tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41477395378795891592024-03-13T15:59:27.193+11:00Here's Leering At YouShining examples of humankind's capacity to reach out to one another.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-9394483806616054782010-08-26T22:23:00.002+10:002010-09-02T19:22:35.471+10:00It... Stings The Nostrils<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB57XE72PZ5gEfqEKI0f6dZcCfMh7vlBivIjKxEVYpfIOciQGmZDrNNG2-5XM_iFNCrijgmVzYOh1mbvjh83IJRFldNITawnwIvY6sywRP_5ilgfRBnMAeTqRh3g6FHv4ph0-CWiAOb4Y/s1600/0503_001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB57XE72PZ5gEfqEKI0f6dZcCfMh7vlBivIjKxEVYpfIOciQGmZDrNNG2-5XM_iFNCrijgmVzYOh1mbvjh83IJRFldNITawnwIvY6sywRP_5ilgfRBnMAeTqRh3g6FHv4ph0-CWiAOb4Y/s400/0503_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509693133553644514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One can only assume there is a very specific set of fetishes all converging at once for this person. Some kind of punk/<span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">rhinotillexomania/voyeurism combination. The online community for that is small but dedicated.<br /></span></span>Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-19456536896590095102010-08-26T22:04:00.008+10:002010-09-02T19:24:59.627+10:00Can't Train All The Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKq4FkjwFd1Oqwn36-swe1S9UcGyxXbhzgt_xa8gOlhG8JOWKr6vNdE2XaM7WqleEjqBH5y6SjfV2IreYo7zwuHMWcRIrpP3Qsl-FaWgYFL9Suc4ErbxZhIXNzrdDlsE6Qs_Maejqvaws/s1600/0488_001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKq4FkjwFd1Oqwn36-swe1S9UcGyxXbhzgt_xa8gOlhG8JOWKr6vNdE2XaM7WqleEjqBH5y6SjfV2IreYo7zwuHMWcRIrpP3Qsl-FaWgYFL9Suc4ErbxZhIXNzrdDlsE6Qs_Maejqvaws/s400/0488_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509688967174279602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've been racking my brains over this and I can't see any way for it to be a metaphor. Steve is actually talking to a crow, right? What could possibly make you want to ask out a crow?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6a337nSekbWHWw0wUtJPMZ8bJOFkDmt7DBrJeTpDHqpiFOG1LfRS9BznrDtFwZBAjt7Vv9qkUcNCmvDjVNePPfvIzp5OAxrq26l9T7s-hZhGd9Y7Hfjq02tV-1t09emHnat30lB2luk/s1600/Crow-med.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6a337nSekbWHWw0wUtJPMZ8bJOFkDmt7DBrJeTpDHqpiFOG1LfRS9BznrDtFwZBAjt7Vv9qkUcNCmvDjVNePPfvIzp5OAxrq26l9T7s-hZhGd9Y7Hfjq02tV-1t09emHnat30lB2luk/s400/Crow-med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509690873866755922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, fair enough.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-86466984804631496092010-08-10T16:02:00.003+10:002010-08-10T18:11:26.415+10:00Don't Call It A Comeback<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrVSFPJopP6HhWo9njiwLm6FmVzdOGNIwnIjamky_KwC4mZKTnWPGu33eX6q7pNLgz2kKBbjW4Ow_lg2bnQKiGHWmRiZ5sugBibc4WjqZvQoGZ4ExETPhJ9s9f2shgTJfn03xwAkR3s8/s1600/pikachoose.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqrVSFPJopP6HhWo9njiwLm6FmVzdOGNIwnIjamky_KwC4mZKTnWPGu33eX6q7pNLgz2kKBbjW4Ow_lg2bnQKiGHWmRiZ5sugBibc4WjqZvQoGZ4ExETPhJ9s9f2shgTJfn03xwAkR3s8/s400/pikachoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503657633209019362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It'd have to be a Pokemon one to pull me out of retirement, wouldn't it? Now I'm not that old, but I'm old enough to remember when people would quote The Simpsons episode where Lisa gets Ralph a card that said "I choo-choo-choose you" instead of friggin' Pokemon. In other words, get off my damn lawn.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l5HI3BVTG0SykFu9VXx7mZRMCfkixVhnR1eb9tFB8iUEtFkEDvkkqhqAoW9r0_avjPY8bauj9NK94DN4fMXWzR1yHlib_8Vl-2K4Cj0xH-ebJbYzuc5cXq734aLS64sHJyj-fqYEFMQ/s1600/raita.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1l5HI3BVTG0SykFu9VXx7mZRMCfkixVhnR1eb9tFB8iUEtFkEDvkkqhqAoW9r0_avjPY8bauj9NK94DN4fMXWzR1yHlib_8Vl-2K4Cj0xH-ebJbYzuc5cXq734aLS64sHJyj-fqYEFMQ/s400/raita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503676900598956482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I do like the honest ones. You're hot, in a creepy way - pretty much sums up Here's Looking At You, don't it?