mcnasty filth

you ever see something that just made your face scrunch up as you say, "now that... that's just mean"? check out this mark (*shrugs* iunno why it's called that either) from an Australian rules football game:

doesn't that just make you wanna do this?

that's from Australian rules football, which, like rugby, is played without pads in countries where millionaires and billionaires don't piss and moan about who gets what percentage of the billions of dollars they make playing a game! and also that was an epic run on sentence! well lets hope this season in the NFL produces an epic moment or two like that. I'll let CM Punk tell you how i feel about the lockout:

when will we get...

i've gone back to black today. as i can not allow myself to only say goodbye with words, i dedicate this post to the memory of ms. Amy Winehouse: one of my personal favorite ladies.

kame.. .ha... mE... HADOUKEN!!!!!!!!

So yesterday I got blown up. Not in that slang, "they keep blowing me up", kinda way. I mean going up in flames, towering inferno blown up. I mean goodness gracious great ball of fire. I mean intense heat and concussive pressure blown up. I'm saying it was literal.

Now I don't wanna put to much on it -- this isn't one of those post near-death experience posts -- but it does make me think. It didn't scare me. You know, beyond the initial 'hadouken! Duck!!' reaction.

it's quite a reaction.

But there was no lingering sense that I had been in real danger. There wasn't a Richard Pryor, "when that fire hit yo' ass" moment of clarity. I laughed it off picked up my phone (I'd dropped it on account of the yoga flame in my face) and went on to cook a meal and a quite good one @ that. A day later you'd never know anything went down. But I have had time to reflect, and this is what I've come to: that cold have been a lot worse. I could have been burned, the grill could have literally exploded instead of just producing a fireball (the red one. That Ken threw in Turbo by pressing HP. It set the other guy on fire.), this post could be from a hospital bed instead of my bathroom, or worse I could be gone. So what do I do oh this pseudo second chance? Iunno, y'all. I don't know. Stay posted, drewninites...

also, mario fireballs