Say what you will about the Monkees, but this song kicks your ass:

My boyfriend’s co-worker had a stoke/seizure/??? which through an odd series of events caused my boyfriend and I to have tickets to a play about a gay baseball player’s coming out story which supposedly features full frontal nudity


So what if I have a final exam and a paper due tomorrow morning for a class


Dude, check out this Wondermints cover of “Porpoise Song” over the footage from “Head”:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7SNl-7lPbHM

It’s beautiful

this sounds like the plot to a lousy (and moderately NSFW) webcomic


To be fair, while the Monkees performed the original, it was written by Carole King. But it is a beautiful song, no doubt about that.

You’d think that by the time someone is a junior in college they’d be smart enough not to start their 12 page research paper before 12 hours before it is due.

You’d be wrong.

Little kids aged less than 4 give me the shits; life would be good if I could be cryogenically frozen until they are all older than 8.

You’d also think that a senior would be smart enough not to turn in an entire article from the New Yorker as his portion of a group-based senior thesis on immigration law.

The shit really hits the fan the professor, who is the head of the department, fails to recognize the plagiarism and passes the paper on to the dean of the college because he was so impressed with it.

Did the article include any of the New Yorker’s signature umlauts over successive vowels (e.g. preĂ«mpt, coöperative)?

I am 39 years old, and I still don’t know why the fuck I am here. And its killing me.

Because you’re here. Roll the bones.

I like that in the Swedish Church, gay marriage is allowed, but you can be refused if you want your father to lead you to the altar.

Why does it happen?

We are a fluke of the universe. We’re here, then we’re gone. It’s as simple as that.

In a few decades, you’ll be dead. In a few centuries, no one will know any of us existed. In a few billion years, the sun will overheat and destroy everything mankind ever did, and will do.

To quote Vonnegut, so it goes.

There is no higher meaning, no reward for dying. Just live as well as you can and try to deal with the fact that your life is, more or less, meaningless.

Who do we see about giving Acid the “Ray of Sunshine” title?

In the Rush discography of life, Acid is Snakes & Arrows. ;)

Happy happy!!!

Oh no, now he’s gone and turned into Test for Echo. RUN

I’m not sure you’re appreciating all the miracles around us, like giraffes and rainbows. Cheer up!