<br /><br />Now look, I know I was gone for over a year, and I'm not gonna pretend that everything's gonna be regular posting from now on, because let's face it, it's a blog, and we've all done the whole "whoops, haven't gotten around to posting"/"whoops, haven't updated in ages"/"whoops, got abducted for a year" thing. What I can promise is that I will continue to post like the negligent father I have always been - one day I'll blog about going for a pack of cigarettes and never come back.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-88403804282513723162009-07-14T22:16:00.000+10:002009-07-14T22:17:32.866+10:00Well, At Least You're Honest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_M6vMH70YwsDEgW1sZJSW5zfrfKVQIJ1S5wkWeVWNQZT-uL_vytTSYwEvDCwoExXzZqX7b9X2kLbmtyIi8-NZV6u73CCh9Fnsin1-SKAU3YH_S7PlCfpCdehK17lZ1ax6_SdZLz15i8/s1600-h/uberstalker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_M6vMH70YwsDEgW1sZJSW5zfrfKVQIJ1S5wkWeVWNQZT-uL_vytTSYwEvDCwoExXzZqX7b9X2kLbmtyIi8-NZV6u73CCh9Fnsin1-SKAU3YH_S7PlCfpCdehK17lZ1ax6_SdZLz15i8/s400/uberstalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356278445614393650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Almost? ALMOST? Let's run through the list, shall we?<br /><br />- Secretly takes photos of him: check.<br />- Doesn't want to be seen taking said photos: check.<br />- Uses the phrase "I want your babies!": check.<br /><br />I think that's pretty much a qualifying trifecta. Pretty good odds that she's since photoshopped herself into all the pictures she took and possibly collected hair samples from the seat he was using.<br /><br />Once again, how is this better than just starting a conversation?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-10208498927444022362009-07-09T12:03:00.004+10:002009-07-09T12:14:36.890+10:00Nickelodeon Probably Has A Show About A Moose Married To A Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_N8RKeZQec-C8vF4QdX3cA6fnSENzM3TzJB41B7hesQYXyZgK92hvTNFm2z28YK83qpjaL3nBhw8mVtVv5w7rmQw-3YALE1qct_scswXYPIdOruKaOcSWEpv749jS0OmbpOHJmAD96s/s1600-h/cat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_N8RKeZQec-C8vF4QdX3cA6fnSENzM3TzJB41B7hesQYXyZgK92hvTNFm2z28YK83qpjaL3nBhw8mVtVv5w7rmQw-3YALE1qct_scswXYPIdOruKaOcSWEpv749jS0OmbpOHJmAD96s/s400/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356275387790551154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hmm. I can understand that you might want to stand out with an original romantic sentiment from time to time, but offering to marry someone's pet is just a little out there, don't you think?<br /><br />Firstly, it makes the dancing leggy brunette seem like she's the second choice. And when you're the second choice of someone who wants a wife that demands food at all hours and deposits her waste in a box full of sand, are you really going to call them back? Did you think about that, the moose?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-68740919235551269372009-06-09T11:09:00.005+10:002009-06-09T11:45:22.486+10:00Insert Joke About Blue Balls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTE0gsJUwZmKnvnQXoCmL4bZ3CEgl5zimW4GUZ-bAer6Z0tefljN6xEU9c2xI8r7oQ6YgFQtJf_3m2XaiTh_xTwA4QEhjHOSnymABVEMrTXjJzfzCG9J5-eRjyu7_R40GFSb02fDfquek/s1600-h/smurfette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTE0gsJUwZmKnvnQXoCmL4bZ3CEgl5zimW4GUZ-bAer6Z0tefljN6xEU9c2xI8r7oQ6YgFQtJf_3m2XaiTh_xTwA4QEhjHOSnymABVEMrTXjJzfzCG9J5-eRjyu7_R40GFSb02fDfquek/s400/smurfette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137925988304482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Whilst I must have missed the original one that you're replying to (or perhaps I didn't trust it since Smurfette was a creation of Gargamel), I can help you out with some grammatical issues. In all dialects of the Smurf language, the word "smurf" is the most common noun, verb and adjective. She won't understand you unless you write it like this:<br /><br />If you're a smurfy, single smurfette, let me know what smurf you smurf the smurf and from what smurf and maybe we could smurf a smurf together.