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Hello and welcome to another week of stuff.
How come nobody has ever told me that for weeks and weeks and weeks babies sound like they're trying to force their guts through their bellybuttons? The noise this baby produces is terrifying. I've never heard anyone or anything strain so much. I keep thinking something's going to pop.
Anyway. Here's a space GIF because space is amazing.
If that didn't blow your tiny little mind, maybe old people playing GTA will. At least I hope it entertains you for 10 minutes.
Do you have a lot of money and like VW vans and stuff? Then this stretch Volkswagen bus from 1965 is for you.
Now you too can have an invisible boyfriend, complete with a story of how you met, and social proof (because if it ain't social, it ain't real). This would have come in handy when I was trying to explain the lack of boyfriend for all those years...
Oh, look, more space.
Sort of on the same theme (space...God...you know), here's fuckity-fucker, I mean, Richard Dawkins, reading some of the lovely letters he received.
Find the Golden Hour anywhere you are. What's the Golden Hour? "The Golden Hour (sometimes referred to as the Magic Hour) is often defined as the first and last hour of sunlight in the day when the special quality of light yields particularly beautiful photographs."
That's it! Go have fun.
