Catherine and I are often caught making o.... No wait that never did happen. But are often in batte fighting for the last word in our IM conversations. She has probably had more past wins than I have but I'm starting with tonights one that will posted right here since I won it. Well. My computer isn't lying and if she says so she needs to get a new one with less of a ping rate. Anyway here is proof of tonights spoils.

(22:45:22) Goldilocks: No I just fight for the last word.
(22:45:26) Goldilocks: LAST WORDS
(22:45:39) Catherine: you have them
(22:45:43) Goldilocks: This line was typed in advance in case you snuck in.
(22:45:49) Catherine: i know
(22:45:50) Goldilocks: But I didn't finish it in time.
(22:45:54) Catherine: so GO
(22:45:59) Goldilocks: Don't make me randonly type.

Yes I do realize that I am missing a log time. Something I will work on for further proof of spoils. Just take my word that I won for tonight.

Now I'm not gonna post the whole thing. I'll take up too much space. The link for it is here;
http://www.somethingawful.com/d/your...
But here is the first couple of paragraphs to whet your appetite... (Did I mention they have pictures!)

"All I ask is that you think critically about the music you listen to. It’s not so hard. Next time you put on a record, close your eyes and ignore how cool the band’s logo would look on a t-shirt. Allow the music to be processed by the part of your brain that does your taxes (or your math homework if you’re too young to work for The Man). After a few minutes, ask yourself “is this terrible?” If you’re listening to a System of a Down record, you will either think to yourself “wait a minute, yes, this is terrible,” or you will be unable to think things to yourself because you were kicked in the head by a horse when you were a child. If the former is true, congratulations. You’ve graduated. You’re now a discriminating non-idiot, and you can fend for yourself in the big scary world of adult tastes. If the latter is true, you can probably consider yourself exempt from this article, because you’re an adorable man-child halfwit who just wants hugs.

A third option exists. Perhaps you’re steadfastly holding on to your misguided little teenage love of System of a Down. Perhaps you’re unwilling to admit that they’re terrible because you refuse to turn on the special part of each and every human brain that is biologically devoted to hating System of a Down. Be not afraid, child, I can fix you. It’s my job. There are plenty of low-wattage individuals who never realize how offensively stupid their favorite band is until some hero like me comes along and snaps them out of it.

I never thought I’d have to worry about System of a Down. Hard rock fans, I thought, don’t usually bother spending their money on children’s novelty records. But I admit it, I was wrong. I overestimated the mental faculties of hard rock fans, which is a dangerous thing to do. Hard rock fans have never been the deepest thinkers (getting stoned and going “what if this is all… like… what if we’re all, like, inside a huge… uh...” doesn’t count). However, I figured that since Tool was so popular, rockers had come to expect at least a veneer of fake intelligence tacked onto a solid core of dumb. System of a Down has a thin, watery varnish of fake smarts smeared sparsely over a huge, majestic blimp of dumb..."

Japan decides to stop killing Humpback whales near Antarctica. http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/asiapc...
Great. Now if only they stopped everywhere else and with every other whale.