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[Feb. 28th, 2007|08:11 pm] |
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| | Only Fools & Horses | ] | An alternative Wikipedia written by conservative Christians has become a major target of mockery on the web. Conservapedia, a wiki-based encyclopedia that offers the historical record from a conservative perspective, is attracting lots of derisive comments on blogs and a growing number of phony articles written by mischief makers.
Conservapedia "is a gold mine of unintentional hilarity," wrote Mark Frauenfelder on Boing Boing last Monday.
Conservapedia's entry on kangaroos says that, "like all modern animals ... kangaroos are the descendants of the two founding members of the modern kangaroo baramin that were taken aboard Noah's Ark prior to the Great Flood." The site's entry on George Washington identifies the first U.S. president as "the person other than Jesus who declined enormous worldly power ... by voluntarily stepping aside as the ruler of a prosperous nation."
Conservapedia isn't the first example of the religious right turning to social software to reach a wider web audience -- there's also CreationWiki, an encyclopedia of creation science written from a Christian perspective.
http://www.conservapedia.com/ http://creationwiki.org/Main_Page |
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[Feb. 21st, 2007|06:28 am] |
everything is colour i haven't seen colour i live in a monochromatic world i can't use colour it can do everything |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 10th, 2007|08:07 pm] |
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| | Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen | ] | Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship, My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'. I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun, It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facin'. And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind, I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|02:46 pm] |
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Halloween isn't just an occasion to be frightened by witches, vampires, and prepubescent girls in revealing Halloween costumes. It's also a great time to spread a bit of social conscientiousness to revelers in the form of organic and fair trade candy. Before grabbing a bag of bite-sized Hershey bars, consider where that chocolate comes from. An estimated 40 percent of chocolate comes from Ivory Coast, where most cocoa farmers are impoverished. Farmers in the other top cocoa-producing nations, including Brazil, Indonesia, and other West African countries, don't fare much better. Responding to a fair-trade inquiry in her column, Grist's Umbra Fisk details some of the not-so-fair practices in the chocolate business. With Ivory Coast cocoa farmers netting approximately one cent from a 60-cent candy bar, farmers are using their children as laborers. The work is endangering: "[T]hink swinging a long machete when you haven't had enough to eat, or spraying pesticides without the proper protective gear," writes Fisk. These kids aren't always there by their own or their family's will. Liza Featherstone, blogging on for The Nation's The Notion, cites the Organic Consumers Association's statistic that 284,000 children in West Africa "are working under dangerous conditions, or have been trafficked." There are ways to avoid supporting such practices. The fair trade label guarantees that growers received a fair wage for their product, and inspectors are employed to monitor child labor practices. However, in the $60 billion chocolate industry, fair trade chocolate doesn't even make up one percent of sales. Both Fisk and Featherstone assert that consumers could swing this percentage up this Halloween with their purchasing power. Now that you've thought about where candy comes from, consider what it's doing in the body. Childhood food allergies are popping up in schools everywhere, and the folks at Go Dairy Free encourage people to stock up on vegan and allergen-free treats this Halloween. They've included a list of trick-or-treater-ready candy manufacturers who make treats free of artificial flavors and many common allergens, such as dairy, soy, nuts, gluten, and casein. Some companies offer standard Halloween fare, like witch-shaped chocolates, but others are a little more inventive, like YummyEarth, who had the ingenuity to make vegan pomegranate lollipops. While buying socially responsible candy for Halloween might take a bit more work, try looking in your local health food store or online and you might be surprised how accessible these treats are. Halloween is supposed to be scary; your candy is not. |
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[Oct. 25th, 2006|02:16 pm] |
