NotWavingButBunty’s Library – Users at Last.fm

Ξ October 30th, 2010 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


>10000 (woot!)

 

StumbleUpon – Etceteras web site reviews and blog

Ξ September 23rd, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Parapluie, People |

Stumbleupon Review of : http://etcetera.stumbleupon.com/

Both implicitly included, and explicitly excluded, Etcetera is logically beyond Russell's Paradox and empirically beyond the epistemology of most; and and and, also, mostly beyond the gamut :P.





happy (anti-belated) birthday.

 

voltairine.stumbleupon.com

Ξ October 13th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


Doesn't have any Ken MacLeod books listed in her profile, even though she does have a few by Iain M. Banks. This may or may not be a cause for suspicion, possibly she just prefers chairs to talking guns. A lot of people do.

 

LaBDSMs reviews

Ξ March 14th, 2007 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |




Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there

I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me

Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
Its like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, its like a dream
Let the choir sing

 

LightChasers reviews

Ξ December 1st, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


    l i g h t c h a s e r


    Elsie and I go way back, used ta have this sweet little operation running guns to the abstract expressionist rebels in the Danish mountains. We sent them guns, they would pay us in tulips and bacon which we would process and sell to the salted meat and flower junkies on the Campden streets. Like I said, it was a sweet little venture, everyone getting what they wanted and no one getting hurt. Except the people that got hurt, but hey, life is dangerous, even on the brightly lit legal side of the street you never know when you might stumble on a loose paving slab and twist an ankle, or have your body shredded in a hail of automatic gunfire. As the case may be.

    I remember one time we were at this sleezy bar in downtown Vinderup, there was stax cover band playing and we had a big deal going down that night. It was a hot and balmy night, the dusky danish dames were looking almost as attractive as the cool danish lager we were cooling down with. I remember that the band had just started a particularly melancholy rendition of dock of the bay, sad in a way that only scandanavian soul can be. Suddenly the doors blew in and there was tastlessly magenta smoke everywhere.

    It was a bust!

    My view of the door had been blocked by a panicked Danish broad with ample bosoms, after she sasheyed hurridely away I could see that it was a police raid. They were of course armed with the traditional haddock the Danepolis used instead of truncheons (naturally enough given that they were an island nation), while we were there armed only with twin mangnaported detonic automatics in my case, and Elsie with his lucky colt python, the one his great grand-daddy had killed his first wolf-man with.

    Well we were damn lucky to escape that night I can tell you, out fished and out numbered, the only thing that saved us was that the police knocked off at 5:30 sharp, as is the custom over there, and being that they were already in a pub they voted unanimously to make a night of it, we got the first round in, and they the rest, by the time they were meant to be restarting work the next morning none of us were really feeling like doing anything much at all. After some brief haggling it was decided that if we were to accept a ticket for double parking with intent, then they would forget all about the gun-running. This sounded good to us, especially as the guilt over my lack of parking skills did nag at me.

    Ah those were indeed, verily, and oh so ever so much; the days.

    Unfortunately not long after he discovered the joys of hand painting silk, the thrill of which made the day to day grind of international arms trading pall by comparison, and I had an extended date, with Ethyl. Ethyl Alcohol. So we sold out the few remaining shares of our business to Microsoft and went our seperate ways.

    hasta manyana baybEEE!

 

the-one-u-want.stumbleupon.com

Ξ July 20th, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |



t h e - o n e - w e - w a n t - b a c k

In her own woids...


I've decided to reactivate this temporarily dormant account in order to express my disdain for politically insensitive, not to mention extremely distateful avatars flaunted by several SUers on Stumbleupon.

Following the Lebanon/Israeli conflict, it seems no coincidence the amount of avatars reinforcing th Israeli/American alliance has significantly increased. Some have even taken it a step further by including animated gifs of the aforementioned flags with the slogan "the axis of good" written underneath. The intention of these avatars/gifs is obvious, and so its needless for me to elaborate any further.

And so, considering it's four in the morning and I'm NOT prepared to start ranting away with this already too-long notice - I'm signing off.

But I do hope this place realises that tolerance, and consideration for others wins over close-mindedness and extremism, because I can only see it getting worse if people fail to recognise this.


And anyway - why is political stance taken so seriously in the first place? There is a big difference between a keen interest in the subject - to regarding it as the only thing proving your identity and self-worth. I think it's unhealthy, obviously, and also because it causes terrible friction with people who may hold different views - but course: this is exactly what you want.


- making this rant completely pointless.



