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A while ago, I took some really gross photos of mold from a tupperware I found in the back of my fridge:
powdery silvery spoongood things come to those who wait... about 4 monthsthe quiet monstrosity hiding in your fridge

I was wondering what prevented the mold spores I inadvertently inhaled while taking these photos from implanting in my moist, dark lungs, and a friend (”FRIEND”) pointed out that nothing really does, so people get aspergillosis. While frantically googling this condition, I found the following Aspergillosis blog that is full of great, terrifying information.

Since I am studying very hard right now (very hard) I decided that I should close the tab and read it later, so I added it it to Google Reader. While there, I started clicking on other blogs I subscribe to but never read, one of them being the XKCD blag.

I found this entry, which is old, but hilarious.

After a hectic few months, I finally have some projects that are in the early stages. But since nothing is worth posting about yet, here instead is a list of phrases that (at the time of this posting) turn up no hits on Google:

* “ate a violin”
* “driver-side bidet”
* “unlike normal furries,”
* “Sarah, plain and tall and a cyborg”
* “people are too civil on the internet”
* “his penis shattered my world”
* “more like LAME-arkian theory”
* “my little horse must think it gay”
* “it turned out her bottom half was a robot”
* “Aww, a baby hooker!”

Here are some phrases that I had hoped were original when I typed them in but was disappointed:

* “full-body glissando”
* “passenger-side bidet”
* “underwater Linux”
* “Nu-Polka”
* “erotic colonoscopy”
* “Spocktoberfest”
* “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a frack.”
* “my bologna has a first name, it’s A-D-O-L-F”

(Reading this made me do my “private laugh”– a cackling, high-pitched repetitive wheezing that I do only when no one can hear me and I think something is so funny that it’s worth giving myself an inguinal hernia to keep reading. Of course this is nothing like the delicate giggling I reserve for public, since as we all know, it’s quite unladylike to laugh too loud or too long, especially if no men are laughing simultaneously.)

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