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Computer in transit across country at the moment. Lengthier posts and less worthless videos to follow its arrival.

Two white horses fell in the mud.

I'm beginning to go insane.

Pretty much

Don't look at me, I don't make this shit.

There's a fifth window at night

UFC 63 is tonight. I have to take the 109 bus all the way to the airport and then the 212 all the way to Henderson to get to a bar that's showing it. Here's to still having no internet and no TV. Eh, it blows. And I'll be on the bus and walking back from the 109 stop at night. Here's to hoping I get home without getting stabbed too many times.

I've become quasi-obsessed with the new musical piece done by BT. You can check it out here. I walked to and tried no less than four stores to obtain a copy, but to no avail.

Hang on, I'll find you all a weird picture. That's really what you came here for, isn't it. I'm still at war with question marks, p.p.s.



Yeah, what is going on there. Atomic pushup maybe.

I'm really beginning to despise the library.

The CCL is insufficient

One Dream. Four Jamaicans. Twenty Below Zero.



-Focker out.

Oh that's right, Shania...

Basically my favorite fighter of all time, Mirko 'CroCop' Filipovic, won the Open Weight GP last night. I was flippin' ecstatic for him.

Check this shit out.

Here's the intro to the final fight:



And here's the actual fight itself if you're interested.