Condensed, compressed and condescended

Nyquil as fuck. Snottastic day. Sleep now. via Facebook
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So a couple years back, my favorite cousin went tits up. Among the jewels of his music collection was this phantom records compilation album featuring the Vatican Commandos… then fronted by a young gentleman who went on to make himself a name in electronic music as MOBY.

Music history, kids. via Facebook
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That thing where your brain glitches and confuses two similar names:

Sometimes, you end up IDing Mark E. Smith as the front man for The Cure.

And then you realize that would be AMAZING. via Facebook
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That thing where, you see a picture of some one and it gets filed away in your head somewhere… and sometime later, you read a a book, and that picture becomes the character you visualize.

I just ran across that picture. It seems that in my head, Miles Vorkosigan is basically Mikhail Kalashnikov. via Facebook
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Carrie Fisher’s response to the slave-Leia thing is brilliant, but, as a New Englander, I found the Hoth uniform way sexier. via Facebook
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Tandoori chicken pizza is a very good thing. via Facebook
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