Showing posts with label dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dancing. Show all posts

Breaking even badder



Well Breaking Bad is over, and now my only hope is that Agents of Shield turns out to be as good.

HAHAHAHAHA, whew. OK. wow, I cant believe I actually typed that out.

Ah well, the sad part is that there will now be at least one hundred more shows trying to grab the glory that was BB.

(I'm looking at you, Low Winter Sun) 

After watching that last episode, I wanted to take a shower, for feeling like that guy was the hero, and for having hoped that he somehow lived through it all.


Also Pluto is still a planet. I am sticking by that until my last breath.

Dancing with the Scientists



To my knowledge, Bill Nye has never thrown acids or bases at another person. Even for experimental purposes. I mean look at this guy.

He simply extrudes charisma.

Reality Television Blues


Sorry for the interruption of regular broadcasts. I ran into a bit of troubles in the family. Having sick folks around makes for a busy Raleigh. Also, work has been a bit busy, so I have been lunching at my desk more often than not, to keep up with the incoming problems of my co-workers.
OK, enough whining.

So, how are you? Doing well, I hope. Glad to see you again. What's that?

Oh no, that's just my fantastic mustache. You know, for Movember. My little way of showing support for cancer research, in lieu of having the money to finally defeat it. By the way, if you like you can go here and donate to the national cancer society. Those guys have mad science running twenty four seven. Just think, we might get this thing destroyed. How cool would that be?