March 28, 2011

Mommy, I had a bad dream.

One of those dreams where you can't escape a predicament rationally so you do something stupid that could kill you.
I woke up before I actually died and spent the next hour laying in bed with this running through my head:



So, yeah.  Good luck getting back to sleep.

Here are some things I found entertaining while too awake to sleep and too sleepy to do anything productive:

http://www.kimmok.com/514799/THE-MANIFESTO-MANIFESTO

I could totally do that.


http://www.reddit.com/r/IAmA/comments/gb7xz/iama_graphic_designer_who_will_spend_5_mins_on/

http://i.imgur.com/xdcjd.jpg

"That's a God damned bacon rainbow, Bitches."


And just in case it was a deal breaker for any future fake online relationships:

A WORLD MAP OF AVERAGE BREAST SIZES:
http://www.targetmap.com/viewer.aspx?reportId=5285

God damn you, Russia.

And this clip is from a documentary called Married to the Eiffel Tower, about a woman who has love affairs with inanimate objects, like bridges, and her bows (she’s an archer).  She's tried dating human men, but they just can't compete.




 FILMMAKER: When you say you date these guys, does it mean that you have sex with them?
BRIDGE F*CKER: Oh, no. We never get to that point.  Often times, they would say I’ll be the guy who will change your mind. And I never liked that attitude. I mean, I didn’t date a whole lot of guys, but the ones that I did, didn’t work out, simply because of the sex part.


I'm shocked.