Oh my damn.
I don’t know how into old samurai movies you guys are, but if so, you should watch “The Sword of Doom”. It’s very much in the vein of Kurosawa samurai films, but much darker. Grim, screaming, bloody slaughter GO.
The cool thing about Richard Serra is…
he loves to talk about his work, and if you aren’t interested in him or his work he will cut your head off and eat you so he doesn’t have to deal with you anymore.
Just so you know
Volleyball is trying to break records previously held by animal cocks and balls.
Yesterday
Break out the backpacking gear…
Thursday morning, January 18 – …We have just arrived at this tent, 2 miles from our camp, therefore about l 1/2 miles from the Pole. In the tent we find a record of five Norwegians having been here… We carried the Union Jack about 3/4 of a mile north with us and left it on a piece of stick as near as we could fix it. …Well, we have turned our back now on the goal of our ambition and must face our 800 miles of solid dragging – and good-bye to most of the day-dreams!”
“Saturday, February 17 – A very terrible day…After lunch, and Evans still not appearing, we looked out, to see him still afar off. By this time we were alarmed, and all four started back on ski. I was first to reach the poor man and shocked at his appearance; he was on his knees with clothing disarranged, hands uncovered and frostbitten, and a wild look in his eyes. Asked what was the matter, he replied with a slow speech that he didn’t know, but thought he must have fainted. We got him on his feet, but after two or three steps he sank down again. He showed every sign of complete collapse. Wilson, Bowers, and I went back for the sledge, whilst Oates remained with him. When we returned he was practically unconscious, and when we got him into the tent quite comatose. He died quietly at 12.30 A.M. On discussing the symptoms we think he began to get weaker just before we reached the Pole, and that his downward path was accelerated first by the shock of his frostbitten fingers, and later by falls during rough travelling on the glacier, further by his loss of all confidence in himself. Wilson thinks it certain he must have injured his brain by a fall.
Thursday, March 29 – Since the 21st we have had a continuous gale from W.S.W. and S.W. We had fuel to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two days on the 20th. Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.
R. Scott
Last entry
For God’s sake look after our people.”
Holy Shit…
This kind of made me feel weird, but I’m glad I watched it…great specimens. I kind of was hungry, but if I tried to eat something now it would taste like dead fetus or tumor.
Hey…balls!
The music makes it great!
Taxidermia
I want to see this.
Time is going by really really really really slow
Check out this horse’s ass. Pretty funny stuff. When I got to thinking about it, though, I got more pissed than amused. I hate to side with the concerned city councilman on this, but I want to know why this asshole and his wife weren’t charged. How many people are locked up as we speak for getting caught with a bag of weed in their pocket? This tool confiscated weed from people who had it on them when they were arrested, made brownies for he and his wife, freaked out when he ate a couple, called 911, and all that happened is he got to resign? Yeah, right. Bullshit.
Facebeard
I hope that you are not being creepy during the Olympics. That would make me concerned.

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