Well it seems to be well received by people who actually matter.

May the rest of your happy marriage be touched by his noodly appendage

Bye bitch.

I hade just previously been listening to Postmkdern Jukebox's bluegrass country version of Blurred Lines.

I misread it as Robin Thicke and thought "Ben, huh? Well good on him for finally figuring it out."

only if they redo it with poor, 3rd party voice acting too.

Rosalind Franklin is one of my personal heroes and I'm glad she's really starting to get recognised big lately. I had a genomics professor who talked about Watson and Crick for an hour, and when I brouht her up he said she wasn't worth mentioning. I always secretly hated that class from then on...

As an Australian Wildstar is my biggest tragedy, I loved that game, absolutely loved it, but with crappy Australia Lag, and everything being telegraphed, our love just wasn't to be.

I threw my calendar out. It had some "Martin Luther King" day on it. Where's my "George Dubya Bush" day?!

I made it about 3 paragraphs in before I realised I was driving a pen in to my thigh. HARD.

WEN IS WITE HISTRY MONTH?

Gasp! Why, that's HETEROPHOBIA!!11

It's like those eyerollingly awful PORN FOR WOMEN books which are a bunch of smiling dudes saying "I'll do the dishes" or "Why don't I do the vacuuming while you get a manicure?"

sold.

I can only think of that as a spectacular ancient elf to dwarf insult. "You wish to use the Eluvian? I shall get you a step-ladder."

I hate that moment of sudden awful clarity you get sometimes when you realise you're bad at a game.

my housemate watches such videos loudly in his bedroom. But it's the worst sort, all I can hear through the walls is ARRRGGH, OH MAAAH GOOD BROOOO BRO BRO BROOOO AAAHHHH WOOOOOOOO LOLOLOL BROOO"

Oh man I love my phones keyboard click.
TAKKATAKKATAKKATAKKA.

I just threw up on EVERYTHING.