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When will this threat finally be addressed by the government?

She forgives him. O_O And this is why we can’t get nowhere as a species.

Bear kills man.

Your friend decides that your new nickname is “honey badger” and when you say “why?”, he says “google honey badger don’t care.”

And then you see this:

Congratulations, you have just been Dawn Summers for five minutes.

You’re welcome!

Man fraternizing with the enemy gets attacked.

Ironically, some of the creatures native to that environment made Chase pay dearly for his 25-mile traverse across fabled Monterey Bay.

“I’m, like, ‘Come on guys, I’m trying to help here,’ ” he said of a massive swarm of jellyfish that rose to the surface and threatened to thwart his epic odyssey.

Let that be a lesson for all of you.

News Reporter goes Crazy!! Funny as hell!

JP | MySpace Video

When the birthday season ends, Dawn Summers vanishes for a bit. She must restore the ratio of hermit isolation to attention whoring. Nothing absolute, just cutting way back on the blogging, texting, tweeting, emailing, facebooking, and leaving my house-ing.

As always, I had a great birthday season. Reading this post reminded me how lucky I am to know all most of you.

But after something like five sustained weeks of the birthday season, I am even sick of myself, so we’re Desmond Tutu-ing for a bit…probably till September. Unless the Mets overtake first place in the NL…hahaha, yeah, so September.

Don’t worry, I’ve already lined up an all-star team of Poetry Wednesday guest bloggers and I’m sure Libearace will post some more production numbers. He is one talented bear. And I’ll still be your expert source on animals trying to kill us.

As for Dawn, she’ll be hibernating/hanging out with young Sammy and the people who, even when they are sick of her, are tethered to her by blood. Poor bastards. She’ll also be catching up on her movie watching and filmchaw blogging (I met the one person who reads my reviews!) Blockbuster has been all cocky these last two months, we must put it back in its place. That place being bankruptcy.

I’ve got a toddler birthday, a trip or two to AC, huffing my Droid X power source and ill-advised emotional cutting to occupy my time. Plus, a shit ton of books to get through. Angela gives quizzes. (Speaking of which, do you want to read with us? Join our invisible internet friends bookclub…no, not you, but you? Get on over here and grab a virtual beanbag.)

Enjoy the radio silence…while you can, cause it will soon be followed by lots and lots of…

GO RIOTS!

And now, for your moment of Zen…

Somebody get me the Octomom on the phone!

via www.twitter.com/kenwheaton

I had lunch with my Indian-from-India co-workers today. And one told a story about being mugged by monkeys of her lunch as a girl at boarding school. I jump in with “did they take your ipod too”? Then my other white guy co-worker goes “no, the monkeys in India are no joke!” And he tells me about this story!

THE MONKEYS TOTALLY MURDERED THAT GUY!!

Where is Ken Wheaton and his youtube videos now?

Um…yeah, that pretty much sums it up.