THIS CANNOT BE.

June 29, 2007 at 3:11 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, the internets

So I got this from Dante’s blog.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. NO. FUCKING. WAY.

This piece of hotness:

is going out with fucking Spock?!?!?!

My Kristen Bell is going out with SPOCK?!? With SYLAR?!?

Bah.

:blah:

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YES, HELGA, YOU _ARE_.

April 25, 2007 at 9:28 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, the helga manual, the internets

I srsly love things that tell me what or who I am. Also, Wordpress is a douchebag (or maybe I’m just an idiot)— it won’t let me directly copy and paste the widget code aka embed the script; but because I love this meme so much, I went ahead and prntscrned all the frames and made my own gif. Awezome.

It’s been years since I last animated anything, so really, is there an option to not optimize gifs when saving? (And why can’t I find that option?) Cos it totally compromises the image quality.

I’m surprised, though, that I fell into the Nice N Cheesy category instead of Touchy Feely. But not rly. I guess it just shows that I’m beginning to differentiate between lust and love, and separate (at least) the ideas of them. If that’s a good thing or not, I have yet to find out.

Second day taking in calls and I swear, I’m gonna pwn this bitch. American business folks booking business trips are easy to talk to— they’re not irate, they’re oddly very grateful, they talk fast, and they’re willing to hold. It’s just the non-talk processes that kill me. My fingers hurt from pounding too hard on the keyboard. Also, I’m starting to refer to the asterisk as ‘display’. And it’s not a 0, it’s a sell.

And that’s it for boring. Honestly, I’m a bit drained. :(

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TWITTERED.

April 20, 2007 at 1:36 am | Filed under the internets

A while ago, I swore to never sign up for a Twitter account. But these fine upstanding young men have been having somuchfun without me, and that just makes me suicidal.

So if anyone’s on Twitter, add me up: http://twitter.com/helgatheweber. Let’s be friends? No? Okay!

Also, I added a Twitter badge to my sidebar. Except it won’t update.

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‘FAGGORT’ IS THE WATCHWORD.

April 16, 2007 at 5:22 pm | Filed under Y!M conversations, camwhorage, the internets

You’re a gay if you didn’t get socially-retarded with us at Man Blog Poker Night last Saturday. As gay as Mikey is in this photo.

Maybe not gay. Just… not cool. Enough.

This is Mikey licking his monies:

This is Bim trying to reach for his nipple:

This is Ade. He’s pogi.

Shoot, wrong pic! NOT ADE, NOT ADE! This is Ade:

Poker Night photos here, here, and here.

Also, I injured myself again, accidentally kneeling on a headband while taking photos. Nasty, I know. Plus, the scab on my right knee is starting to peel, and I know that wounds are nothing new to me since I am one of the clumsiest drunks alive, but— am I supposed to just let it be? Answer, so I know whether or not I can take off the scotch tape that I’m using to keep the scab intact.

SO ANYWAY! We have a new Furby. This is Drew trying to look like Teddy Bear Mislang, and succeeding.

This is me drinking AGAIN and in my Kylie-esque hoodie, Sunday morning.

I’ve had The Work of Director Mark Romanek on repeat since after PBB last night up until this morning (while having my seemingly standard three mugs of coffee with my crossword puzzles), so I decided to channel a little bit of Fiona Apple— ratty underwear, but with a little lot more meat. Argh. Another week, another shot at anorexia.

This is just too cute:

I’m aware that my entries of late have all been picture posts with some text thrown in. Fuck you all, that’s how much fun I’ve been having.

(And that’s how fried my brain is. Alcohol + travel industry + not enough sleep + eating once a week— okay, okay, so maybe thrice a week = not good. Hand me the brain candy.)

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AND IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE!

March 28, 2007 at 12:23 am | Filed under ditz drivel, technicolor lover, the internets

Mikey has challenged me to a drinkoff.

Too lazy to click the link? You suck Cambodian smelly garbage man balls.

Helga: You and me. Anywhere in Ortigas. First one who throws up(Or loses all sense of inhibition and proceeds to do something silly) loses. What say you? *Slaps Helga with a leather glove*

In other news, D is bugging me for a rebooty. It’s either I’m that good, or his girlfriend really just sucks.

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