How does that work?
How does that work?
Jake's a woman with a beautiful voice.
I want this one when time's up.
... Hold me, hold me tight, I'm falling
Far away. Distant voices calling
I'm so cold. I need you darling, yeah ...
How to make your own yeast with just one potatoe. You could use it to make vodka and bread if you survive the apocalypse which is due shortly.
another, apparently safer way to search Google images. Works well.
Came across this today. Very useful to update some essential software like adobe, flashplayer et, etc. Recommend.
Came across this useful Microsoft site today. It fixed some problems I'd been having with my Windows Media Player.
Suers that have emimigrated over to Tumblr.
I'll miss my Serbian mate Sneazana's signature picture when she closes down her SU account on the 24th, along with a lot of others who have already followed suit. I've always liked the picture and I guess at this time it is particularly apt, as so many Suers have packed up and and headed down the long and winding road.
I have the Rugby World Cup in my trophy cabinet to ease the pain.
The truth about raw carrots. I was surprised as well.
So many top bands I've never heard of, that people send to me. This is what SU is was about. Good band By the way.
Just came across this today. Do you spend hours on the computer without a break? I know I do, and get eye strain, sore shoulders, etc. You can set this to pop up at whatever interval you would like to take a break. Has it's own eye exercises built in, or can play slide-shows or screensaver. A great find!.
Requiem song, for
StumbleUpon... some people are taking the changes pretty hard ... life goes on.
What the hell! The free flexor is for men only. So all youse wimmen out there, stick to your pink dumbbells OK?
Moral of the story. Be on the lookout for antelope next time you are biking down a track in the African bush.
a great place to find some great mixes of some of your favourite songs.
I've never really thought about this. Maybe I should? Nah, I'm never going to die.
Let me sing about the hell you're in
So it'll take me out of my life
Let me shout of bonds and walls and thorns
I can kick you while I'm down
I'll have to paint the most horrendous colours
To cover up my favourite chord
Knowing my luck I'll be the first not to die
My own striving for perfection and goodness flanks me
And laughs at the failure that I am from his dizzy heights
I'll never make it up there to become the real me.
And it keeps getting worse
You said it's just a product of aging
But that's not true
It's really all getting worse.
Thanks my mate Jengis