<br /><br />Of course, the main drawback with the smurf language is that the above sentence can also function as blatant sexual harassment or condolences on the death of a loved one.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-53465833887003867632009-05-19T22:40:00.006+10:002009-05-19T23:12:49.198+10:00Oh, That's Why The Yellow Line Is There<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Uzl0N7CL3ABxqUm-YIatX0McpG-jlIr-fxB58SfsTXx7KfvLZ5rd6vlZIOJMc90X7RRSe-lJ_R6M1QKlsCyFAbg99A3NJSL5A-U365Ke8yAJ0CzKXVz2I_YZvTIhB86EC_I5ASwf1f0/s1600-h/nudge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Uzl0N7CL3ABxqUm-YIatX0McpG-jlIr-fxB58SfsTXx7KfvLZ5rd6vlZIOJMc90X7RRSe-lJ_R6M1QKlsCyFAbg99A3NJSL5A-U365Ke8yAJ0CzKXVz2I_YZvTIhB86EC_I5ASwf1f0/s400/nudge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337522254517766274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You have to wonder what the ensuing relationship will be like when attempted murder is the starting point.<br /><br />"Honey, you remember how we met? That day you tried to kill me?"<br /><br />"Of course sweetheart, how could I forget? Now drink your tea."<br /><br />"Hey, why does this smell like bitter almonds?"Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-4227528093522563432009-05-03T13:10:00.002+10:002009-05-03T13:27:25.271+10:00Here's TweetingAt the behest of at least one fan and because it's what the kids are into these days, Here's Leering At You is now available on Twitter!<br /><br />Too much effort to type in the whole URL? Don't want to change your homepage from Lavalife.com? Confused and scared by the term "RSS aggregator"? Well, worry no more! Now you can find out about new Here's Leering At You entries while you check up on the status of Stephen Fry's social calendar.<br /><br />Head on over to <a href="http://twitter.com/heresleering">http://twitter.com/heresleering</a> and drink in the delicious irony of following someone who makes fun of people that are following other people.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-56789175732152444702009-05-03T11:02:00.005+10:002009-05-03T12:27:12.372+10:00Meyer Culpa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyw4isx4FBesGn2rQuhWl1DgdHFsITBKYX_wm8QY2BggMA2LdWw5yJmgXVMCiXVJMimjCcfv7sfCPlLBrvOCSXiACPBllLf8Krt7hBIp88UAKmIQxhl8NIj_HXs0P6OmccjgMnz7f5YxE/s1600-h/jacob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyw4isx4FBesGn2rQuhWl1DgdHFsITBKYX_wm8QY2BggMA2LdWw5yJmgXVMCiXVJMimjCcfv7sfCPlLBrvOCSXiACPBllLf8Krt7hBIp88UAKmIQxhl8NIj_HXs0P6OmccjgMnz7f5YxE/s400/jacob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331418053444533234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Firstly, damn you for making me look up who Jacob from <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> is. Secondly, if you need to become infatuated with literary characters, there are so many better choices. How come nobody writes love letters to Yossarian? Or Queequeg? Hell, I used to work with Tom Bombadil and the poor guy could never get a date.<br /><br />Also, Jacob dies in the fifth book. Take that, <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> fans.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-83506909858885911662009-04-27T22:39:00.005+10:002009-04-27T23:25:14.891+10:00It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin Or Else It Gets The Hose Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zC7izKNk5-TF2p-jbo6jXzzpnxVFIQZothlfYFv-_7EHp05vZhrPRpAJ7Mq8y9Fryv2JTrbP8DF5V6IKaeznz_dixMxAGi9myWf_fqV-7PTyIm0kv3WlN6GB9GB3VGcNLT2pJ7EBD8k/s1600-h/hide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zC7izKNk5-TF2p-jbo6jXzzpnxVFIQZothlfYFv-_7EHp05vZhrPRpAJ7Mq8y9Fryv2JTrbP8DF5V6IKaeznz_dixMxAGi9myWf_fqV-7PTyIm0kv3WlN6GB9GB3VGcNLT2pJ7EBD8k/s400/hide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329361193083020530" border="0"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, so in the time I've been running this blog I've seen references to <a href="http://heresleering.