The Drug-Addled Smoking Coconut Breakfast Boob

A fine day for macaroons, 100 micrograms of levoxythyroxine, coffee, and smokin' a pipe.

Donne's The Flea: A Love Poem!

THE FLEA
by John Donne

 MARK but this flea, and mark in this, 

How little that which thou deniest me is ;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, 

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be. 

Thou know'st that this cannot be said 

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ; 

      Yet this enjoys before it woo, 

      And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two; 

      And this, alas! is more than we would do. 

 O stay, three lives in one flea spare, 

Where we almost, yea, more than married are. 

This flea is you and I, and this 

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is. 

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met, 

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet. 

     Though use make you apt to kill me, 

     Let not to that self-murder added be, 

     And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. 

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since 

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? 

Wherein could this flea guilty be, 

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee? 

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou 

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now. 

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ; 

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me, 

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

Steve Sweeney and St. Paddy's Day in South Boston

For added fun, put on the closed captioning and watch the transcriber program wrestle with the Boston accent. And parking spaces really do get passed down from generation to generation. In fact, everything in this video accurately depicts South Boston on St. Patrick's Day.

Why I Support Obama

Damn right. Obama on 2012.

Three Amazing Videos: Death, Waves, and Wisdom

This is post #800. Yay for me.


Franz Reichelt, an inventor and falling mustache, managed to kill himself by trying to use a parachute suit that he made out of sticks and what looks like the heaviest material he could find. Reichelt wanted (apparently very strongly) to develop a suit for aviators that would convert them into Batman and allow them to survive a fall should they be forced to leave their aircraft. Initial experiments conducted with dummies dropped from the fifth floor of his apartment building had been successful, but he was unable to replicate those early successes with any of his subsequent designs. So for reasons that are unclear to everyone, On 4 February 1912, he decided to test one of his suits himself, thus proving that it is possible to be too confident. Way too confident.

 

 Next, we have massive waves in Lake Superior, smacking Duluth, Minnesota. It's beautiful and awesome. Enough said.

 

 And finally, I say something intelligent.