I know we’ve discussed this before, mostly on Twitter and in the Anti-Fairy Conspiracy comments, but NEVER turn your back on a meerkat. They’ll rip your throat out as soon as look at you, and if they know you’re onto them, there is no end to their wicked, weasely wiles.
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And now for something completely weird:
I love these weird little things psouper posts to YouTube. I don’t understand any of them, but they are visually interesting and smooth out my frontal cortex nicely, like French ambient music. If Goddard by way of Cocteau is too much for you this time of night, try this:
Drunk Eastern European men attempting to put a log on a bicycle. THIS? This is where Borat came from, my friends. And it is documentary.
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Zeus is my homeboy! Me and my crew are hangin at Workspace, chillin, bloggin, rockin, poppin and lockin…
Well, all that Blogathon energy concentrated in one place? Something was bound to happen. It was as inevitable as the dumbest kid in the horror movie suggesting they follow the trail of blood into the basement. But, like, postitive. So no vampires or anything, if you don’t count me and Raul, who are nocturnal in the extreme.
So, since we had a powerful positive energy vortex building here on the Downtown EastSide, itself a powerful energy vortex, something was bound to happen.
And did.
After that was over, we had this:
And here is Mojave, posing with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, just out of frame.
We bloggers are a spontaneous, touchy-feely bunch, but after the wormhole created by the energy vortex closed, swallowing UncleWeed, we quickly recovered and got right back to posting for Blogathon. I mean, it’s not like we don’t still have the Tardis.
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Yes, yes, we’re all about the pirates lately. You know you love it.
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This one comes to us from Michael Usinger of the Georgia Straight:
Who would bring a toddler to Virgin Fest?
By Mike UsingerJust a question–who drags a toddler to these things?
The answer is obvious: ask any Aztec. You can’t have a virgin festival without a single virgin! It’s probably a City of Vancouver licensing requirement.
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