“Still, this is different than the usual glee felt when, say, Tara Reid’s boob flops out of her dress or when Lindsay Lohan goes on some ridiculous slutbag spree. There’s a special joy in watching the reaper scythe of fate swoop down on the talentless and sleazy. With Dave Chappelle, it’s different. Not only is he uniquely talented, he’s also honest about his failings. And it’s impossible now not to assume that his parodic portrayals of mentally disturbed loners are so dead accurate because he obviously knows the subject all too well.”

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Howstuffworks “How Lightsabers Work”: “Chances are that you have seen a lightsaber at one time or another, whether on the evening news or down at the local cantina. Therefore you know that a lightsaber is an amazing and versatile device that is able to cut through nearly anything in a matter of milliseconds.

Have you ever wondered how these remarkable weapons work? Where does the energy come from, and how are they able to contain that energy in a rod-like column of glowing power?”

Internet Explorer share slips below 90 percent – May 13, 2005: “Microsoft Corp.’s share of the U.S. browser market has slipped below 90 percent as the Firefox browser continues to grow in popularity, according to independent tracking by WebSideStory.”

Whales ‘led astray by magnetism’: “Increased solar activity causing disturbances in the Earth’s magnetic field may cause whales to run aground in the North Sea, say researchers.”

Trying to understand the system of Life
Trying to understand myself
I created the world to be an image of myself, of my mind

All of these thoughts, all of these doubts and hopes
Inside
I took out to form a new breed
A new way to be
And now I am many, so many

So much larger than ever I were
Yet, at the same time
So much smaller and more vulnarable

They all carry shards of the whole
Together they become me
I see them interact, develop
I see them take different sides
As were they different minds
Believers of different ways, and different gods

I think they will teach me something

Richard Bach, eat your heart out. Gildenlow sets it all to music, beeyatch!

No deeper meaning — just gorgeous vocal harmonies and a very simple and beautiful instrumentation. One of the best songs I’ve heard in a long, long time, in the category of “pop”.

Sorry (Jenna’s Song)

Didn�t say you were the last
I didn�t say I was the best
And when I watched you go
I sucked up my chest
Feel as though I owe
Owe you something more
But I can�t snuff the glow
Which you left in my core

You go put on your coat and turn and walk away
Yes this is the sight that haunts me everyday
I�ll make up my face I�ll mask it even more
I�ll even keep composed when you walk through the door

I feel sorry
Feel quite upset about it all
I feel helpless
Hopeless to think
This is my fault.
Is this my fault?
This is not my fault.
This is all my fault.

So here I sit meanwhile
Sit and sort it out
What am I doing here?
What�s this all about?
Something spurs me on
To look for something more
But it seems I�ve lost my breath
My body�s feeling sore

Are you sorry?
Do you feel upset about it all?
I felt helpless
Hopelessness held me in its palm.
Is this my fault?
This is all my fault.
This is not my fault.

� ASCAP 2000: Lyrics and Music by Mike Christensen / Passenger

A little Living Colour for you, late at night and into the morning hours…

I find myself at a loss for words.

Is honesty too much to ask, especially when honesty may be what we’re given?

How can the skeptical know when to stop asking questions and simply accept that the answer is what it is? How can we ever really know that the answer is being given?

In another world, in another life, things are so much simpler. And sometimes, in my weaker moments, I crave that other world, where ignorance is bliss, and I am blissful.

Right now, I go to dream of bliss.

BBC NEWS | Europe | Impotent husband must pay damages: “An Italian man who married without telling his bride he was impotent must pay damages for abusing her ‘right to sexuality’, a top court has ruled.”

Anyone else still think that premarital sex is totally without merit?