Instead of going to the gym this morning, I stayed home and did some cooking. I now have heaps of wrap ammo: Japonica rice, purple cabbage, yellow pepper, kidney beans, peas, and corn all mixed together in a colourful, tasty medley. Just add a bit of chicken, some cheese, and wrap it all up in flatbread, and I've got tasty, healthful lunches for the week. Mmm...
Now, I simply must restart my computer before I go to work. It's slowed down to the rate of glaciation. Yikes.
But first, here's what's clogging it up:
NSFW Furry Wrongness: So very, very wrong, but they look so very, very happy.
Attacked by nude man with one roller skate: "Police believe the attack was a protest against advertising material included in the newspaper delivery." Somehow, that doesn't seem a sufficient enough explanation.
'Literary' texts no more? Project reduces classic works to text messages: "John Milton's epic poem 'Paradise Lost' begins 'devl kikd outa hevn coz jelus of jesus&strts war.'" And so you can see what such a motion picture might look like, here's Hamlet.
Unpop Art: Some art definitely NSFW, but definitely worth a look. I'm particularly fond of Charles Krafft's porcelain work.
Heineken: Beer of the goths.
Now, I simply must restart my computer before I go to work. It's slowed down to the rate of glaciation. Yikes.
But first, here's what's clogging it up:
NSFW Furry Wrongness: So very, very wrong, but they look so very, very happy.
Attacked by nude man with one roller skate: "Police believe the attack was a protest against advertising material included in the newspaper delivery." Somehow, that doesn't seem a sufficient enough explanation.
'Literary' texts no more? Project reduces classic works to text messages: "John Milton's epic poem 'Paradise Lost' begins 'devl kikd outa hevn coz jelus of jesus&strts war.'" And so you can see what such a motion picture might look like, here's Hamlet.
Unpop Art: Some art definitely NSFW, but definitely worth a look. I'm particularly fond of Charles Krafft's porcelain work.
Heineken: Beer of the goths.
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Date: 2005-11-21 05:39 pm (UTC)From:To the point that I want to sped hours pouring over it.
But, it's too heady for eight in the morning, when I'm awake due to the laundry malfunctions of the todd.
Jeez, it's like he's drying a bag of cats, gravel, and tennis balls all on the otherside of this wall.