xc001 started a Wiki about my work…Would any of you like to help us update the Zumipedia? This cute kitty tells you to do eeeet! :D

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Image from the Purlscense Cafe.

I saw this video of Apocalyptica from the 2007 Eurovision and thought that you might enjoy it too. It’s freaky, bizarre, metal, and metal guys with cellos in a circus from hell. At the end they light stuff on fire and go nuts.

THIS IS CRAZY IN THIS VIDEO ITS CRAZY BEST EVAR. YOU ADD FIRE TO METAL AND YOU GET MORE METAL BECAUSE ON THE PERIODIC TABLE FIRE IS ALSO METAL BECAUSE I SAY SO OMG YES. IT’S MATHS IT’S SIMPLE MATHS. :D

However, this band did not win. The following person won WTFWTF:

I wish I lived in a country where I could watch Eurovision. I barely understand how it works. It looks really cool.

BTW: Here is Apocalyptica doing Sepultura.

You might have noticed by now that I have a thing for cute animals. Look at this cute face! SQUEE!

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Quest for Glory is one of the games that I played through multiple times as a kid. There is a joke in it that you can also use to cheat. If you are starving and about to die leave the town and do to the desert. A giant waffle will chase you. You can eat it and regain full health. I did this all the time to save money so I could buy better weapons. No one believed me, but I have proof this joke is true!

Come to think about it, this is a bit like real life in college, don’t you think?

I found this article about our friendly neighborhood American Apparel CEO whose asshole-ish behavior I have blogged about before.

Dear American Apparel CEO Dov Charney,
A lot of people are going to wonder what you were thinking when you agreed to be interviewed by CNBC reporter Margaret Brennan the week before your sexual harassment case went to trial if you were going to throw a tantrum when she told you she’d be asking about it. Even more people are going to wonder why, in light of the fact that your reputation for sexual harassment is likely to be in the headlines for a few more months at least, you chose yesterday to spend the ten minutes following the interview screaming four-letter words at a female news reporter. (She didn’t say which ones, but I’m going to venture: “cunt”? “fuck”? And your worst insult: “passe dated un-tastemaking”?) Dov, this lady has no incentive to protect you. Unlike the dozens of attractive, well-intentioned, fiercely loyal women who surround you, she doesn’t need you for weed. She doesn’t need you for clothes. Most importantly, she doesn’t need an association with you to bring her cultural currency because she has no desire to see her image plastered across one of your billboards.

I know it’s hard to remember that there are women in the world like that who aren’t butch dykes or sexless hippies, but there are. And they’re tough, because all though they are generally required to be sexually appealing in order to get anywhere at all, they encounter countless butt-pinching, innuendo-spouting permutations of you along the way.

And yet: they’ve probably never met anyone quite as brazen and batshit and verbally abusive as you on a cranky day. Even on fucking Wall Street, and that’s saying something. Which I can only imagine is the reason this busy anchorwoman chose to take time out to write about your off-camera antics on the company blog: because that is how out of line you are.

Anyway, that’s all for now.

P.S.: Love the new jersey dresses!

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