Cool Capitalists Gone Wild So, is the metro, forward-looking American Apparel really just a throwback to anti-union paternalism in its manufacturing practices? Without question, the company’s internal corporate culture seems to present Charney as the old-fashioned patron with some cool sideburns painted on. Indeed, besides his anti-union factory tactics, Charney presents another parallel to this persona: a recurring sexual-harassment theme. One of the ugliest sides of employer paternalism has always been the likelihood of such unequal power relations giving rise to sexual abuse, and Charney has been sued by multiple former employees for sexual harassment. He maintains his innocence, and many in his white-collar workforce defend the environment at American Apparel as an updated, pro-sex take on feminism. But the fact remains: Charney has had more people sue him for sexual harassment than, say, Joe Francis, the young entrepreneur behind the Girls Gone Wild video empire. Negative publicity around these recurring sex scandals at the company has caused Charney even more grief than have his anti-union tactics and has led him to make bizarre statements on gender equality like “women initiate most domestic violence.” Sexual-harassment scandals as liberated feminism? Workers spontaneously organizing other workers to carry out an anti-union management campaign? A wealthy prep-school kid who, in two decades, went from scabbing on striking workers to stopping his own workers’ unionization today being lauded as having created a “hyper capitalist-socialist fusion”? The contradictions that underlie American Apparel certainly go deeper than the incongruous messages of their ubiquitous advertisements. But a certain consistent logic is evident, not only with Charney’s business, but in all companies that have staked their brand image on socially conscious consumption and ethical trend-making. Companies like Starbucks and Whole Foods have also climbed their first few rungs up the ladder of corporate success by appealing to liberal professionals on the basis of a hip image and social responsibility – but both have fought unionization drives with the same grim gusto as American Apparel. This is possible because, at least so far, the new niche market of liberal consumerism is primarily concerned with workers’ rights if the workers in question live far away, in an exotic locale where adding a fair-trade sticker costs a corporation pennies. Deciding to not buy a product because the company that makes it is fighting its own workers’ unionization efforts is not something Charney’s “young metropolitan adults” really do. And as long as progressive consumer standards apply only to workers’ rights in other countries, Dov Charney’s factory is unlikely to supplement the free massages with job security or a voice at work.
http://www.clamormagazine.org/issues/38/aa/ |
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[Oct. 9th, 2006|06:20 am] |
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| | millais: un modelle pour ofelia - kafka | ] | take one step back from the wall before your bomb destroys us all
you built the prison you plan on liberating us from
free yourself before you define and speak of slavery
...otherwise your message will ring hollow
we have no more want of false prophets work has been work, ppl are leaving yet again ...such is life, we're closed wednesday each week now slowly been covering my walls with sketches, i should grab pictures of them sometime ...as a result i've not been filling any notebooks and ended up putting colour on hold, at least for a little while
brought more lone wolf & cub, absorbing as always picked up more music, some pretty wicked dj sets read the running man finally, way different, much better but the movie still remains a fav
biked up this crazy hill as my dad dropped it off when he was down from yk, had a nasty attack that took my breathe away ended up grabbing a seat on some rocks for 10 minutes trying to slow down my heart so my throat could start to open up
...it really fucking sucked not having a drop of water to clear my throat, i sort of just stumbled up the rest of the way
thankfully i had some herb remedy, this weather is no help for the time being, i am not a wet windy cold kinda guy unless it's somewhere majestic
otherwise just the usual and more of the unusual |
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| Jerry's Kids |
[Jul. 6th, 2006|12:30 pm] |
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| | into glory ride by manowar | ] | 'Gerald Ford had one of those presidencies that even historians have trouble remembering. Elected neither president nor vice president by the American people, Ford served for just two-and-a-half years before Jimmy Carter defeated him in the 1976 election. Some big things happened during Ford's abbreviated tenure in office -- chiefly, the fall of South Vietnam to the communists -- but he lacked the political capital and creativity to play even a secondary role in them. Who, remembering the image of the last Americans climbing aboard the choppers on the roof of our Saigon Embassy, can summon up a corresponding image of Ford reacting to this in Washington?
