Castlevania music is usually awesome. But this is a particularly awesome example of Castlevania music being awesome. It’s “A Toccata Into Blood-Soaked Darkness” (surely one of the greatest song titles of all time) from Castlevania: Curse of Darkness.
1 month ago
Fire Emblem Main Theme - pretty badass, don’t you agree, @GKokoris?
1 month ago
Yes, my DOS Games folder is awesome. Any other suggestions?
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8 months ago
Classic material from The Onion.
9 months ago
I know it’s very five years ago, but someone today was explaining the issue of chavs and Burberry to me and I just couldn’t stop laughing. I have to admit it kind of makes me want to bring Burberry scarves home for everyone next time I go, not letting them in on the joke.
Now, off for a second bottle of wine.
Aaaaand… reblog!
I’m not entirely convinced I understand the whole Burberry thing fully. Quite how what is a respectable (or at least expensive) brand in the States can be adopted by the very whitest and trashiest of white trash, the chav, is something of a mystery.
Mind you, the chav is a breed of person that is far more obsessed with designer labels than any other being on the planet, except possibly the American teenage girl stereotype. I don’t know where they get the money to fund this habit from, along with the fact that they generally drink and smoke to excess also. Probably stealing. :)
The truth is, actually, that a lot of stuff worn by chavs is fake. Most of the Burberry stuff you see is fake Burberry bought for a couple of quid at the local market. If you start seeing bizarre Burberry things that you didn’t think they made, like socks and tight-fitting baseball caps… then they probably DON’T make them. (Mind you, I don’t know jack shit about “fashion”, so maybe they do.)
That said, Burberry seems to have fallen out of favour with the chavs over the last few years. They’re all into trying desperately to look “ghetto” now, with baggy tracksuits that look like pyjamas, fake gold jewelry and baseball caps with the names of American cities on them. They really are a hilarious and tragic sight, particularly as they model themselves on “badass” black gangsta rappers and they themselves are the pastiest white things you will EVER see.
9 months ago
Yes! Brilliant. I used to think I was the only person who made these comparisons. Apparently not. :)
(via lifeincolor)
9 months ago
Oh God. Not only an apparently new meme (or at least, one I haven’t come across until this morning), but a spectacularly wrong example of its use as well. I saw this story in the tabloid rags yesterday… there is nothing right about this situation whatsoever (that kid doesn’t even look 13!), but this pic did make me laugh!
I feel soiled. :)
YES.
9 months ago
Typical Friday
My husband, at my pushing, went for a check-up today. He told me it would be weird if I came along with him, which was odd to me. At home, we encourage people to bring a second set of ears to any medical appointment, and wouldn’t think anything at all of a spouse/partner sitting in on any exam.
When he returned, I grilled him for details. I plan my own check-up soon and wanted to know how many needles to expect. Turns out he just sat across the desk from the doctor and talked about his habits, then got his BP checked, his weight, and a spot of patchy skin looked at. No tests. I guess they had a good laugh over how Americans over-test for everything just to make money for the insurance companies, and how my husband’s crazy american wife is paranoid.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. I lost both grandmothers to breast cancer and the phrase “early detection is key” is stamped forever in my brain… and it’s really hard to fight the idea that as much as a capitalist medicinal system is out to steal your money by over-testing, a socialist one is bound to cheap out and refuse all but the most painfully necessary tests. I’m sure the real answer lies somewhere in the middle. Still, I think it’s weird they didn’t even check his cholesterol levels or do a basic urinalysis even. He was just told to eat more chicken and less red meat, which seems like common sense to me.
Afterwards, we wandered to the post office, where there was a shiny box from Agent Provacateur waiting with my name on it. (Hubba hubba, happy v-day to youuuu!) I spent a good deal of time whining about british lingerie this month and well, I suppose I will stop whining now that I know it’s not all Ann Summers tat.
(tat - another co-opted word I have come to love.)
This sounds about right for checkups… depending on where you go. In some surgeries when you first register with them, they do a much more thorough checkup including urinalysis and so on… but there doesn’t appear to be any kind of obligation for them to do that… at least on the NHS. I’ve never had any experience of going private (though I do get private healthcare from work, I’ve never had occasion to use it) so I don’t know if that’s a more “American” way of doing it.
Hope you both enjoy your box. Package. Thing. Uhhh… there’s actually no word I can use to describe it that doesn’t sound like a filthy innuendo. :) Whatever. Enjoy!
9 months ago
Everyone loves spreadsheet chart humour huh.
I know I do.
via ncroal and samit and logandavis.
9 months ago
