Author: The WAMBAG

Their Story Look Up – Stars I watch couples on the subway all the time. Odd one today. The guy was a sleazy, confident looking fellow. Not unattractive. Not the kind of guy that anyone I know would be attracted to, but I can imagine that he gets his fair share of hood rat action.

Bible Shopping Earth Angel – The Penguins A quick story. I saw Natasha today for the first time in, like, three months I think. That’s not too bad. I’m used to it with her. I hate to say it, but she’s an “event friend”. That is to say, I care about her greatly, but we’re

I was trying to think of a witty lead-in to a Link Post full of YouTube links, and I had something pun-related along the lines of “What do you call…?” with the answer being “YouTube!” I mean you can only say “here’s some YouTube links” so many times before you want to stick popsicle sticks

A completely senseless video of the Easter Bunny throwing down.

I didn’t even know they were making a 300 movie. That book is awesome. In tribute to Sheep’s broken link, here are 300 more links. 1) First off, a working (for now) 300 trailer. I think the sound is off in this one, so let me just get the point across for you if you’re

Our favourite Sin City creator Frank Miller also wrote a graphic novel about the 300 Spartans who died at Thermopylae. Although I have not read the comic yet, I’m really impressed by the trailer for the movie: Ok, link is broken! I heart King Leonidas.

ELLE! Is for the waaaay you look. At me. OH! Is for the ooonly one. I see. VEE! Is for the very…I don’t know the rest of the song.

No Offense, But Bugger Off I Write Sins Not Tragedies – Panic! At The Disco A quick note about this week’s song. I stand by it, it’s good. Now, our dear Max Wong would have you believe that this is the worst song of the year, if not all time. But I can say with

Hopefully The World Ain’t Slowin’ Down – Ellis Paul “Ah, damn it! Hit me,” I said. Michelle proceeded to give me a quick rap on the wrist. I’d said the cursed “H” word again. For the last three or four months, I’d been avoiding using that word. “Hopefully”. It was a favourite of Julius’ and

I was late for work yesterday, after arriving 45 minutes later than I usually do. But since I usually show up around 8:30, I guess that only made me about 15 minutes late. And only then if you believe that 9:00 is the cut-off time, which I’m not even sure it is. The “core hours”