Screw this video
I seriously had a case of anxiety watching this. I felt…..fear…and I was safe and sound on my
well-grounded couch. These guys,
they have no fear
So Stanley “Artgerm” Lau (who is really quite the talented
illustrator) makes this picture of Elsa
from “Frozen” which was really very much an excellent movie and I highly
recommend you go see it cause it’s been running for like ever so it has to be
somewhere for you to see it
Here’s the pic
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| Shes so cold she hawt |
Anyway, the thing that really got to me concerning this
excellent picture by this excellent artist was the excellent mother fucking hair
she’s rocking. Seriously, even if I wasn’t
doing the q- bald shuffle this is seriously bad ass hair. I would kill that animated Elsa chick for her
hair. I would shave her dead head balds
and staple it to my own smooth scalp with an INDUSTRIAL stapler and then…I'd go head banging. Yes my friend I would bang my head. If I had hair like this, I would stand on top
of a the tallest building in NY and I would head bang nice and slow with my
glorious hair swinging in the wind like some blonde dragon of norse mythology and
the people of the earth would all gather at my feet and we would all head bang
together listening to Dio’s “Last in Line” and the world would be torn asunder by
the epic-ness of out hardcore hair fueled head bang-along of hellishness.
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| It is a beautiful dream |
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| I don't who this is...but they are winning!!!! |
Snowgloves now has a grrrrl friend (that he met on OKcupid
after being on it for like…20 min so fuck him if he says no one likes him{totally
not bitter}) who has yet to earn a slightly dismissive name on my blog yet and
we ate the aforementioned pizza of doom with her just last night. So Snowgloves is once again in the ranks of
the dating and my long lasting theory that if one of us is single than the
other must be dating someone has final been crushed, unless, my new grrrlfried
who shall now be known asssss……… Witcoonub (if you can possibly figure out what
that name means I will give you 100 dollars…seriously) decided to just break up
with me out of nowhere then…my theories will be confirmed and I will be proven
right again. Which I suppose is some small
solace for the fact that I will have had to return to sad singledom. Also man did you see that terribly written
run on sentence I just made….go me!!
To expound upon a point previously made, if I did return to
singledom…I think I’d be done. While relationships
are very nice and it’s fairly neat to have a grrrl who likes you and wants to
be with you…the amount of time engaged in looking for this said magical
creature was really bothersome and lame.
It took a long time, was chock full of rejection and ….made me realize
that I’m not really as desirable as my staggering ego of the ages had led me to
believe (and it was staggering). I believe at one point in my younger years I decidedly
declared myself one of the beautiful people.
A beautiful person with terrible hygiene perhaps, but at least I was wondrous
to look at from afar. This is not so. I …am merely …average. And that’s a painful point concede. So im not gonn do it anymore...cause I am an ADULT!! I do what I want. If I am
to be single again at some point in my future, I think I’ll just learn to deal
with it. But let’s hope that doesn’t happen
though shall we.
Also congrats Snowgloves, you’re …..Dating. We all have the feels yo’
As mentioned in my previous blog if someone responded I'd
take the time out of my life to talk about my relationship and low and behold someone
did indeed respond. It is also my grrrlfriend
Witcoonub (which is a much less flattering name the blumoonsprite her online
nom de plume). My relationship with her
is we are THE DATING. Which means I spend
lots of money on her and unlike when I do it to other people I don’t really
mind or am filled with some growing need to murder their parents to get my cash
back. And that my friend is true romance Rayphoton style. More than overcoming my
inherent cheapness however is her ability to actually listen to my prattling parade of witless
witticisms and actually dredge up the ability to convincingly laugh at
them. That…that is dedication and love
people. The kind of dedication people who
explode bombs on their chests or have to win chess matches against robots have. Respect it
She also brings me cake.
And while it’s pretty terrible for my waistline…it does wonders for my
taste buds. Cause seriously….motherfucking cake!!! Amiright?
I think I’ll keep this chick around for a while……
Age Quod Agis
