I'm on holiday...

...and I don't have the internet in my residence.

What this means is that Fuck Cunts might be a little dry for the next week or so, which shouldn't matter because I up'd enough goodness today to cause an internerd OD.

I hope you'll still be here when I get back, I really do. It'll probably be Twenty Ten next time I post. I'll probably own/be a robot. Have a good New Years. If you're single, go fuck someone you don't know. If you're in a relationship, drink until you can't think straight.

I'll leave you with this. That dot you can see is Planet Earth, as seen from the Voyager space craft as it exited our Solar System in 1990.



"Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar”, every “supreme leader”, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."

- Carl Sagan, 1934-1996

Peace, cunts.

London Shop Fronts

This is pretty cool. I think 99.9% of the shops in London look like this. Here's a couple from my old hood.





London Shop Fronts

I agree with this statement.

"According to Dunagan, Taylor's only demand was for pizza. His motive for the incident remains unclear."

Have you seen the N64 kid before? I have. And I just saw him again.

He scares the shit out of me.

Cool video for a cool song from a cool album. The album is on Fuck Cunts. Did you know that?



This video reminds me of my belief that anyone who can make themselves cry on demand is most likely harboring deep psychological issues.

I can't make myself cry on demand. It's the ONLY reason I am not a very famous actor.

Best cover ever?

Yes.

Prove me wrong if you don't agree.

This guy is like a talent black-hole. If you go near him, any shred of talent you might have gets sucked right into him. He's a real-life Peter Petrelli, but with talent instead of super-powers.

This is Leonid Rogozov. He removed his own appendix.

All I want for Christmas...

...is an incredibly dangerous looking hand-held shark dagger thing.



If you can get it to me through the postal system, I'll give you $50.

I could only watch half of this. Anymore and I'd probably start getting naked.

Have you got a webcam?

Wanna cyber? Then Chatroulette is the place to do it. Maybe. Or maybe you'll get a room full of frat boys like I did. Maybe that's who you want to cyber with anyway? If so, perfect. If not, keep clicking next to you find your Mr/Mrs Right and then chat away.

It's not really/only for cyber-sex though, Chatroulette is basically a new version of Omegle, only on Chatroulette your webcam and microphone is enabled (if you want it to be), so when the extremely effeminate Brazillian boy you are talking to you says 'LOL' when you ask how he is, you can see that he did not in fact laugh out loud.

Most of the time you just have to keep hitting 'next' because the people you start talking to are very boring or don't want to talk to you, but every now and then you strike gold, which almost makes the whole thing worth it.