K, it’s a PSA, but I guess I have to warn some that this really is NSFW.
via BuzzFeed.
Archive for Vidz
The Shortest Road to Your Happy Place
Random samples from Cute Overload.
Rule of Cuteness #3: an Inquisitive Look
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oh, AND putting your paws up. Why don’t you just shoot us?
(But if you need the EpiPen version of cute, go to YouTube and search Slow Loris.)
Dracula Sings, “When I Speak Your Name I Can Feel I Just Said Something Sacred …”
… and that’s TFF.
Sadly, this verse is out of this new version:
And if I see Van Helsing, I swear to the Lord I will slay him! A-ha-ha-haa!
Take it from me I swear I will let it be so! A-ha-ha-haa!!
Blood will run down his face when he is decapitated…aah!
His head on my mantle is how I will let this world know
How much I love you–die…die…die!
I can’t.
Not Suitable for Anywhere
So I’ve been thinking that maybe I should get another dog
Sometimes I’m highly vulnerable to the too cute on the interwebz.
Stick around at least til puppy bites Mr. Happy.
via The Dish.
Sure, Their Universities All Suck, But I Can Think Of Several Reasons To Teach There
(Too bad I couldn’t find the segement after where Anderson Cooper interviews a Zoologist who’s wearing a gorgeous albino Burmese Python.)
Now, those who know me can imagine what kinda of home I’d have if found myself living in Florida.
Those who don’t, know that I’d be pretty much running a small(ish) rescue for Burmese Pythons, Iguanas and other like animals (versions of which I already have!) because while the care would cost more than I’m spending now, it would be a bunch easier.
K, raising Guinea Pigs as livestock is a little busier – and ultimately more unpleasant – than raising mice. But on the other hand being able to play in the yard all year round and so keep the Iguanas in Hibiscus, Nasturtium and other fresh goodies they really like would be, again, an upside to living down there.
Of course, my friends would eventually be suggesting a moratorium, cuz with a yard filled with secure enclosures for rescued tropical species, WTF not get an African Grey Parrot?
Presenting the Godfather of Exotica
The artist formerly know as Korla Pandit appeared in 900 TV segments playing the organ or piano never uttering a word.
The story of his origins goes that he was “born in New Delhi, India to a Brahman priest and a French opera singer, who traveled from India via England, finally arriving in the United States.” A buddy of Manly Palmer Hall, he “lectured at the PRS [Philosophical Research Society***] on the universal language of music,” and he was “hailed by Paramahansa Yogananda as an embodiment of fused Eastern and Western Musical traditions” (Master of the Mysteries: The Life of Manly Palmer Hall, pg. 167).
But in truth, he was born John Roland to a preacher and his wife in St. Louis Missouri.
***Now known as the University of Philosophical Research, 3910 Los Feliz Boulevard. Los Angeles, CA, accredited by the state to offer an MA in Consciousness Studies!
The Death of a Catholic Boy
I can’t find any better article/obit than the one at Gawker.
One of those songs that’s real high school for me.