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-its-good-enough-for-bill-paxton-its.html">polygamy</a>, <a href="http://heresleering.blogspot.com/2008/10/bacon-eggs-tottenham-residents.html">cannibalism</a> and <a href="http://heresleering.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing-attractive-people-can.html">public urination</a>, but this is a new low. Word of advice to YYY: you might want to make sure what you're saying is actually an innuendo and not just a description of animal cruelty. For instance, offering to cut off someone's skin, cure it with salt and hang it decoratively on your wall is not an innuendo. Neither are any of the following:<br /><br />To the girl wearing a shirt with a horse on it, I want to cut off your feet and render them into glue. Single?<br /><br />To the girl wearing a panda hoodie, I want to force you to breed in captivity. Drinks?<br /><br />To the girl with the tiger print bag, I want to systematically poach your species to the brink of extinction and sell your genitals as an aphrodisiac. Coffee?<br /><br />See? It's creepy.<br /><br />Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-90092498339709771292009-04-17T13:13:00.011+10:002009-04-17T14:31:36.592+10:00Regular Services Will Resume Shortly, Here's Leering Apologises For Any Incovenience CausedWhere the hell have I been? Or more importantly, where have all the lonely-but-a-little-bit-weird commuters been? Was there some kind of amnesty declared between Valentine's and Easter? Admittedly between working nights and starting uni I haven't picked up <span style="font-style: italic;">every</span> mX, but I got most of them and there seemed to be nothing but genuine, generic and genial romantic intentions!<br /><br />And so for two months I have been without viable source material, but no more. It's good to be back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ZKaUX91fSFWe0p9thxAVqKQweEQ4TIVZ1zJ7MwUvIizYf8JJrDOF3LzYtT0_zs0QVuqAOJWBxoyXc-xWvpNaXq7hm-cBsWBTmPZ-9fOukUvUnImfeWnTDUhnwxZQ1GIvTId1uIS7GY/s1600-h/married.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW1ZKaUX91fSFWe0p9thxAVqKQweEQ4TIVZ1zJ7MwUvIizYf8JJrDOF3LzYtT0_zs0QVuqAOJWBxoyXc-xWvpNaXq7hm-cBsWBTmPZ-9fOukUvUnImfeWnTDUhnwxZQ1GIvTId1uIS7GY/s400/married.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512337123356658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />By the way, I too am taken so I can't ask you out either. I'd also like to apologise on behalf of a friend of mine who's single but not really looking for anything right now because things are kind of complicated, as well as the Norse god Odin (he <span style="font-style: italic;">could</span> ask you out, but you're not his type).<br /><br />Am I missing some vital train etiquette here, are we supposed to explain ourselves to every girl who sits next to us? Because apparently sitting nearby constitutes an expression of interest according to Glen. Poor Glen, it must be a nightmare having hundreds of people asking you out every day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJj0NXn1PFEfRdeBwV0mGUOCFd8vsgArGPs-vn9e4fKzLlRmXuru6qrLrc09g6VPnzgxYMvmIXvroIMw6-nNDxrjAChrTo2x2aH2_RWYY1xHwtHUcoatBOQyara5SMse9URSO7TzepI3Q/s1600-h/pokemonagain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJj0NXn1PFEfRdeBwV0mGUOCFd8vsgArGPs-vn9e4fKzLlRmXuru6qrLrc09g6VPnzgxYMvmIXvroIMw6-nNDxrjAChrTo2x2aH2_RWYY1xHwtHUcoatBOQyara5SMse9URSO7TzepI3Q/s400/pokemonagain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512340308189586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wow, people actually call themselves Sk8a Boi, huh? Now, last time someone mentioned Pokemon I said I wasn't going on Wikipedia. This time I did, and "Evey" redirects to Evey Hammond from V For Vendetta, which is infinitely better. Unless the aforementioned Pokemon has powers that involve corrupt fascist governments in the not-too-distant future.<br /><br />Pokemon fans, feel free to enlighten me in the comments. Avril Lavigne fans, feel free to destroy my love of the English language with further grammatical abominations.