- Don’t watch
- Don’t listen
- Don’t tell
- Don’t shoot the president
- Don’t go trying to create viral memes just because it puts off working 🙂
(img b0rked)Goose, duck, and hen eggs fluorescing under ultraviolet light.
It occured to me that I could use the the PC case UV light I have kicking around to try this. It was only after working out a greatly detailed plan in all its intricacies, including digging through the garage for an old case, taking the power supply out, fudging some sort of switch for it etc… in order to give me a portable UV light that I could take into the kitchen, that it dawned on me that it might in fact be easier to bring an egg here.
I really need to get myself one of those motivational posters, to remind me, that every now and then.. it can be quite a good idea to think inside the box. y’know. 😀
After Things, and Junk, Stuff is probably my most favourite subject in the whole wide world!
The title of this site is rather misleading however, most of my Stuff doesn’t actually work (how was I to know that standing on a scanner to get something off a shelf was a bad idea???).
I have written the site editors a stern email pointing this out, and to insist that they change the name of the site to something more suitable, such as howthestuffthatiscurrentlyworkingworkseventhoughsomestufflikescannerswithbrokenglass-
dontworkatallandhavebeenchuckedinthebinalready.com or similar.
Ostriches: Famed throughout the known world for having the best Music Hall routines of any of the order Struthioniformes.
(and just before any pedant out there feels the need to point out that it is in fact the only member of the orer struthioniformes, well that is something I am already aware of. Thank you anyway though! 🙂 )
I mean for the love of JEFF!
THEY‘RE COMING OUT OF THE FREAKING
WALLS!!!!!
at me now.
GAO MENG AH!!!! GAO MENG AH!!!!
😀
…the sacherine-pretty, vapid, yet ultimately innocent starlets violently butchered…
…The truly talented ones whose gift to humanity he had cut brutally short for a few scant dollars…
It welled up inside cedric — raw emotion like capped volcanic flow, hot, hot, burning and unremitting in its inhuman pressure; causing him to fall into deep nihilistic self-loathing.
He could only hope that sleep would bring some surcease to his tormented madness, and not the tidal waves of blood that more often flooded his dreams in vast pitiless torrents…