Well, the election is over, and if you check the timestamp on this mail, you will realise I didn't sleep a wink. That's because I'm now high on an idea.
Ideas are the new meth, didn't you know?
Anyway, here's my new hack value sites:
If you have long hair, and hate baths, you might outlive everyone else around you. Its not because you have poisoned the air around you, you are actually cleaning it of ozones.
For a poetic view of balloons and greenhouse gas, check out this video.
Star Wars fan or not, you will enjoy this real-life destruction of an X-Wing Fighter.
Screw the Nokia N78, when this phone shows it's ability to stop bullets. Finally, a portable bullet-proof vest.
Just in case you are into online shopping, or just like comparing prices, check out Dealio, and Clipfire.
Finally, relive old memories with old games. (Or if you are tired of dropping coins into arcade machines). Old Arcade Games and the Emulator for them.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Hug My Herpes
Well, the clash of love versus commercialism found a compromise known as Valentine's Day. A day named and celebrated after some dude who is no longer known for his deeds.
If fact, it has become a multicultural feast with Greek and Roman gods tossed into the barbecue of superfluous lust.
What this means in the most simplest of terms is:
BACKLASH!!!
For starters, one should remember for every single human on the planet, there is quite possibly a single angry human on the planet. Take note that these irate, single humans may choose to exercise their right to give everyone they despised a bucket load of 100% organic and environmentally friendly poo.
I don't need it. Because I already have my own supply of worm poo. And will gladly give it to anyone who asks.
The more spiteful, recently divorced couple may wish to send each other dead flowers.
For those who have a sense of humour, you can now shower your ex with the most meaningful of gifts: Syphilis plushies!
Finally, for those of you who need to get nagging parents off your back, try Imaginary Girlfriends. A service which allows you to fake it, without the sex.
A sincere thanks to Attack of the Show for the links.
If fact, it has become a multicultural feast with Greek and Roman gods tossed into the barbecue of superfluous lust.
What this means in the most simplest of terms is:
BACKLASH!!!
For starters, one should remember for every single human on the planet, there is quite possibly a single angry human on the planet. Take note that these irate, single humans may choose to exercise their right to give everyone they despised a bucket load of 100% organic and environmentally friendly poo.
I don't need it. Because I already have my own supply of worm poo. And will gladly give it to anyone who asks.
The more spiteful, recently divorced couple may wish to send each other dead flowers.
For those who have a sense of humour, you can now shower your ex with the most meaningful of gifts: Syphilis plushies!
Finally, for those of you who need to get nagging parents off your back, try Imaginary Girlfriends. A service which allows you to fake it, without the sex.
A sincere thanks to Attack of the Show for the links.
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