'I'm no historian, but as best I can remember it, Ford took office to almost universal plaudits, palpable relief, and gushing gratitude for not being Richard Nixon. Within little more than a month, though, the era of good feelings came to an abrupt halt when Ford preemptively pardoned Nixon. The rest of Ford's term was bumbling, a surprising amount for public consumption. Lyndon Johnson's observation ("Jerry Ford is so dumb he can't walk and chew gum at the same time") was widely cited, even though the quote had been sanitized (what Johnson really had said was, "Jerry Ford is so dumb he can't fart and chew gum at the same time").
But even presidents who seem inconsequential can leave significant legacies that don’t become fully apparent until decades after they exit the White House. Not until the presidency of George W. Bush has the extent and nature of Ford’s legacy really become clear. For in his abbreviated term as president, Ford made the careers of three men who have turned out to be the alpha and omega (two alphas, one omega) of the Bush years.
He made a rising young administrator in the Nixon cabinet, Donald Rumsfeld, his chief of staff in 1974. In 1975, when Rumsfeld moved to the Pentagon to become the nation’s youngest secretary of defense, Ford appointed a still younger White House staffer, Dick Cheney, to succeed him. Together, the two worked on moving Ford to the right -- convincing him, for instance, to dump Rockefeller as his 1976 running mate in favor of the more conservative Bob Dole. As well, we now know from some of Cheney’s recent comments that he (and surely Rumsfeld, too) chafed at serving a president during a nadir of presidential power -- the inevitable consequence of the revelations of Nixon’s abuses of power.
For Dick and Don, the past six years have been payback time. Their government-within-a-government -- and their government has been the one with real power -- has stayed as invisible as possible (only recently have we come to know of the clout of Cheney’s onetime counsel, now chief of staff, David Addington) and, as a matter of both practice and principle, cut Congress, the State Department, the professional military and intelligence services, and all other potential meddlers out of the access-to-information and decision-making loops. For Dick and Don, the frustrations of the Ford years have been compensated for by the abuses of the Bush years.
complete article: http://www.prospect.org/web/page.ww?section=root&name=ViewWeb&articleId=11696 |
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| anyone else get this forwarded to them? |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|10:37 am] |
Patrick Roy, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colorado Avalanche flag in the window.
"This house is yours for eternity, Pat," said God. "This is very special, not everyone gets a house up here."
Patrick felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house. On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a bright Blue and Copper sidewalk, a 50 ft. tall flagpole flying an enormous Edmonton Oilers Flag, and in every window an Oilers logo. In the front yard was a sign that said, "Welcome to The Centre of Hockey!!!!
Pat looked at God and said "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I won three Stanley Cups, more awards than I can remember and am the winnings goalie in NHL history." God said "So what do you want to know, Pat?" "Well, why does Dwayne Roloson get a better house than me?" God chuckled and said: "Pat, that's not Roloson's house....... it's mine."
...the only thing i'd change about this joke is having roy go to a montreal canadien house, who gives a crap about colorado especially when he put more time in with the habs. and i'd probably have the habs as the center of hockey rather then edmonton but that's just favoritism from being a lifelong habs fan (the one requirement [asides from drinking unusual amounts of maple syrup, using the church as a swear & wearing stylish sashes on Bonhomme Carnival] of being french canadien) it's like a shane joke with an actual ending, that oddly enough does not involve penis and/or bum one liner attached to it somewhere, usually for no apparent reason at all |
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[Jun. 17th, 2006|10:51 am] |
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| | watching some jerry jackson films | ] | A couple has been married for 50 years and are celebrating their anniversary. The wife asks what the husband wants for their anniversary and he replies, "I would like you to perform oral sex on me. In the 50 years we have married NEVER have you ONCE done this to me."
She replies, "It's just that I'm afraid that you won't respect me afterwards."
"Won't respect you afterwards! he yells, we have been married for 50 years for Christ sakes!"
