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You don’t want to be a writer.

No, no, I know. You think it’s all kittens and rainbows. It’s one big wordgasm, an ejaculation of unbridled creativity. It’s nougat-filled. It’s pillows, marshmallows, parades. It’s a unicorn in a jaunty hat.

via No, Seriously, I’m Not Fucking Around, You Really Don’t Want To Be A Writer.

The night of 18 June 1815 was one to remember. After 23 years of war in Europe, Napoleon faced the combined might of England, Holland and Prussia at Waterloo. By 10 pm, the battle was over. The French were defeated and 50,000 men lay dead or wounded on the battlefield. The casualties were high but for one group of people that was reason to celebrate. They were the dentists who were about to benefit from the great tooth bonanza.

Via A Web of English History

Mix reality TV and Japanese game shows and throw in the plot of The Truman Show, and you’ve got this (truly!) unbelievable true story.


In January 1998, a struggling 23-year-old stand-up comedian known only by his stage name Nasubi (Eggplant) heard about an audition for a mysterious “show-business related job” and decided to try out for it.

Via Neatorama and Miss Cellania

Andy Ellison posts MRI scans of vegetables on his site Inside Insides. This is a much cooler idea than can be conveyed without seeing it for yourself.

via Everlasting Blort (Thanks again to Miss Cellania)

Random Married To The Sea Comic (06/18/09):

dear william

Youngest is Marked…

Youngest decided, on Saturday night, that he would go out – despite his agreement with us to only go out once a week, due to his being way behind on course work and study work for his exams this year.  Having been out on Friday, he knew we would say No if he asked us.  So he snuck out and wouldn't answer his phone. 

Due to my illness, he more or less got away with it.  I did not want stress, and Husband just decided to cut him dead.  No acknowledgement of his disobedience or his hanging up the phone on me.

And this he did not like.

But we did not like the two love bites either side of his neck, or the bite mark – yes, left by teeth – on his neck as well.

So I suspect we are quits on this one.

I did ask if his friend, the one I have warned him not to kiss – his pierced lip and her four lip piercings would lock together – did them.

Oh mum – that’s just Natters.  That’s gross!

Not the bites.  Just the thought Natters might have done them.

Youth is strange.  Thank you lord, that I never have to be there again.

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