Think your turkey's going to be delicious? TOSS IT IN THE GARBAGE! It doesn't belong here. But a video game themed menu does.

APPETIZERS
Mario Brothers stuffed mushrooms
Pac Man fruit platter
Madden 20XX Buffalo wings

Music To My Ears.

Let the good times roll.
- Las Vegas 2011

I stumbled upon this gem while browsing Reddit. It's one of Beethoven's less popular symphonies. I really enjoy classical music. It reminds me of my youth. When I was younger and accompanied my mom to the mall, I grabbed a few books at Barnes & Nobles and plopped myself down in a corner to read, while she shopped. This track, along with other classical pieces played.

Surrounded by this music eventually led me to explore other classical composers, which led me to fall in love with this genre even more. I soon became obsessed with classical music, filling my playlists with live recordings, attending concerts, and eventually making classical music (and smooth jazz) a part of my bed time routine.

Music is powerful, isn't it?

This made my head hurt a bit.

The things you find with public Facebook walls.

Q&A Sessions from around the world.

The Netherlands and Holland are known for their tulips, odd wooden shoes, and notorious red light district. But did you know they love--and I mean love--sprinkles? I find the Netherlands to be a bit quirky, along with its unusual inhabitants. If you've never been to Europe or the Netherlands, but always wanted to visit, here's random facts and very interesting tidbits a my friend from the Netherlands, Marloes, shared about her home land.

Marloes, being stalked by Sinterklaas, which is their variant of Santa.

1. What's with the Dutch and Holland? Don't ever say to a Dutchie that they're from Holland, it's the Netherlands unless the person is actually from North-Holland or South-Holland (which are two provinces of the NLs). I suppose this is like calling all Americans the same?

2. How much do you love sprinkles? The Dutch love sprinkles on toast. I’m talking the sprinkles kids put on ice cream, but Dutch adults put it on bread. My breakfast consists of two slices of bread with milk-chocolate sprinkles (there are tons of flavours and sizes sprinkels).

I love these delicious ants!

3. The Dutch will only eat one hot meal a day? Yes, true. We only have one hot meal and it usually is the one called dinner. Lunch is usually just more bread with sprinkels. I didn't know this was unique to the Netherlands!

4. The Dutch love speaking English. How's yours? You have heard me speak English, judge for yourself (it's actually not that bad)! Also, most of the Dutchies are multilingual speakers!

5. Is there a rivalry between you guys and Germans? Partly true. There's still lots of stereotyping towards Germans but personally, I don't do it. Especially since I live near the border and my dialect has a Germanic-heritage so lots of words are the same between us. Germans [enjoy] digging holes on the beach is true! No one understands why, but they do this a lot. They also place sticks everywhere to 'mark their territory'. Insert World War II joke here.

6. How is the weather there? The country is drenched with rain year round, but the Dutch never use umbrellas. Umbrellas are super dangerous whilst riding a bike because your view is completely blocked. Not to mention the wind coming underneath and essentially breaking the umbrella because it's thrown backwards. Much safer riding a bike with our wet suits (mine is fireman-red so I'm visible at all time). The part about 'raining every day' is an exaggeration. It's no wetter than Germany/Belgium/whatever. It's just that Dutchies like to moan and complain more so it sounds as if we have the worst to deal with.

7. The Dutch have strange snacking habits. TRUE! Frikandellen, kroketten, bami-bal, nasi-bal and bitterballen, they're all yummy and delicious. Especially with fritessaus (a less fatty form of mayonaise), curry, ketchup, mustard, applemousse and pindasaus. Febo delivers the before-mentioned stuff in little slots in walls and are best eaten during rush-hours.

Why yes, I'm happy to see you.

8. There's a lot of bikers there. I hear bike theft rate is high? True, research showed that on average, a Dutchie's bicycles will get stolen at least 3-4 times in their life. That's happened to me only once and the feeling is horrible. I now use at least two locks when I leave my bike.

9. So are the Dutch big potheads? Not true. I honestly know only a few people who use drugs. It's just the tourist who get high etc. because it's illegal in their own countries and well, here it's okay. Not the best way to spend a holiday though.

10. You guys are known for tulips. So does your front yard look anything like this?

Her: No, my front yard does not look like that. My view is a vineyard The tulips are mostly found in the western part of the country, near Rotterdam for example.
Me: Now I don't know if I want to visit now.
Her: If you do come over next summer, I'll explain what the phrase 'Een beschuitje delen' means!

That's all the time we have for this session. Hopefully you found these answers informative and perhaps interest you to look into vacationing here. Next time, I have a Q&A with a friend from Japan. GOJIRRA!

Making accidental connections to the world around you.

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Here's a hypothetical scenario I randomly thought about while taking a shower (isn't that where most ideas are born?). Say you've been dating this person for a few years. S/He has two other identical twins, and using my math skills, that makes them triplets. They all share the exact same personality, looks, style, smell the same, and similar mannerisms. In fact, their parents have difficulty telling them apart.

This is a porno in the making.