"OK! OK! I'll do it just this one time!" She then bends down and gives him oral sex until he has an orgasm in her mouth. Immediately afterwards she runs to the bathroom. The phone rings next to the bed and he picks it up. He then yells to his wife, "Hey Cock sucker! it's for you!"
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kill bill 1 & 2 in 120 seconds http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5076771887587088735 |
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[Jun. 13th, 2006|01:39 am] |
the pen drips ink like a silent tear that won't let itself simply disappear into the page the brush bends, no sensually caresses this sea of white flexing like lips, arms, hands reaching for this bleakness at the moment of creation to add subtle shapes of black like a blade, like a river to be given any course
i'd like to talk to you the way i see you but that only works in hollywood movies & romance novels i'd rather spend my days learning to paint you and my nights learning to paint with you
instead of getting trapped in webs of words that only make sense because we were told they did
lets make our own language, these words never suited me one that still sends shivers down backs when spoken and raises smiles to our faces at the thought one with no history but our's one that expresses the greatest joy or deepest sorrow that we have trapped in our bellies unable to find the words for so it might be set free
sing without song live without wrong
the sillest thing we ever did was evolve to walk on two legs and learn how to speak ...how were we to know that over centuries we would with the gain of speech lose the ability to communicate with one another the way we once did language gave us the ability to lie and it's made victims of us all ever since
tomorrow i find out how bad my teeth are ...probably pretty bad i had a filling pop out on me like 2 yrs ago that should probably be filled in again or something i wish i knew everything sometimes so i could have a good nights sleep my mind would be at ease knowing that it had nothing left to think about nothing left to plan for and everything left to live for |
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[Jun. 10th, 2006|12:06 pm] |
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| | watching mighty boosh season 2 episode 5 | ] | anybody else see the four army helicopters flying in diamond formation with another following closely behind ...heading in the direction of northlands/rexall just now |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|12:49 am] |
Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said:
"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients, and you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go, Dave."
But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality, whispering:
"Dave..... Dave..... Dave, you sick bastard You're a vet." |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 3rd, 2006|01:46 pm] |
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| | s s s & q - robert plant | ] | December 9, Whitehall. The annual Al-Quds (Jerusalem) Day demonstration is coming to a rowdy climax. Unusually, it is highly charged this year, but it's another difference that catches the eye.
From atop some steps a tremulous voice rises above the rallying crowd. The root cause of the Middle East conflict, it is saying, is Zionism. Without an end to this racist ideology and the dismantling of Israel, there will never be any peace. There are roars of approval. Somebody initiates a round of "Allahu-Akbar". The yellow and green flags of Hezbollah fly once again.
But here's the rub. The man they're cheering is Rabbi Goldstein, an orthodox Jew of the Neturei Karta. As he speaks, a clutch of photographers vie to capture the same image: another rabbi, pig-tailed and in his bekisch, standing in front of an animated young Muslim, punching the air, his head draped in a kefiyeh. "Judaism yes, Zionism no," chants the crowd.
It's iconoclasm in motion. Hezbollah and the Homburg, Muslim and Jews, standing shoulder to shoulder to demolish a great myth of our time: that anti-Zionism and anti-semitism are the same thing.
http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-news-0123.html |
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| it's a beautiful day and i've spent most of it killing spiders |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|02:01 pm] |
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| | big log - robert plant | ] | ...i think i bought something with a nest in it or several things with several nests as it's been 3 types of spider and i end up killing like 10 every morning on my window sill or on my desk
i don't get freaked by bugs, i just don't want to have to eat them in my sleep
i just killed a queen ant and another grey spider ...what the fuck, i'd almost rather have silver fish at least they don't climb shit
it's been 5 so far today ...i may or may not be indirectly responsible for all the rain if you believe in all that crap
but it's totally not my bad if these things keep on coming to sit on my window sill to bask in the sun, i could live in a cave full of bugs because there would be no light glaring off their shiny backs whenever i turn left to catch some rays of the sun
fuck this room with a view ...and all it contains within
i'm not a killer but i always knew deep down in my heart that should the need ever come ...i'd act without thinking
when the world shuts down around you ...and you can't hear for the roar of silence within your ears
some study for their entire lives to know what you would know in a second ...you are a god and you are an ant you are a man and you are a mouse |
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| BBC TWO LISTINGS |
[May. 25th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
Terry Jones' Barbarians
Fri 26 May, 9:00 pm - 10:00 pm 60mins
The Primative Celts
Terry Jones pieces together exciting new archaeological evidence to reveal the startling truth about the Barbarians. In the process the ex-Python discovers how the Roman propaganda machine was able to pull off the greatest con-trick in history and turn their enemies into monsters fit for childrens stories. In the first programme Terry reveals the great secret the Romans never told us about the Celts.