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-65826975446335207892009-02-14T16:57:00.003+11:002009-02-14T17:36:16.594+11:00I See Myself As The Grinch Of This Particular HolidaySure, mX has a two-page spread devoted to Valentine's Day love letters, a third of which is taken up by an ad for cheap domestic flights. And sure, there's a myriad of awful poetry that I could have a field day with. But you expect bad poetry on Valentine's Day. What really gets to me are the god-awful metaphors people like to use in regular prose dedications.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHC1Mq6vjy6jiCNohBEGlHNl0VyOvXaeZ8Ms88bp1hY8-pJtFS3OkGxOaGF0hyvKzrJqGbztGhIwuB1h6EuciUUT2AV2mMpQPnf04hD-seLbZVILcwj1B7lGd92zN4453oTvZPEzflhU/s1600-h/valentines.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkHC1Mq6vjy6jiCNohBEGlHNl0VyOvXaeZ8Ms88bp1hY8-pJtFS3OkGxOaGF0hyvKzrJqGbztGhIwuB1h6EuciUUT2AV2mMpQPnf04hD-seLbZVILcwj1B7lGd92zN4453oTvZPEzflhU/s400/valentines.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536616039224162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chocolate bunnies are for Easter so you may have gotten confused in the gift-buying process, glow sticks fade after three hours, Gandalf is never looking for a serious relationship and I don't even want to know what a goddamn sugar snaffler is.<br /><br />Wait, wasn't the sugar snaffler a less popular character on Sesame St?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-63435893919699557412009-02-06T18:45:00.000+11:002009-02-07T13:21:39.492+11:00Get Off My Lawn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrdgZgRD_BPlI4Jiay-Tm_HdQufWJRoTqUpD5reY80MlYBF5VD95E9XnOdCF0ZuBfj7MaVMiCvvk82nahhjMixeWpFo-8OMW_buM8YPvAAXvQCOze16aJFqRrKd5XTogSNc29K-oXIJc/s1600-h/torino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKrdgZgRD_BPlI4Jiay-Tm_HdQufWJRoTqUpD5reY80MlYBF5VD95E9XnOdCF0ZuBfj7MaVMiCvvk82nahhjMixeWpFo-8OMW_buM8YPvAAXvQCOze16aJFqRrKd5XTogSNc29K-oXIJc/s400/torino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299874630823342914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, you should. Blonde girl, call him immediately. I know I'm supposed to make fun of these, but the idea of Gran Torino as a date movie is so awesome I just can't bring myself to do it.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-84118535315551789042009-02-03T19:44:00.003+11:002009-02-03T23:19:45.773+11:00The Gropes Of Wrath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7hCBXG79-BHk1PUXik5Hz_9l9EFyjF9WLh_SK1V7rKqFbPuCRutwVgZkH1nrgs9iTJfB17J_O6wlBK6ul9CTICx_9qdzUefjGibFCX85vaKDGjwhdQFYRMAfWbJYp39Uy5hd9WKDGHw/s1600-h/boob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-7hCBXG79-BHk1PUXik5Hz_9l9EFyjF9WLh_SK1V7rKqFbPuCRutwVgZkH1nrgs9iTJfB17J_O6wlBK6ul9CTICx_9qdzUefjGibFCX85vaKDGjwhdQFYRMAfWbJYp39Uy5hd9WKDGHw/s400/boob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544647699047522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Accidentally, Matt? Really?<br /><br />Maybe this sort of approach works, but I don't see how you can go from inadvertently reaching second base to intentionally stepping up to bat.<br /></div>Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-46327810374217812612009-01-28T20:13:00.005+11:002009-01-28T22:26:21.037+11:00One More Thing Attractive People Can Get Away With<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9mbDlYA04XcMCgBUsjti4tnWjOE8Hj7ww_wtpLJFl_X83GXjVAHfNZ4hY81I14T6H9V6PVXL3aXtMhwOCq3awZ_IbKm73Gx7DkT6vuNBp7pRv70uNtY5OT_aIJsMRyjgkqu6e9KknJo/s1600-h/urination.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9mbDlYA04XcMCgBUsjti4tnWjOE8Hj7ww_wtpLJFl_X83GXjVAHfNZ4hY81I14T6H9V6PVXL3aXtMhwOCq3awZ_IbKm73Gx7DkT6vuNBp7pRv70uNtY5OT_aIJsMRyjgkqu6e9KknJo/s400/urination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296304352473833442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did anyone try explaining to this gentleman that toilet training doesn't have to involve an actual train?