900 FREE GAMES?!? IS THIS REAL LIFE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

that's not a typo. you can drop everything you're doing RIGHT NOW and play around 900 classic arcade titles in your web browser even if you don't have the time to DIY your laptop into the ultimate home arcade! the good people over at the internet archive have along with the folks at JSMESS taken on the task of preserving these classic titles for posterity, and most of them are in good working order! all you need to get your dig dug or galaga on is:

• a computer;
• an internet connection; and
• the desire to be awesome and not a n00b

by virtue of being in the drewniverse right now you meet 2 of the qualifications. the only question is, do you dare to be awesome and not a n00b? i know i do. for the non-n00bs, in order to run the gmaes in browser just click the "run" link under the pic in the top right corner.

right there

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go.... uhh...  water my dog.... *goes to the internet arcade*

ps, here's the link for the real mvps

The Return of the Drewms

Had this dream last night that my dad and I were at our old house (all my "home" dreams use my childhood home as the setting). The crazy, in-your-dreams, part was that we are insurgents at war with some invading alien threat that had taken over a neighboring island (mind you to get to the closest island to my childhood home you gotta drive 4+ hours to the coast. so there's that) so we're at home putting together our guerrilla war kit -- just the essentials: missiles and rockets, launch codes, tactical computer, and cookout tent because, you know, it might rain -- when my big sis shows up to go to the cookout, oh yeah, there was a cookout at some undisclosed location that the rest of the fam was going to. This is an important plot point. so she shows up to go to the cookout, but she unintentionally blocks my car with hers! I'm all, "hey, tryna blow up some aliens, here". so she moves the car. But another car blocks me in! We wind up switching cars. My dad and I are driving, and I assume we've already completed our mini shock and awe mission because we're in my college town. Also it's no longer my dad, but my roommate and we're looking for food. so we stop at this taco bell, and before going in a notice that my folks' car is across the street at this other restaurant. "Eff taco bell" I think to myself as I head over to the restaurant. Once inside, my peeps behaved add if they hadn't Seen me in a while, suggesting either that my mission ran afoul and pops and I had to make ourselves scarce for awhile, or reality had stated to creep in and I'd just been in school (considering roomie was there, the latter is most likely). after not eating and going outside it became apparent that I was now for no reason in this vacation town that I made up in my head. Also it was much earlier than it had been when I went into the restaurant. Just before waking,  the dream jump cut to this childhood "memory" (it was only a memory for dream me) of this time when my neighborhood in the vacation city, because you always stay in a neighborhood when you vacation,  flooded with crystal clear water and the adults and big kids all rode jet skis everywhere. The memory was brought on by the fact that the rain from the beginning of the dream caused the ground to flood with crystal clear water, and ironically we all started riding on jet skis. the moral of this story is don't watch " Starship Troopers" before bed.

luscious' late nite creep: brotherhood edition

no long intro tonight, y'all. luscious got a lil  tender ronie in the other room waitin to give him a eucalyptus rub down... and if i'm lucky the ending will be a joyful one, nah'm sayin? so sit back and enjoy some positivity. now if you excuse me, i'm just positive *hee hee* that i left the rubbin oils and aroma candles in the cabinet. i gotta get set up y'all. enjoy!

1L year according to drew... and wordle

i cannot put into words the trials and tribulations a first year law student goes through. it is without a doubt the most awesome horrible thing that any person of moderate intelligence can ever put them self through. as i said i can't put it into words, but i can use the words i put it in during the year to make awesome wordle's with! so without further ado: 1L year in wordle form!!!!

civ pro
 

contracts

criminal

intro to admin

legal writing


property


torts


transnational law

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.

2 days in march: the official DIUU tachikoma

dook university prof. miguel nicolelis has been making striking breakthroughs in bio-neurological technologies. with his research, it will soon be possible for humans to conquer physical limitations by linking your mind to mechanical apparati! He's already perfected the "monkey-moving-a-robot-with-only-his-thoughts" conundrum (mankind will be sure to thank you for the robomonkey insurrection that's all but assured now) in fact, there are hopes that this research will allow disabled people who have lost the ability to use their limbs a new lease on life! naturally we here at DIUU, being of both monetary and intellectual means, were well ahead of the curve! therefore we were wondering when tachikomas were going to be available to the public!

 what's a tachikoma? well, i'm glad you asked! a tachikoma is a sentient battle tank, personal assistant and all around bad ass transport device, in other words a literal "think tank". it's the only thing i know of that can help you study for a test, get you there on time, AND kick that kid who steals your lunch money's ass. it's that awesome. here's how one looks:

 

awesome, right? that's just the basic, or "true blue", model. here's ours terrorizing old guys and kittens on a boardwalk:

 you read the title, right

want one? i know you do. we have three. tres. trois. here's our battle ready edition:

note the camouflage and the sensible muted black lettering, perfect for staying incognito while blowing stuff up! oh yeah, we got a sweet yellow and black sports edition complete with official DIUU barcode decal, because why the hell not?

well, that's it. our tachikoma collection. literally sunk our entire fortune into it, but, F*** YOU! we've got three now! us 1, reasonable spending and wealth management 0. til next time...

it's holiday time

it's your mistletoe nympho, luscious, spreading a little hot buttered holiday cheer all over your hot cross christmas buns. as my gift to you i went out, in my finest peruvian alpaca sweater, to the deepest depths of the interweb. i came from that with another luscious nog of awesome. time to curl up under your handwoven quilt next to a wood fire with a nice spiced holiday drink. without further ado, my gift to you.... unforgivable

the reason why we sing

as your DARK leader, i am required to occasionally provide you, the DARKling, with a small token of my apreciation. this usually comes in the form of some brief piece of unabridged awesomeness i haphazardly happened upon in my many travels. well, the following may just be the most unabridged piece of unabridged awesomeness ever to come from a subsidiary of an evil multibillion dollar multinational entertainment conglomerate. behold:

what dreams may come

the melony sweet heavenly peep is back! luscious here with another life affirming '80s jam to brightening your otherwise blah day.just because luscious never sleeps, usually thanks to some succulent little young tender ronie, doesn't mean i don't want you to curl up on some crushed velvet and satin sheets for a few "sweet dreams". so i present to you the eurythmics!

