A sound like a gentle rush of steam from a breached pipe, slowly filling the air with humidity and heat. A sound that announced some imminent, turgid thought about to issue forth from between the teeth that made the sound a sigh by the pernicious act of holding in a soul crushing groan.

“I’m still really pissed off that my lead didn’t come through.” Harvey said, grinding his molars.

This was the present.

A time in which a thing merely is.

Trey, however, was still preening his nails.

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You know, it’s amazingly hard to find a theme that’s good, right off the rack.

If they look good (and are free), then there’s usually something else wrong with them… Like they break tracking, or some of the plugins don’t work, or the whole thing’s been encrypted so you can’t remove links to the “buy viagra now” site in the footer.

Soooo, we’re back to the old theme, simply because it looked ok, and didn’t break anything.

If anyone has some theme suggestions for me, link them in the comments. I’m actually willing to pay for a theme that’s decent, but even those are hard to find.

Oh yeah, and I’m still looking for people to write goth content, particularly reviews.

So, it’s not quite as religious as the other stuff I’ve been getting you watching these last few Saturdays. In fact, it’s down right secular… But it has it’s routes in religion.

Now, if the Jews got in trouble for badly producing terrible cartoons with low production values and ripping off Top40 tracks, one has to wonder precisely what circles of Hell are saved for those with even worse production values and ripping off famous Disney characters whilst they’re still within their copyright period (that keeps getting extended everytime the sunset clause begins to draw to a close on the copyright terms… butthat’s a post for another time)

With that said, one can’t help but take sick delight in the Arab/Israeli conflict when it’s depicted in this way. There just seems to be something rather fitting about a Mickey Mouse being a martyr. I think it’s the gross consumerism of it all, using one of the most mass marketed and easily recognisable icons of the 20th century, something that has basically become an icons or idol if you will to millions of people, and using this said idol to basically spread the message of The Prophet.

Good going there guys, you’ve really thought through the philosohpical and moral underpinnings of this one.

Then again, if you’re the kind of person that decides to create programming designed to encourage children to blow shit up, with themselves at the epicenter, as opposed to attempting to negotiate some kind of peaceful solution and break a century old cycle of violence, I suppose you probably haven’t.

So by now, provided you read or watch the news, you will have heard of the amazing discovery which has allowed scientists to magically (well, no, scientifically) regrow a rabbit’s penis to functionality… presumably after they hacked it off.

Yes, scientists are paid money to remove rabbits genitals… and then regrow them… presumably. I suppose if you’re a rampant feminazi, this could actually be the best job in the world. You’re paid to hack off penises, which then regrow, and can be hacked off again. Think of the possibilities when it comes to kidnap and torture to prove your point about female equality! *cough*

But I digress.

The rapid regrowth of tissue has long been a trope in cyberpunk fiction, such as Akira, when Kaneda turns into a hideous blob of organs, or even just tentacles shooting out of arm sockets. It certainly gives some validity to the “pixie dust” that some guy in vented in Florida, using pig bladder cells.

However, this all reminds me quite strongly of the opening of the Mike Judge flick, Idiocracy. This severely underrated flick starts by explaining how it is that the human race ends up in the perilous state it finds itself in a future of idiots: All the best scientific minds in the world are being paid far too much money to figure out how to regrow people’s hair and maintain erections for longer and harder, instead of people actually figuring out the major issues and allowing stupid people to continue to breed.

My point is that this penile regrowth is anti-Darwinian.

Seriously. I love my dick. I probably stroke it more than my pets. I would never put it in a situation where anything could potentially dismember it. To do so would be an amazing act of stupidity so intense that I believe I would richly deserve my removal from the gene pool and having to sit down when I use the toilet.

Letting guys get their dicks back after an accident in which they thought a household appliances would be a pleasurable experience kind of dismisses the whole point of the process of Natural Selection.

But look on the bright side, maybe dreams of rocketing tentacle penises aren’t far away. It’d certainly make Cosplay competitions more interesting.

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