xkcd part two

P.P.S. I can kill you with my brain.





'You will have hot, steamy, sweaty sex... IN BED!'





There was something about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill...





Ma'am, I admit that wasn't in the best taste, but you have to admire my delivery! Ha ha, get it? Oh God, don't throw those syringes! Your baby's fine!





Electric skateboards, by cost, get the equivalent of about 300 miles per gallon. Lithium batteries just need to get cheaper.





It's easier to be an asshole to words than to people.





I bet my future kids will read this someday. DEAR FUTURE KIDS: how did you get internet in the cellar?





I once made an anniversary card for my then-girlfriend with this layout.





This is actually pencil on paper, just inverted and colored





I do this constantly





No more, no less





I find so much fun in language.





:(





This one goes out to xxCrazyPixie1987xx





i love you





And then it turns out they're both Tyler Durden.





In Connor's second thesis it is stated 'There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.' Does the routine destroy our creativity or do we lose creativity and fall into the routine? Anyway, who's up for a road trip!





It slowly dawns on us that our parents knew exactly what they were doing.





It's like the traveling salesman problem, but the endpoints are different and you can't ask your friends for help because they're sitting three seats down.

xkcd part 1

I'm as surprised as you! I didn't think it was possible.









And now I might never get to again.







I wish I knew how to quit this so I wouldn't have to quit you.






This sequence was later reproduced in the International Tape-Extending Federation archives, retitled 'The Founding of the Sport'.







You can evade blue shells in Double Dash, but it is deep magic.








By my count, only 48 of the 158 minutes in Live Free or Die Hard have action. That's pathetic, guys. Crank is better, but needs a bigger budget and more Summer Glau.







It's pi plus C, of course.






Well, *I* think I'm real. Look at me. Look at my face. Cut me and I'll bleed. What more do you want? Please don't go.






I didn't even know I *had* the Monty Python 'Lumberjack' song.






Check it out; I've had sex with someone who's had sex with someone who's written a paper with Paul Erdős!

a sad time

so im thinking i really like this font. im also thinking that i dont really care about capitalization and some punctuation. im also thinking that my life does not really matter. i mean think about it. what am i really going to do to affect the world? please. i mean fat, ugly, lazy, untalented girls dont really have a reputation for amazing achievement. but whatever. that's not what i was really thinking about today.

wow i just read xckd for like a half an hour.

anyway. today bobby and patrick walked me home from work and bobby starts going on and on about the 'niggers' i work with and how worthless they are and that he doesn't want me to walk home in the dark alone because of the black people in my neighborhood (who are all very nice and friendly). patrick speaks up and says how one of the black kids in our neighborhood named Aamir was very nice and spoke quite intelligently. bobby then went on to complain about his name. i just dont understand his arrogance. i mean, i know the way he was raised has a lot to do with it but that excuse only works to an extent. it comes to a point where you decide what you believe and what you think and what you feel. i cant believe that he judges people like that. by the color of their skin or by their heritage. Aamir is clearly an african-esque name right? i mean granted, my one black friend at work is on house arrest, but that doesnt mean that he isnt nice to me right? i mean... i know he's not the best person around but.. that doesnt just deem him a fucking nigger right? i just dont understand how much of an asshole he is. all he cares about is his family, closest friends, me, and himself. he could care less if every other person just fell off the face of the earth. he always says how i think everybody is my friend and that i should stop being so accepting of people. oh yeah thats right! then bobby starts to complain about how my dad talked to him about messing around with me at cornerstone today and how awkward it was and how stupid and fucking annoying my dad was for talking to him about that. how dare he! GOD. i dont know. i just really needed to rant to somebody/somespace. so thanks for being there.

on another note, im leaving for cornerstone on monday. thank god. i really need cornerstone right now. i need jess and rocky. i know ill be glad to have bobby there too but.. i dont know. i love him so much. i really need to straighten out my confusion about religion/morals. its really been eating away at me.

and now i think i just stumbled across dan's daughter's myspace and im liking her project playlist and its making me happy. damnit. just as i was on a raging rant. now i cant even pretend that bobby made me sad when he calls. DAMNIT. oh well i guess. ill just have to rant later. about something else. okay. thats it for now i guess.