In 58 BC Julius Caesar invaded Celtic Gaul. He claimed it was to protect the northern borders of the Empire from these volatile people. But Terry Jones discovers, that Caesar's account was a smokescreen for a more sinister truth.
The Celts, according to Rome, were a warring and illiterate people. Yet Terry discovers that these people "with no knowledge of science" had mathematical know-how way beyond Rome's. They had a society that, in stark contrast to Rome's, was compassionate and protected the young and the weak. It was a society built on an advanced and complex trading network that spread way beyond the borders of the Celtic world. So why was Caesar so hell-bent on the destruction of these civilised people?
The latest archaeological evidence has revealed something the Romans never told us about the Celts. The Celtic world was built on vast deposits of gold and these primitive people were gold-miners par-excellence. The ambitious Caesar was broke and the rich, sophisticated Celts were there for the taking. By his own account over a million Celts were slaughtered in his campaign. Soon Rome was minting gold coins again. What a coincidence! [AD,S] |
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| roach had a baby girl |
[May. 25th, 2006|12:56 am] |
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| | starry night - don mclean | ] | roach says: yo roach says: 12;22 this morning i had an 8pond8once baby girl named rebecca jamei |
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| lithium picnic |
[May. 18th, 2006|12:36 pm] |
Philip Warner,(aka Lithium Picnic) one of the photographers I really admire, recently had $5,000 of his gear (including his main shooter) stolen from him while traveling. He is a professional, and his gear is his livelihood, so the loss is especially profound. In an effort to try to raise money to replace the equipment, he has put several special edition prints up for sale.
You can view them here: http://www.meatleaf.com/
He also has work for sale at his website: http://www.lithiumpicnic.com/
Please check out his work and even if you don't have the money to get a print, please pass the links along to anyone you think might be interested. |
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| borrowme.com |
[May. 13th, 2006|03:15 am] |
http://alpha.borrowme.com/
if you want an invite and i didn't mail you one, then msg me here and i'll email you one ...this originated in calgary so there are a lot of alberta users already on board |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 4th, 2006|02:01 pm] |
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 ...so i bought a used digital camera to toss some of my stuff on deviant i'd take a picture of it but i need to buy another camera to do that, so maybe in a couple months we'll see |
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| Gzowski interviews Iggy Pop, Broadcast March 11, 1977 |
[Feb. 17th, 2006|03:01 am] |
http://archives.cbc.ca/IDC-1-68-102-761/arts_entertainment/punk/
On March 11, 1977 Iggy Pop, a singer synonymous with a new musical movement called punk rock, joins CBC host Peter Gzowski for an interview. Iggy Pop is wearing black dress pants and a beige blazer but he's forgotten his dress shirt. He's also forgotten his manners and Gzowski's name. He picks at his nails, saying they're dirty, rather than answering the host's questions. But when Gzowski asks him what punk is, Iggy Pop's heavily-lined eyes brighten: "It's a term that's based on contempt."
...don't take away the CBC |
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[Dec. 22nd, 2004|08:15 am] |
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| | Hedwig and the Angry Inch | ] | In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. -- Douglas Adams

...social zombies only... ...reply to this entry to be added... |
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