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-26564975180031887652009-01-23T23:18:00.008+11:002009-01-28T00:18:29.902+11:00The Orange Badge Of Discourage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9tdqs374Zu5bywMs92ioXhpu0ZbYTym63D8siVvCVqiR2gaGUEMFJ0BUEf1Sc_goMR_u8BRLBq_aRHUSDwMK3gActPc00suOws36UGJqP8VBBT4rqcP7zP1pYLEw1JW4BOEc4O5IRgg/s1600-h/letter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9tdqs374Zu5bywMs92ioXhpu0ZbYTym63D8siVvCVqiR2gaGUEMFJ0BUEf1Sc_goMR_u8BRLBq_aRHUSDwMK3gActPc00suOws36UGJqP8VBBT4rqcP7zP1pYLEw1JW4BOEc4O5IRgg/s400/letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961581786662882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUdtofcHz_tPw5m7NPFtig32MwYHr7nfkl3R6L3D6-g-vWVlWhUgcDmmIyB4QbRtXeG1piU05Jj7RsGJJAxEm5IIygEzU9fX2MCFELcFnOOSLGUFYO5LWYu21NK7AjbUnO5_f-ZclSlc/s1600-h/mxbadge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLUdtofcHz_tPw5m7NPFtig32MwYHr7nfkl3R6L3D6-g-vWVlWhUgcDmmIyB4QbRtXeG1piU05Jj7RsGJJAxEm5IIygEzU9fX2MCFELcFnOOSLGUFYO5LWYu21NK7AjbUnO5_f-ZclSlc/s400/mxbadge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295961586709644226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I like where this person is coming from. They've looked at the funhouse mirror of humanity that is HLAY and they've said to themselves, "I don't want to read these things, let's take out the middle man." And I agree. So, I respectfully present the Here's Leering At You alternatives to mX's badge, for the more discerning, more sarcastic romantic.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRtQ5kQfbSaJgJqgPzfLArp99XvEv_NUu8ChUZXX_ftwNXTZVa-M_JTe-_o__AcE2dywPelaxYX7Tw59VBoIh5zQZDMyhvQJNqVmIcbI9BpBM1sJvbKzA9nB5l3b9QdbjGPUFqqzZQyw/s1600-h/yes.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRtQ5kQfbSaJgJqgPzfLArp99XvEv_NUu8ChUZXX_ftwNXTZVa-M_JTe-_o__AcE2dywPelaxYX7Tw59VBoIh5zQZDMyhvQJNqVmIcbI9BpBM1sJvbKzA9nB5l3b9QdbjGPUFqqzZQyw/s400/yes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953779191742418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But hey, if you're reading this blog you'd probably prefer to be left alone. And so, in the interests of journalistic balance, here are the opposites.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeRmKR6xVJrxslOmNoOCQ-t3B-t3f7d8vRpOR0Y8NCFVw7SmbHUcvTHuOODeQMiS-rcbnTcwnQcKMTGEabCvw6ddP2FIvdFwdDRkmp-b9f-nczlYzx7tcij4NDMaOkywYYlV2YItnmxU/s1600-h/no.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeRmKR6xVJrxslOmNoOCQ-t3B-t3f7d8vRpOR0Y8NCFVw7SmbHUcvTHuOODeQMiS-rcbnTcwnQcKMTGEabCvw6ddP2FIvdFwdDRkmp-b9f-nczlYzx7tcij4NDMaOkywYYlV2YItnmxU/s400/no.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954674147171186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Click for larger versions, save to your computer and print. Good luck out there, folks.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-47391269270333573122009-01-15T23:43:00.004+11:002009-01-15T23:53:45.444+11:00These Aren't The Darcys You're Looking For<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJgigwKBPk7Rk_rcXubRYhjN1uhxVo0IlMTQfuU-kqYyD4N1PxXCgXXWvTZCKBwxV8DpchG7fZCN9rIC8etNk60FsCjadZ0uUOylqOee8rCdTDAj7zkJR6UL1wFujvLhkKI15mT64J1w/s1600-h/stormtrooper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJgigwKBPk7Rk_rcXubRYhjN1uhxVo0IlMTQfuU-kqYyD4N1PxXCgXXWvTZCKBwxV8DpchG7fZCN9rIC8etNk60FsCjadZ0uUOylqOee8rCdTDAj7zkJR6UL1wFujvLhkKI15mT64J1w/s400/stormtrooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291500827053819250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm really only posting this one because it's an excuse to Photoshop this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03XcYjrYj0in_UDYt9PqosSWp8nx4rCJA8u1jDVCrXqstbe2XESsey2h787hYAjgiygz_Yl4qU9I-BrTWxZKeYR5XnvmSft6Oc_IUUc2sZP1lNJ__61t4l3HBbu7vF6XG-5BiFqBEyfs/s1600-h/prideandstormtrooper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03XcYjrYj0in_UDYt9PqosSWp8nx4rCJA8u1jDVCrXqstbe2XESsey2h787hYAjgiygz_Yl4qU9I-BrTWxZKeYR5XnvmSft6Oc_IUUc2sZP1lNJ__61t4l3HBbu7vF6XG-5BiFqBEyfs/s400/prideandstormtrooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291501285191880882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In all seriousness, a literary geek and a sci-fi geek getting together? That's awesome, best of luck to you.