Since I haven’t done enough work today, I might as well share the fruits of my goofing off:
1. Video of Rick Nash making a freaking amazing goal
2. Now Amanda and I can finally be videogame friends
3. Interesting map of the U.S. by dominant religion
The last bit of webbiness is a page of fun words that allow statements such as the following to be made:
My darling, when I tell you I was overcome by mammaquatian melolagnia watching you at the the Fly Girl auditions, dancing to M.C. Hammer, clad in the most bifurcated of spandex unmentionables, please do not think I consider you a colpocoquettish slattern, nor that I am some sort of eunoterpsian brassirothesauriast. Your dancing jolted me from my inveterate noeclexism and left helpless in the grip of cingulomanic, basorexic typhlobasian fantasies. Your firm handshake afterward awoke in me the most acute hirsutophilic tripsolagnophilia, with none of my former terror of amychesis. Nay, this timotrudian demon is now a mere shadow from my youthful tartarology — much like those lost years of imparlibidinous ozoamblyrosis — with no power to dim the horripilating thoughts I dare to dream of our future together. Alas, these desires hinge on the slim possibility that you might find in this polylogistic erotographomania some counterintuitive cacocallia.