October 17th, 2007

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2 weeks of 'glory'

Just a reminder, today is the last day to enter the v-gift contest. Get your submission in for the oppertunity to get some wanky clipart pasted to your user profile. Amaze your friendlist with the fact that someone thought you were worth spending a dollar on. (Though of course I won't be spending a dollar thanks to that coupon, but those wankers will never know.) Just think of the joy you'll have wallowing in their envy.
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It's that time of year....

WooT! I just saw a commercial for The Nightmare Before Christmas 3D. It's back in theaters for 3 weeks starting right now and up until Halloween. I went last year and it was fan-freaking-tastic. I've always loved the movie but someone did a really great job 3-D'ifying it. It looks wonderful.



Alright, so who's in for going to see it this year? I expect to see every person's hand go up in the air with the sole exception of if you're some ungodly distance away. I would love to make going to the movie a tradition if they're always going to bring it back around halloween from now on. Besides, wearing 3-d glasses is always spiffy.
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Cookiepuss hates hippies




Eh, remember that cookiepuss video I snipped out of an episode of The Critic a while back? In a stark example of the idea that people will watch anything, I got an email notification that someone had actually left a comment on the darn thing. I popped over to take a peek, assuming it was some bot leaving porn/viagra spam but it seems to actually be a real comment. Go figure.

I also wasn't aware of this but youtube apparently tracks where clicks come from for a video you upload. I saw my LJ there, no surprise, but there was also some myspace page listed. I can only assume some guy stumbled across it and then blogged or linked to it from there.

I went to the myspace page and it was all I could do to keep from projectile vomiting. It was covered in hippie bullshit like the ABC's of peace. The entire page is a prime example of why I wish myspace users would just all spontaneously combust. Everything from the graphiced up nightmare to that fucking song that he's got playing in the background. 'Don't be afraid, it's only love?' Hey, you better be afraid there, hippie because the sort of love I'd like to share at the moment involves skullfucking.