“Karaoke-related killings are not limited to the Philippines. In the past two years alone, a Malaysian man was fatally stabbed for hogging the microphone at a bar and a Thai man killed eight of his neighbors in a rage after they sang John Denver’s ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads.’”


Undefeated 2nd grade soccer team. Never scored a goal. Couldn’t spell my name.
Travis just sent this to me. I’m sure it’s an old meme (I’m not even going to bother asking Evan). But, damn, blog it!
Lauren and Barbara Bush, that’s messed up: ”female couples of the lesbian persuasion can enjoy a Vincent Gallo evening together for $100,000. $200,000 buys the lesbos a weekend. A weekend that will have them second-guessing.”
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I love this subway poster. What is real?
Dave Wessels adds: “Post, in parentheses: mod, e, r, in parentheses: n.”
Akiko Takakura and her friend Asami — though nearer to the bomb than Toshihiko Matsuda and his shadow garden — were located deep within the granite and concrete shell of the Sumitomo Bank when the gamma and infrared bursts started. Except for random shafts of sky shine that came in through windows in the building’s sides, the two women were more or less cocooned against the death rays.
Akiko would always remember how the clock in the main gallery stopped at a quarter past eight, the same time that the big clock atop the Hiroshima University tower had stopped three days earlier. Because the war effort had drained almost all manpower and all spare metal parts, the resources to repair the city’s main timepiece were lacking. During the past three days, Akiko and Asami had joked about how the broken clock tower, frozen seemingly forever at 8:15, underscored the futility of everything. For decades to come, their joke would be clothed in the mantle of prophecy, for in the end repairing the clock or leaving it unrepaired would have made no difference at all. It would only have stopped again at a quarter past eight — like every other clock in Hiroshima.
This shit is real and I hope James Cameron makes a movie about it cuz he’s the realest dude I know.
“Last month [double atomic bomb survivor Tsutomu Yamaguchi] was visited in the hospital by filmmaker James Cameron, director of Titanic and Avatar, who is considering making a movie about the bombings, according to The Mainichi.” viaap
Say what?!
Let’s acknowledge that the Oscars are bullshit and we hate them. But they are important commercially… I’ve learned to never underestimate the academy’s bad taste. Crash as best picture? What the fuck.
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