This song has never been more over the top

Funny how lyrics that just seemed "cool" when you're 17 take on a whole new meaning when you're the Meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything (42).

This song has never been more true

Loved it when I was in high school, but these days the lyrics are damned appropriate:

This guy says it all:

because I like me a motif

What the Dark Side really looks like

Star Wars Tai Chi from John Leo on Vimeo.

Brilliant

Too bad the video goes out of synch 3/4 of the way through. Still brilliant, tho.

Click on the link. Just do it.

Heeeere's Willy!

I'm obsessed with this:

My Newest Favorite Stupid Website

Vader's off the league!

yeah, what he said

If you're a devout Catholic who reveres the Pope, don't watch this. If you're a Catholic who doesn't like the Pope, or anyone who doesn't like the Pope, or someone who is angry at the cover-up and rap on the knuckles of priests doing bad things, and can appreciate some on-the-nose humor, feel free. But be warned, it's 99.8% fucking mutherfucked.

Almost there...

The end is in sight...semester is just about done. Meanwhile, enjoy:

Unspeakable

First off, I don't think I really want to know what "solid potato salad" is. Second off, I feel like I took the green acid when I watch this:

Scary Mary!

Thanks to Anita Marie for this:

Because it doesn't stop being funny until you've done it a million times.

Tro lo lo lo

I've been swept away by the latest obsession on teh intranets.



This guy rocks my world with bongos, lip syncing, Soviet-era TV budget, and raw sexual maleness.

Can U Dig It?

Fall On Your Sword.

You just have to experience it to believe it.

BrutalSquee

Up, up and away...

...in my beautiful, my beautiful LSD machine...



...after which, you'll be floating on a platform in space, in the Age of Aquarius.

She got belly

I went back to belly dance class a couple weeks ago, after over a year off, and it was both fun and nerve-wracking. Clearly, even with the Yoga, I'm out of shape. The other night I showed up for class, but no one else did, so I ended up having a private lesson. It was wonderful; my teacher and I went through a few things that I needed help with, and we also identified a few things that I need to avoid to keep my knee and lower back safe. It was really inspiring - I looked in the mirror and didn't have that body-loathing that so often accompanies a full-length mirror with tight-fitting or skimpy clothing on. I found myself really able to relax with the music and the moves, and didn't worry so much about doing it "right" as doing it "well," if that makes any sense.

This whole "doing it right" thing stems from my childhood, living with a perfectionist (a couple of them, actually). It's taken its toll on my creativity and my motivation, and I am constantly finding ways to unravel it. Belly dance, it would seem, is one such way that both embraces life and movement, and encourages the fire of creativity. My creative volcano (oblique Hawaii reference there)!

Here's a belly dancer who really inspires me with her grace, charm, joie de vivre, and the fact that she looks like a woman, not a stick-figure in a coin bra and fringe. I love Aziza!