Yesterday, it must be said, vanished in a blur. From the time I got up at 10:30 AM until the time I hit the day after 1:30 AM, I was in constant motion. At least, it sure seemed that way to me.
...so suddenly it's Sunday evening and I just ordered Chinese delivery because I don't have any energy left to cook. *sigh*
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Breakfast yesterday was Whoppers from the BK in Renssalaer, Indiana, and they were the best Whoppers I've had in a very, very long time. They were delicious. I cannot for the life of me understand why the Whoppers I have from the BK nearest the Fungal Vale are not this good. They all come from the same factory and are prepared the same way, so WTF.
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The long-lost treasure trove of Atari ET cartridges has been found. Then Vox Day talks about how future civilizations will regard ours.
I don't know; I figure that there will be stage readings of "ancient poetry":
Booty, booty, booty, booty,And one mustn't forget the greatest work of the poet Sir Mix-a-lot:
Booty, booty, booty, booty,
Booty, everywhere. Rocking, everywhere.
Booty, booty, booty, booty.
I like big butts and I can not lieThere will be endless doctoral dissertations written by classics students over the semiotics of "my anaconda don't want none". The "old guard" will insist that the poet was talking about his pet snake and the "new guard" will re-translate the work and realize that he is in fact referring to his penis, and there'll be a big kerfluffle in the classics department let me tell you!
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough
'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Anyway, here's the Arse Technica writeup on the find.
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I'm very glad that the rain held off until after I was home a while.