I am, I am, I am

What did you say?

Thanks D.

Mike also looks like this for the first 23 hours after waking up

“Look, I’m sorry for blowing up earlier. It’s just…I can feel tequila…in my face.”

hungoverowls.

Oh hey man, whatsup?

Dude I had the best shit ever today

diarrheaBot: i was thinking about putting it on the blog
diarrheaBot: let me tell you about it and then you can tell me what you think
TheLordThyGod : ok go
diarrheaBot: ok so im very careful to eat lots of prunes
diarrheaBot: i eat like 4 or 5 a day
diarrheaBot: so i can stay regular and loose
diarrheaBot: got it?
TheLordThyGod : uh…yeah
diarrheaBot: ok
diarrheaBot: anyway

diarrheaBot: today it didnt work so much

That just happened

08-18-2010:

I think I just got a ulcer looking at this

Why am I in drafting school?

i’m not a fan of the puppet

All that don’t have fins and scales in the seas…

…and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of all the living creatures that are in the waters, they are an abomination to you, and you detest them. You shall not eat of their flesh, and you shall detest their carcasses.

See, we got some things right.

From Digg.

Between Two Ferns

Portal: Required reading

This year, for the first time, a video game will appear on the syllabus of a course required for all students at Wabash College, where I teach. For me – and for a traditional liberal arts college founded in 1832 – this is a big deal.

Alongside Gilgamesh, Aristotle’s Politics, John Donne’s poetry, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and the Tao Te Ching, freshmen at Wabash will also encounter a video game called Portal.

brainygamer via slashdot.

The latest from everyone’s favorite megalomaniac

“Last Journey of a Genius”

The Quest For Tannu Tuva:

The story of physicist Richard Feynman’s fascination with the remote Asian country of Tannu Tuva, and his efforts to go there with his great friend and drumming partner Ralph Leighton (co-author of the classic ‘Surely You’re Joking, Mr Feynman’). Feynman was dying of cancer when this was filmed, and died a few weeks after the filming.

I’m not sure if late is better than never

TheBlemish

To The Muses

Whether on Ida’s shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.

– William Blake