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These photos are just mind-blowing. So mind-blowing, in fact, that I’m not even going to write stupid captions for any of them.

Captured Photo Collection » David Guttenfelder in Afghanistan Photos

As much as I hate Florida State University, and the city of Tallahassee, and everyone who lives in it, even the infants, there is a soft spot in my heart for Bobby Bowden.  It’s small and practically invisible. Tinier than the size of the tiniest piece of dust, just floating around in the atmosphere far above Earth…but it’s there.  Good luck, sir. Maybe you can now move out of that horrible, disgusting shithole of a city that calls itself Florida’s capitol and live out the rest of your days in the relative peace of a fairer city.  A city named Gainesville.

You know what’s awesome?  When an amazing defensive end gets arrested just days before one of the biggest game of his - and his team’s - life! Way to put your team and your university in a nearly unnavigable spot, dumbass. Good thing the burdened is lessened as Alabama doesn’t have an incredible running back! Oh wait.

James Poniewozik does a good job explaining. And also not explaining. And in not explaining, actually does explain.  Just read.

I never give blog time to my love of Peyton Manning.  With all due respect to the boyfriend, he is pretty much the perfect man.

via cajunboy

December 6, ya’ll. Timmy Tebow.  Marry me.

Jermaine Jackson.  YOU MAKE ME SICK.

…I think Whitney Houston is an asshole.  I love me some 1980s and 1990s Whitney. But after that?  Asshole.  H8 U.

I found the antidote to Seasonal Affective Disorder everyone. Someone get me the contact information for the editors of JAMA because this is legit.

Yesterday, I woke up from a mid-afternoon nap around 5 p.m. to total darkness outside. Immediately, I was seized with seasonal depression. Frankly, the fact that I lasted until Nov. 21 is pretty good for me - usually it starts with daylight savings time.

As it were, I was literally just so sad and overcome. I was ready to slip off to the bathroom with a knife and end it all,* except I had to make a poster for GC’s comedy show. To have something to do while I drew, I asked if he had any good songs on his iPod. He mentioned he had just downloaded MJ’s Greatest Hits, to which I said, okay.

Within two songs, my depression was gone. Within four, I was asking if he cared to watch me recreate the dance battle from Beat It. (Not right then, as it turned out. I was able to later.) Within six the door separating his room was mine was closed on account of me singing too loud while he was trying to practice his routine for the last time.

Here’s the order in which I recommend you listen for maximum effect. By no means is this a complete list, so feel free to substitute wherever necessary:

• Black or White
• Jam
• Beat It
• I Want You Back
• ABC
• Bad
• Say Say Say
• The Way You Make Me Feel
• Man in the Mirror
• Dirty Diana
• Rockin’ Rob
• Ben (this is also an opportune break for a good cry.)
• Smooth Criminal
• Blame It on the Boogie
• Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough
• Remember the Time
• Rock with You
• Heal the World (cry, reprise)
• The Girl is Mine
• Wanna Be Startin’ Something
• Human Nature
• PYT
• Thriller
• Shake Your Body

* Please don’t worry, mom. This was for comedic effect.

It’s as delightful as it is surreal.