went down my shirt sleeve. So nobody could tell if I was drooling or not! Now I know how Newton felt when he discovered gravity.

After that I went to lunch with Will and Jess...wait a minute, you guys are probably reading this right now. Aw, what the hell? So...remember when we had lunch today, guys? That was cool. Ah, crap.

Jess came with me to Sociology class, which was a nice bonus. Unfortunately I slept through the whole damn thing, but at least she seemed to get some work done. And we got to spend some time together, even if it was accompanied by the sound of my Sociology teacher's monotone voice. "Bueller...Bueller...Bueller..." Naw, he's not even that interesting.

So geez, already things have picked up when I call Angel just before Medieval Lit class to see if she's coming because I wasn't sure if she got my e-mail telling her to DO THE FREAKING ESSAY! Turns out that she got the e-mail, but she wasn't coming to class and the essay wasn't done. By the way, how F'd up is it that I'm calling someone and telling them to be more responsible with their studies? It's Bizarro world! Of course, I'm not mad at her for not showing up...especially after she tells me that she got me a birthday present. I'm listening. I meet her after class and it turns out that she got me a collection of Mutts comic strips. What an awesome gift! God, I'm getting old. I used to not "get" Mutts, but now I sort of look at it as Peanuts with animals.

I'M ALMOST TWENTY YEARS OLD!!! ARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!

...

Sorry about that. Won't happen again. Anyway, it was a great present and I was so grateful that she would do that for me.

So I was already in a good mood going home and guess who calls? The girl from work! Adriana! AAAAAAAHHHH!

...

Sorry again. I should say that I shouldn't have been surprised, because (sadly) I had asked her to call me sometime this week. What can I say, I'm being fairly forward with this girl and that seemed like the next logical move (besides, er, asking for her number *ahem*). Still, I wasn't actually expecting her to call. I was just throwing it out there, ya know? If she liked it, she could pick it up; if not, she could throw it right back. So I'm on the bus, talking to her and we're vibing! I'm telling you, we're vibing! I don't know, I shouldn't get too excited. In fact, I'm not even sure that she doesn't have a boyfriend. As far as I know, I could be poaching another dude's meat and that is something that I don't do. Regardless, I'll take it for what it was: A nice conversation with a girl who I'm attracted to. That's it. A fine capper to my day.

And now, to show what a good mood I'm in and in honour of my recent purchase of The Princess Bride on DVD, I'm going to put the Preacher quotes to rest for a bit. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, Cary Elwes and Mandy Patinkin!

You are ready, then?
Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair.
You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

11/03/2004 10:41:00 PM | Comments (0)

More candidates for the Real World Justice League. Though these might seem more suited to be villians.

"Girl with rare disease doesn't know pain". Remember The World Is Not Enough? Yeah, like that. Though if you actually read the article...it actually seems like a pretty horrible disease to have.

A police headbutting chess champion. Wackiness.

Special thanks goes to FARK.com for essentially posting for me. Not the first time...and not the last! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a film to watch.

11/01/2004 08:57:00 PM | Comments (0)

This is so damn hard! It's rigged, I tells ya. I only wish it were two players, with taunting involved.

11/01/2004 01:44:00 AM | Comments (0)