I feel like I need something interesting as a top blog on the page, and unfortunately it seems like whenever I just put one up as a waste of space, like the photo collection below, it's up there for goddamn days.
Whether or not you are aware, I'm totally over Tarot right now, and have lapsed back into my previous obsession: motherfuckin' Sporcle.
Sporcle is my internet guide to wonder and all that is good. My unbeatable Trivial Pursuit skills (except that one fucking time, you asswhore) are stretched and probed and beaten with broomhandles, but the fact remains that I know roughly 35 of everything.
Out of the 48 countries in Asia, I know 34. Out of the 53 countries in Africa, I know 36. I know 34 elements on the periodic table, 33 Jack Nicholson movies, and 37 colors in a box of Crayolas. It's not percentage based...everything ends mid-thirties.
Outlook does not look good. Will my life cap at 35 as well?
Thank god I'm not completely lost in life, and I can still do all the states and presidents (of my own country - I'm prolly lost in others) and don't even get me started on my complete domination of the lyrics of "We Didn't Start the Fire." Look at me, just nonchalantly dropping tidbits of my unimportant knowledge.
Eat that, HarryTrumanDorisDay.
Fun little factiod: Bernie Goetz, the famed vigilante listed directly after Billy Joel belts out, "AIDS, crack" in his lyrical master list of irrelevant shit, shot a man named after the alter-ego of the Flash, who would never have tried to rob the guy in the first place. In fact, I'll bet the Flash didn't even take the subway, cuz he'd just fucking cosmic treadmill to his destination. So yeah.