I don’t know about you, but I could use a good unicorn chaser after that last post. What about some nice pastrami and a side of Michael Caine‘s mojo?
Or maybe you believe in the power of Boombox?
Well, I’m not sure that one will work; youtube’s farked up their layout so much I’m no longer able to tell if a video is embeddable or not. If it’s not, well, that’ll only depress me more. Gee, thanks Samberg.
Good to know, good to know. Particularly as I’m spending a significant amount of my not-free time looking up and applying to radically progressive grad programs in social media for social change, which leaves me approximately three choices on Planet Earth as far as I can see: Leeds (which I cannot afford), Stanford (which I cannot afford), or SFU’s new school of Technology, Communication and Arts which I also can’t afford but which is about a half a mile from my apartment and where I’d have the inside line on scholarships, bursaries, research dollars, and have pre-existing connections up the wazoo in the community that I’ll need when it comes time to do research, which is kinda the whole point of doing the degree in the first place. Then again, I may be teaching at UBC later on this year, and that generally comes with free tuition, so that’s something. Still, they have nothing like what I’m looking for.
But aside from what I’m looking for (for what I’m looking? Don’t try to tell me that’s correcter; do I look like I was borned yesterday? Hell no, and particularly not before I’ve had my coffee) what I’m actually expecting is something like this, only with chubby, pasty nerds instead of princes:
And, in case I get into a UK university and figure out a way to pay for it, I’m way ahead. After all, I’ve already got the socialization manual:
OK Go wasn’t talking about my hangover, but they SHOULD have been. Yay, Canada! We won the hockey! We won the most gold medals of any nation ever in the winter Olympics! We owned the podium! And Kris nearly got a date with Johnny Weir!
Yay us! And pass the aspirin.
Until my liver has recovered and the marching band in my head has packed up and left, here’s a cute video to entertain yourselves with:
Also? That looks SOMETHING like my living room, right down to the wrecked police car.
The Giant Squid has many secrets, some speakable, some unspeakable. But they may be as nothing compared to what we have found out about the hitherto-thought-to-be-entirely-or-at-least-in-all-likelihood-harmless Vampire Squid. Simpletons! You ask me why I have a “thing” about Squid.
I tell you I am your safeguard. If not for this warning, how would you ever know?
First they came for the Krill, and I said nothing…then they stayed for dessert…where was I?