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-35801101039047278842009-01-12T18:58:00.003+11:002009-01-12T19:29:31.196+11:00Who's the Dos?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8pugLRKuW9U5XMA0FsKzEZYZFre9NusrkDc06rfgENWn6jhsbJE_4ZNMMsaGrjtqHlxDotUerolaq5ya5JqMaPwsEErIPeMAkDaAQcs-hocswmDPvudBURgy4ALzX3CZh6156DzcJeI/s1600-h/flicks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8pugLRKuW9U5XMA0FsKzEZYZFre9NusrkDc06rfgENWn6jhsbJE_4ZNMMsaGrjtqHlxDotUerolaq5ya5JqMaPwsEErIPeMAkDaAQcs-hocswmDPvudBURgy4ALzX3CZh6156DzcJeI/s400/flicks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290321496979878882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Word of advice, Dos: never fall in love with a piece of entertainment journalism. I remember I once dated the "J" section of Leonard Maltin's Movie Guide, 1998 edition. Sure, we had a good thing going for a while, but in the end we grew apart, especially when she refused to see or even acknowledge films like Jawbreaker, Jason X and John Tucker Must Die.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-17000958534731224492009-01-12T17:50:00.003+11:002009-01-12T19:28:34.053+11:00If Only There Was A Joke I Could Make About Small Furry Creatures & Balls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tJVYFTEyv7B2N9AZrR7mvYK3pwLy9Cks_An5QQ2oCQ7cry1fuHpC2rVHJSBbOfHlLkUI3AOYD1u_y9SCUot2xNcB3FlfyBVsE4wRgd65Idkm26qQMzyWCSen0Nfq4mt9zukhsWhewgU/s1600-h/pokemon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-tJVYFTEyv7B2N9AZrR7mvYK3pwLy9Cks_An5QQ2oCQ7cry1fuHpC2rVHJSBbOfHlLkUI3AOYD1u_y9SCUot2xNcB3FlfyBVsE4wRgd65Idkm26qQMzyWCSen0Nfq4mt9zukhsWhewgU/s400/pokemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290321119491759042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Welcome back, mX.<br /><br />This blew my fucking mind on the train home today. Not only is there someone willingly dressing as Pikachu (I know Galactic Circus staff have to dress up, but he still chose that over unemployment), but someone's cosplay-stalking him.<br /><br />To be fair though, it must be lonely being a member of Team Rocket. You'll be talking to a cute little Pikachu, there's a bit of a spark between you, then you get eaten by a goddamned Charizard. This is the extent of my Pokemon knowledge; I'm not going on Wikipedia.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-57450934995432697732008-12-17T23:05:00.003+11:002008-12-17T23:37:53.966+11:00I've A Lumberjacket And I'm Ok<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAr4qvDUxAHPuShYl0uO0rhW8zp8oFhNKoy68ZaONOZVCy4mzNcIFCbmcWYjFF8ak3gHH46qofSIdHlquVO7QVyFXNWsXSBQnFNAcp0dFF-bdfuCUE3aONyYchr6RPXZTn4r2Ck6De5s/s1600-h/frankston.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkAr4qvDUxAHPuShYl0uO0rhW8zp8oFhNKoy68ZaONOZVCy4mzNcIFCbmcWYjFF8ak3gHH46qofSIdHlquVO7QVyFXNWsXSBQnFNAcp0dFF-bdfuCUE3aONyYchr6RPXZTn4r2Ck6De5s/s400/frankston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280737232745186722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maybe I'm being paranoid, but sometimes it seems like mX staff are writing these to try and bait me. Still, on with the show.<br /><br />You might think I'm about to make fun of bogans or alcoholics or the dentally impaired, but you'd be wrong. I'd just like to point something out to anyone trying to find love through HLAY; anyone that eagerly scours the entries every day hoping to get a mention. A physically abusive mother with three front teeth who is drunk at 10 in the morning is the leading candidate for transport romance. Are you sure that's something you want to be a part of?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-50375517827334778152008-12-10T19:22:00.002+11:002008-12-10T20:16:03.249+11:00Please Tell Me You Didn't Sit On His Lap<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPihJn8Ihx-3mgQlpDAc5UymHtXFr8ue6U9Oa0sVvvvtVtwnLhIWl3kdZUpJJYsFu-Z0hNYOlWoiDMdKfhZmRGdEuRXOdHmAYIr8j4feNG85Saa4eXL_W5NlJ6Fi3is2MMpKVac6JygYY/s1600-h/santa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPihJn8Ihx-3mgQlpDAc5UymHtXFr8ue6U9Oa0sVvvvtVtwnLhIWl3kdZUpJJYsFu-Z0hNYOlWoiDMdKfhZmRGdEuRXOdHmAYIr8j4feNG85Saa4eXL_W5NlJ6Fi3is2MMpKVac6JygYY/s400/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278087449842660386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Harley, I think maybe it's time to tell you the truth. You know how all those kids at school, and then everyone at uni, and now everyone at your job keeps telling you that Santa's not real? Well, they're right. I know we probably should have told you sooner, rather than letting you grow into a 29-year-old with a warped sense of reality, but that's all in the past now. Merry Christmas.