RIP: Spider "Long Legs" Webster 20??-2010

oh, faithful readers, this is a sad day. we have lost one of the silent defenders of our hominid realm against the invading insectoid hoard. as i, DARK, was showering post-training a series of events occurred that circumstantially led to the untimely demise of the great arachnoid hero, Spider "Long Legs" Webster. as i retracted the shower curtain i noticed a small object fall to the shower floor. i realized it was too massive and, well, alive to be a rogue hair, so i searched the area and found our hero fighting valiantly against the barrage of pressurized and artificially heated water plummeting from a source unknown to him. perhaps some vengeful god had marked him for death. perhaps clouds can form indoors and rain on you. how should he know? he's a spider! well despite the tempest surrounding him, he managed to claw his way to apparent safety. i, seeing his will to live, decided to move from his path, because i was unaware what he would've needed to do to live, but i knew what he was gonna do: live. and god help whoever was trying to prevent him from doing it! alas, in my act of self preservation i bumped an old bottle of hippie conditioner. this sent the bottle plummeting. i imagine that at this time, everything was moving in slow motion for Spider: focused and valiant, our hero fights the torrent, his situation seems ever more futile with each passing moment, yet his arachnid resolve growing with each ill-fated swipe of the leg. only now, with survival tantalizingly close does he look up and notice the white and orange monolith to human vanity descending upon him. ever the spider's spider in life, i imagine that at this point he looked down, smiled and said something profound and affirming under his breath, and like bill murray at the end of 'lost in translation', i'm certain it was just right. (under the same circumstances, my offering would have been more like this). our hero Spider Webster, lost his life in a moment of such serendipitous awesome that i had no choice but to immortalize him on this blog. that picture at he beginning of this eulogy of sorts is of his final resting place upon the label of the monolith (kubrickian innit?) my, friends, the awesome sauceness and tragedy of his passing is outshined only by the excellent life he lived. a veteran of the arachno-hornet war, he made his name by webbing and draining over 30 hornets during the famed battle of 2 houses down and 1 street over. he was awarded the spidra medal of valor, the arachnid equivalent to the human medal of honor. after his honorable discharge, he retired to my bathroom, where his awesomeness continued. he has left hundreds of would be pests hollow and digested in his wake thus earning the repuation of being the pestcide with a pulse of the DARKlair. his contributions to my non-bug prblem cannot be overstated and he shall be sorely missed. so rest in peace, Spider "Long Legs" Webster. you're controlling God's pest problem now!

life enriching material from your friends at diuu

i know your big wheel of sex appeal doesn't usually lay down hot buttered goodness on you in such short succession. i know it's even more rare for the deacon of deliciousness to erect two pillars of life enriching eFarfegnugen two days in a row. but baby girls, i have no choice. it's my pleasure to present to you satin wrapped orange dreamsicle, this lace front yakki vid, this sugar coated eye pastry, this, this... oh just watch. men without hats. safety. dance. now if you excuse me, i'm gonna go exfoliate. enjoy!

the holy grail

lAWD LAWD LAWD, ladies, your banana nut love muffin, luscious, has a very special announcement just for y'all. well, i guess you can bring your mens with you, too. that's right, this thing i have for you this evening is more important than a champagne filled hot tub with two sexy brazillian ladies. it's hotter than a chai mint latte with just a hint of raspberry. it's more luxurious than a seaweed wrap after a milk bath. it's more incredible than a rosemary and lemon oil rub down on a persian rug in your villa on the riviera with the venetian blinds up so you can smell the fresh croissant perfumed air. baby, i have found the holy grail of eVid's for y'alls viewing pleasure. i've found, now brace yourself and try not to scream to loud, but i have found... the gat damn JUGGERNAUT BITCH!!!! whoo, this is to much for me! if you'll excuse me, imma take me a tea tree oil shower and lay down on my goose down pillow with the silk sheets and burn some of this black love. y'all enjoy!

the anticipatory blog

ok, bitches, this here blog isn't real a blog at all. i know what you're thinking.... let me explain. ya see, on my previous blog (the still active, if unutilized, myspace page) there was this tradition where every year i would announce who the worlds greatest fuck-ups were. i called it the fuck-up of the year award. well, guess what bitches? i'm bringing it to DIUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! try to contain your euphoria. not sure when i'll have my list finished for last year but it should be coming soon....


ps, since the decade ended guess what else is coming? the (wait for it) FUCK-UP OF THE DECADE AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gasp* spaz now if you please...

speaking of duncan v. kobe...

i had to present the awesomeness that was their sprite commercial:

Sprite - Kobe Bryant and Tim Duncan - 1998
by GarfieldFan2000

yes, that was none other than the misdemeanor herself! all is right with the world now. you're welcome.