 

Bradleys reviews

Ξ July 14th, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


B r a d l e y
It was a dark and stormy night, or was it. this bradley is not a tank. Sometimes it was hard to tell, it rained, it rain-dead. this bradley is not a tank. Did I belong here? Did I belong anywhere? this bradley is not a tank.
Those were questions I was just going to have to find the answers to I guess.

It was a dark and stormy night. Or was it? this bradley is not a tank. The seventh seal had been broken.
The Seventh? Already? Time flew when we were having fun. Seems only yesterday we were slamming tequila. Tequila? Tequila! this bradley is not a tank.
In old Barcelona. It was time. this bradley is not a tank.

Time for what? Who knew?

Just time. this bradley is not a tank.

This Bradley Arrested Nicolas Fouquet.




 

dlaf.stumbleupon.com

Ξ July 7th, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |




D L A F




    A Selection of Popular Phrases with Certain Words Replaced With 'DLAF' in the Manner of Search Engine Spam.

    A DLAF a day keeps the doctor away. Ambassador with this DLAF you are spoiling us. Go to DLAF on an egg. Just DLAF it. How do you DLAF yours? There's more than one way to DLAF it. Don't cross the DLAFs. Give the dog a DLAF. DLAF is good for you. Think DLAF. Nine out of ten Tigerdragonbrands prefer DLAF. There can be only DLAF. Does exactly what it says on the DLAF. Veni Vidi DLAF. A DLAF by any other name would smell sweets. The ultimate DLAF machine. If Carlesberg made DLAFs, umm the export version would be stronger? No DLAF, no comment. Are you feeling DLAF, punk? (ooerrr). There once was a DLAF from Luton; who had never slept on a futon; one day on the range; this all suddenly changed; and now on her head there's a toucan. Reach out and DLAF someone. Ah! DLAF. You were only meant to DLAF the bloody doors off. A little dab'll DLAF you. It's DLAF time. In the year DLAFDLAF (why do I only have a really naff version of that song by someone called Zagar?) No DLAF no cry. Vosprung DLAF technic. Into every life a little DLAF must fall. (hmm I wonder if 'little' is a common adjective in advertising, if so why? answers on a postcard with a tenner to the Blue Peter Presenter Drugs fund - "You want us to raise YOUR kids? then buy us the good gear. [or the dog gets it])]). It's good to DLAF. "I know DLAF(u)!". I'd walk a DLAF for a camel. Australians wouldn't give an XXXX for DLAF (the barstards). Please don't squeeze the DLAF. The DLAF never sleeps. The DLAF that refreshes. Love football? Hate football? Everybody loves DLAF.

    Well ok, not everyone, some weirdos think she swears too frick'n much.

    "Foul mouthed woman! Evil!Evil! Slimy! LOLOLLO! about on hang, neighbours, popular show of TV staring now, I go now! neighbours watching must, mention popular did I? Use the farce look!"

    Personally I will never admit to being proud to be british (for anything less than about £500 [paypal is fine!]), but if I ever do it will be because the one thing we do share as an island nation is a rather unique sense of humour. Which she done gone got the 10 for one special on.

    To whit, she has enough class not just to take the piss, but to sell it back to you on ebay.

    Bargain!

    p.s. Dayam that was sacharine. Sorry.

 

prozacmilkshakes reviews

Ξ June 25th, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ Parapluie, People |



 

bgspur.stumbleupon.com

Ξ June 23rd, 2006 | → 0 Comments | ∇ People |


B g S p u r





      Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!

      And Welcome!

      Welcome!

      Welcome!

      To BgSpur's wonderful woman emporium!

      Select your woman by location, by age, by cutificiness!

      But be still your beating and excited hearts, for there is more!


      What you don't realise on initial purview of his masterful pages is that BgSpur is more than just a great categoriser of fetching femmes... and a consumate purveyor of tacky cyber sex requests... (an artist's impression of what one might look like)

      He is also a culinary genius!

      With a great stock of prime game kept on ice, in nice neat little bags, ready to be warmed and basted for your delection....

      All of course neatly labelled in the same almost obsessive compulsive style as his blog.


      dilemmas [arm]
      29 year-old woman
      Nashville, Tennessee, USA "

      MsBeccas [thigh]
      33 year-old single woman
      Everett, Washington, USA"

      missranis [leg]
      22 year-old woman
      Honolulu, Hawaii, USA "

      sbos [leg]
      29 year-old single woman
      Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA

      menthapiperita [breast]
      She was beautiful when she cried and begged me not to use the knife!


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