<br /><br />Also, I recommend you watch Silent Night, Deadly Night as a cautionary tale against anyone dressed as Santa.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-61441157139354586932008-11-15T16:21:00.002+11:002008-11-15T16:30:28.734+11:00There's Probably Stalkers Overseas, TooI'll be on holiday in Europe for the next few weeks, so there will be no updates till I get back (unless mX has greatly expanded its territory).<br /><br />During that time, if you see a Here's Looking At You entry so bad it can't go unmentioned, cut it out, scan it (200 DPI or more) and send it to me; <span style="font-weight: bold;">heresleering</span> at <span style="font-weight: bold;">gmail</span> dot <span style="font-weight: bold;">com</span>. I'll do a catch-up post when I get back.<br /><br />Until then, treat each other well, be kind and stop staring at that girl on the way home. It's creepy.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-1640598789351464902008-11-11T20:44:00.000+11:002008-11-11T23:53:46.181+11:00She'll Even Let You Go Full Fiscal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPm7SXZUNfTyt-iBOD60SeXdkXR8_4YPuez2tWEZGWC-zznd0el6bZBiUdnel42-aphRrSH8VwA0UkFLovXHNDTBxIK-UFWCKLmXE8s0Tldwb054gZwfzAZw7Sq_TG3wo4kZMTWIzzMI/s1600-h/accountants.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPm7SXZUNfTyt-iBOD60SeXdkXR8_4YPuez2tWEZGWC-zznd0el6bZBiUdnel42-aphRrSH8VwA0UkFLovXHNDTBxIK-UFWCKLmXE8s0Tldwb054gZwfzAZw7Sq_TG3wo4kZMTWIzzMI/s400/accountants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380142120649890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Further proof that there's nothing to do in Geelong. Except accountants.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-53276173452109300832008-11-10T18:11:00.003+11:002008-11-10T18:51:49.938+11:00My Name Is Legion, For We Are Many<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPOo_zY7bt6JuLnniNCcW0sR-P9FxE8XdOvX5v5GG3OUVD4PhBOXA9tivDfyCMiCtj72PsE6AF6Fv7CW9A3ylgIxXCaZj0quMY3nme7XjqlOKG41zMNMnFRhVNcXK2j2FBC-uOziqqx8/s1600-h/videoshop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPOo_zY7bt6JuLnniNCcW0sR-P9FxE8XdOvX5v5GG3OUVD4PhBOXA9tivDfyCMiCtj72PsE6AF6Fv7CW9A3ylgIxXCaZj0quMY3nme7XjqlOKG41zMNMnFRhVNcXK2j2FBC-uOziqqx8/s400/videoshop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266933429695577314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Given that you know where he lives and you admit that you're stalking him, isn't asking for his number kind of redundant at this point?Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147739537879589159.post-36904455154831827882008-11-10T17:55:00.004+11:002008-11-10T18:50:47.635+11:00My Puns Can Totally Beat Up Your Puns<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPirXEkJ2B2YLTrQmI4crWN689pQUW4yfA2eW6XYmZC8GH5_6U-RlO4yLEuF9IY76eVcU-qfHCGShwgpVK2_T_4dLRnDpAYOeJauP5Htp0LUrsZuyjTmNYVZiU22lPmrMiItzxBb45SI/s1600-h/busker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPirXEkJ2B2YLTrQmI4crWN689pQUW4yfA2eW6XYmZC8GH5_6U-RlO4yLEuF9IY76eVcU-qfHCGShwgpVK2_T_4dLRnDpAYOeJauP5Htp0LUrsZuyjTmNYVZiU22lPmrMiItzxBb45SI/s400/busker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266933119360002098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gee, if only you had some way of serenading her.<br /><br />Also, note to mX staff: lift your pun game. The following would all have been acceptable as a headline.<br /><br />Busk A Move<br />Buska Rhymes<br />From Busk Till Dawn<br />I Like Big Busk & I Cannot Lie<br /><br />And so forth.Commuterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12251439421795127377noreply@blogger.com0