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It’s Friday morning. We’ve had a long week, but we are now in the home stretch. It is a weird thing, weekends and all that, the effect of the working life on the human psyche. I mean, everyone is only alloted so many days on this Earth, and so each one should really be given equal weight and equal opportunity to please or disappoint us. But that’s simply not the case. A Monday does not feel the same as a Friday, not in the workaday world. The potential for joy feels constrained on a Monday while it feels limitless on a Friday. By Sunday night the cycle will have repeated itself and we will have come full circle. But for now, on this morning, we are at the cycle’s peak, and still flush with the hopeful anticipation that attends any unlived weekend. Who knows just HOW relaxed we will get or just HOW much fun we will have with our friends. If anything, this Friday morning, we would love to just loosen that one lever under the seat of our office chair and hear the pneumatic hiss as the back reclines, kick our feet up on the desk, and lace our hands behind our heads because haven’t we earned it? But suddenly, the camera pans back and seems to zero in on us. ON US! Realizing this, we also realize that there are only a few seconds left before the cut to commercial. There is no time to even think. THIS IS IT! OUR TIME IS NOW! So what do we do? We fucking RUN THIS is what we do.
Let’s go, guys! Leave everything on the blog floor. We’re not done yet. The finish line is the finish line, not the morning before the finish line. (Via TheDailyWhat.)
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Woooo! Let us eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow many of us might have the opportunity to sleep in so might as well enjoy it, eh?*
*probably lacks the punch of ‘for tomorrow we die’, but at least we don’t have to deal with the entire dying aspect. Overall, I call it a win.
Dave Matthews would be proud.
More like “for tomorrow, I do laundry.”
Which I guess is pretty much the same thing. As we all know, laundry day can be a very dangerous day.
Beware the Tides of March, Max #oof
“Gentlemen, to bed! For tomorrow we rise at…what time’s the battle?”
His fly punching technique is even cooler than Barry Obama’s
Every time I try to adjust the back of my chair, I pull the wrong lever and my ass goes SHOOP to the floor.
Let’s talk about dancing, you guys. I only do it at weddings, because I’m terrible at it! According to MsQuinn, my dancing consists mainly of me stomping my feet. Like I said – terrible!
What about you guys? Do you like to dance? Are any of you half decent at it?
I’m a pretty great dancer. I’ve actually already been featured on Videogum: http://videogum.com/84061/watching_white_people_dance_is/music-related-content/
That’s a Videogum Deep Cut right there.
Oh man, that video. Great timing. I’ll be heading to Pitchfork today, and I can only hope to see some dancing somewhere near this caliber.
I never really feel the need to dance, but for some reason I like watching other people dance, poorly, well doesn’t matter, as long as it’s not my parents, you’re embarrassing mom amirite
I end up doing this thing where I start pointing at people when I try to dance. I hate that I do it but I don’t know what to do with my hands.
I actually danced for ten years. I competed nationally, taught classes, performed in dance troops and coached some of my own teams for competitions and performances. I guess I’m alright.
I haven’t danced seriously in two years now. I had to leave it behind to pursue some other goals. I’m hoping to pick it back up again soon.
The only songs I dance to are Hungry Eyes and Push It, because I have specific moves for those songs that get me all the ladies.
I’ve been told I dance like an excited muppet. Not sure if it was a compliment or not…
I’m thinking more like this.
I danced my ass off last night. Has anyone seen my ass?
Chicago: Skraight Killin it this week
Damn, dude. The avatar mask is really off this week, huh?
Yeah, Guess the HoverCat is out of the Bag (And Coming for your Soul, as it were)
I love any kind of dancing that looks fun and non-self aware. Every time I dance, I am thinking “Oh god, my arms and where’s the beat?”, and it’s not enjoyable at all. I tried going to clubs a few times thinking it would be like Eighties movie scenes, and everyone just did that humpy thing which is gross.
That was to R2D2, and now I’ve got that flushed face embarrassment similar to dancing in public. Full circle.
If you know the rights clubs to go to, you can see people in their 40s doing that humpy thing to Rick Springfield, and then it goes from gross to The Best.
I love love love how excited the kid gets when he sees he’s on TV. It’s his moment. He’s been training for it, and now… now the time to shine.
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