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Day 11-12-13
York Minster is quite a building. Seems they had to dig up the foundations in the 70s to reinforce the sagging main support piles with concrete, and in so doing dug up the old Norman and Roman sites ( Read more... ) -
Dancin' Fool, in 4mm
Oh good grief.
Since when are spiders allowed to be this adorable?
ETA, courtesy of bouncyballparty:
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And Tiny Engines of Digital Fascism For All!
I don't normally get too wound up about Xbox live themes and avatar items (Mass Effect excepted), but the Tron stuff looks kind of fun, especially the theme.
And I... want a little Recognizer pretty damn bad. It's SO CUTE. -
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Gotta love how brains work. I go to bed stressed. While I'm asleep, my brain notices that I'm anxious about something. Got all those exotic stress chemicals floating around in my blood. Seeing as I'm comfortably asleep, it has to invent a justification for me to be anxious. Thus, I dream about having a car (a shitty, old hatchback that looks like ( Read more... ) -
Why I Like My Comm
There's something magical about the fact that we can have a 100+ comment thread on whether or not you like character A, and despite wildly different opinions, there's no bashing, fighting or inanity. -
His Feral Instincts
I love Hark! A Vagrant so much.
It's not exactly fashionable to like Wolverine anymore, but I have a soft spot for the pointy old lump, not the least of which because he's one of the only Canadian superheroes who doesn't have to wear a mountie hat, have bitten by a beaver, or have the maple leaf stapled to his nipples. -
Iconography
From metaraymek:
1. Reply to this post with the word PIRATES and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including this info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never ending cycle of icon glee.
( Icons ahoy! ) -
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It's 24 degrees in my living room and nice and dry.
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*hissssssss*
Predator, then Aliens, then Predator 2. A whole afternoon of non-stop muscles, milSF chest-pounding banter, guns, gritty tech and the two most gloriously badass alien nasties in cinema.
A quiet Saturday with perhaps the best background noise TV to write Mass Effect to? I'm thinkin'.