Virtual Flaneurism

This year the birds and I are in a fight. Shut up, noisy birds! It is three in the morning. Even the slutty lady birds are asleep. No one wants to fucking have sex with you right now.

This is true, though somehow my mother always managed to be between rows when I passed by looking for her. Or she was hiding from me. Either or.

Also, this gif is fucking nauseating.

That seal is a jerk.

I only hope my 4000th post is met with the same enthusiasm as these wrestlers' request for chairs.

I was going to discuss Dan Adler's fiscal policy, but I'm afraid a bitter old woman will interrupt me to shout out her ethnicity.

First and foremost, this is absolutely NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

Moving on: Apparently Channing Tatum is going to be starring in a forthcoming blockbuster about his years as a stripper. Though it is no surprise that someone with no acting ability but a smoking body took off his clothes for money, what is surprising is that there remains video proof of his previous career.

I reiterate: NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Definitely safe for a gay party.

I also just realized blogger has lost my last five posts or so. Internet chicanery vanished into the ether. If you think I'm going to be making any real effort to recover the content of those posts, you clearly do not know me. Laziness ahoy!

Blogger just went down for about 24 hours, so I have been sitting here with five million tabs open all day because my love for all of you is that fucking great.

STRFKR - "Julius" from Consequence of Sound on Vimeo.

The Poke-ourgeoisie in Pallet Town are all but impossible to work with.