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Here's a short video that's part of an equally as short series that I made. It's about Amanda and Kyle. Totes in love.



Let me know what you think in the comments!

Seriously, nerds create the most awesome things in the world. For instance, a group of them hacked some Roombas and set up a program to recreate the classic Pac-Man arcade game. Inky, Pinky, Blinky, and Clyde all move independently with their own AI while chasing Pac-Man, who comes complete with pellet sucking eating abilities. They've even added in Pac-Man's little death spin after he gets hit by a ghost! Check out the video after the jump...

These are the kind of things that makes me think all those many, many, many years I've spent playing video games will eventually pay off in some sort of The Wizard-esque moment where I triumphantly vindicate myself from my mother's nagging.

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Okay so yeah, granted this little bitch deserved it for sending that horse some mad shade, but let's be honest here, horses can f-bomb a person up - and that's precisely why I stay away from those monsters.

I think it has to do with the fact that horses are so much bigger than I am, which makes me feel like I can't trust them. Why would I trust anything that's bigger than me? Substansh bigger. I'm not talking like Robert Wadlow bigger, that I can handle. Plus you can totes tell he was a pimp. I'm talking about eyeball-as-big-as-my-mouth-bigger. One swift kick to the face and I could be all fugged up. Or, maybe the horse just isn't feeling it and the next thing you know the beast Michelle Tanners me. Or, like in the video, it just gets pissy and chomps on my hair and gives me a toss. Not having it. I have a friend who had a horse bite his ear. They can't be trusted.



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I missed the whole Kristin Wiig reading Suzanne Somers' poetry from the other day and actually just watched it like an hour and a half ago. It was funny. But this is defs more my style. Kwiig's SNL cast member, Will Forte, has been tapped to take on Tommy Lee's memoir in a stirring rendition that recounts the time of Mr. Lee's life when he was dating Heather Locklear. As you might imagine, the writing is top notch.

This is how you cut a bitch on the field. I would totes watch soccer if it was like this...



thanks Laura and Mary

Last night was the second and thankfully final hour of The Real Housewives of Atlanta reunion special and it was basically what these unnecessary second hours have become. Why Bravo insists on making this two hours when most of the time aired is just Andy Cohen trying to suck the remaining dignity out of these tragic shells of Southern-Belles of alcohols past so that he can replenish his life source in order to stay on Bravo for a few more weeks.

Luckily, Kim Zolciak is basically an ever flowing fountain of leaky dignity waiting to be discovered by the conquistadors of Bravo's executive of programming. She put on her shiniest piece, stuffed herself into her strongest spanx, and strutted out on stage in front of all of her best friendemons to perform her amazing hit single and the official jam of fall 2009, Tardy for the Party.

Let me prep you before you watch this... angels descended from heaven and created this performance with their bare golden angel hands tentacles? and made sure the internet was blessed with wonderful for at least another weekend. Enjoy!

It's been a long, long time since I've done a Friday Feline Find, so I figured I'd bring it back with this one. Srsly, this thing is like crushed up nightmares muddled with a bad Halloween costume and an acid trip laced with anthrax all washed down with a bottle of fear.

I'm not sleeping tonight.


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Meth is bad.



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I've really only been watching The Ruins half-brained and usually on the verge of falling asleep so I can't really even tell you what's going on this season. To be completely honest, I don't really understand the game either because no matter who which team ends up winning I think it's steroids versus partial birth abortions this time around two members from each team still have to compete in the ruins. I thought losers went home. Guess that got boring.

Anyway, below is a gif of the only entertaining thing that happened the entire episode. Well, minus a bunch of pole humping - which isn't even as exciting as it sounds.

Why does this bronze statue of Mr. Rogers, recently unveiled in Pittsburgh, look like it was made out of a bunch human turds that were char-grilled to a nice a crispy exterior with a warm and corny center?

This is Mr. Rogers after all, friend of every child, wearer of sweaters, and hater of dress shoes in the house. It's not some crusty sh*t monster meant to terrorize.

I can't look at this thing and not think that a giant went number two on a campfire and this is what happened. Celebrate!


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