On a quiet evening out to dinner, s/he reveals to you that on occasion, they've been substituting each other for emergencies, which you obviously were unaware of (for some reason this sounds like a movie). Do you consider that cheating given the factors above?

Met another new hire in the office. He looks Asian.

Female Italian Coworker: I think he's Hawaiian.
Me: Chinese or Filipino.
FIC: Def' Filipino or Hawaiian....his skin is mad dark to be Chinese. He's not yellow!

Awkward pause

FIC: Oh snap!
Me: Well he definitely ain't Italian. He has no hair. Lemme check your forearms.

/I grab her forearm

FIC: I hate you!

Italian girls disapprove!

This picture is the sh*t!

Not sure if she's dead or sleeping.

I'd like to feel the Force Choke on this one!

It's the return of the eProp bomb!

Whale, whale, whale, are you in for a treat today. Many of you have asked and waited patiently for this day to come. Well, wait no longer, your day is here! Not familiar with what eProp bombs are? Simple! Just follow these simple rules and if everything goes as planned, nobody gets hurt (at least not physically).

1. Visit the website that I've provided below. This is the target of the ebomb.
2. On the listed post, leave a comment. Be sure to use the topic of choice listed below. Be creative, be original. Just have fun.

Target: http://grandfortuna.xanga.com/769255201/i-worship-his-shadow--part-5--the-time-prophet/

Topic of choice:
Talk about the grossest incident you've experienced in life. The more grossly detailed, the better.

If you can read what is read on her website, you deserve my first born. You have to be either doped on some really good weed, or locked in solitary confinement to understand what in God's green earth is in this posting. Good luck!

72 hours of Sandy blowing everyone on the East Coast.
That slut.

Day 1
8am - I've the day off. Woohoo!
8:01 - Going back to sleep. This week is going to be the best week ever!
1pm - Hmm, it's not so bad outside. Just misty. A few leaves moving.
2pm - My nails are getting long, better clip them.
3:30pm - Wind is picking up. Nothing crazy.
4:25pm - Time for some Battlefield 3.
5pm - UGH! The power is flickering.
5:20pm - NOOOOO! Power is out! I'm sure it'll return soon.
5:35pm - Trying to build a house out of playing cards in my yard is proving most difficult.
6pm - No MTA service in NY? This is crazy, but interesting at the same time.
7pm - Okay, where's the power?
7:09pm - Praise Jeebus! Remembered I've an outlet in my Jeep. Getting my laptop/hotspot action going on, followed by admitting internet addiction.
7:30pm - Wind is really picking up. Should I take my kite out?
8pm - Oh god, I hope my ice cream will make it through the night!
8:45pm - Radio is on and there's crazy flooding!

Good job, Johnson, you found that leak!

9pm - I call upon Thor to power my house to watch Monday Night Football!
9:01pm - Damn it.
9:16pm - Can't tell if my tree is swaying or my house is shifting.
9:50pm - I see flashes of blue in the sky but no thunder. Apparently it's transformers exploding. NO, OPTIMUS, NO!
10:25pm - I wonder how long I can last without my phone.
10:27pm - I MUST CHECK THE LATEST STATUS UPDATES!

11pm - I just sent out an evite for my looting party. This will end well
11:15pm - Well, the convenient part of taking a candle everywhere around the house is after taking a dump in the bathroom.
11:30pm - Still no power. Am I really going to bed before 12? I feel like a grandpa.

Day 2
8:29am - A flock of birds are seeking refuge under my porch during this hurricane. Part of me is "awwing" while my stomach growls. Decisions.
9:30am - Listening to the radio now and there's lots of destruction. Hope everyone's okay! The hipsters can go though.

Woohoo! Found that Tetris piece.

10am - Breakfast time! Ice cream...lots and lots of ice cream. I guess it's okay.
10:20am - Contemplating going into work to charge my phone,make coffee, and take a shower. But the zombies will eat me!
11am - Still no power. I'm going to start looting if there's no power tomorrow.
12pm - I hope we don't have work tomorrow. But it's such a waste without power!
12:30pm - Contemplating building a jetpack.
1pm - Just remembered there's a outlet in my car. I'm mother effing McGyver with this ish.
1:25pm - Time to catch up on the internets!
1:28pm - Wow, is Facebook depressing or what?
1:30pm - Jersey Shore blown away? How will they gym, tan, and do laundry?

And if you look closely enough, you can see a re-used condom from Snooki

2:20pm - Lunchtime! Let's see, mint chocolate chip or vanilla bean ice cream?
3pm - I took a walk around the block and there's a huge tree that fell down. I wish somebody would take my planking photo.
4pm - The line for the gas station is literally around the block. I'm gingerly pouring gas from the gas can onto the street as I cruise by and honking my horn. 'MURICA!
4:03pm - So I hit a squirrel. Sue me!
40:30pm - Going to the market for some supplies. I'll go Walking Dead on anybody who gets in my way. Now where did I place my butter knife?
5pm - ELECTRICITY! WHERE ARE YOU?
5:10pm - Whoever said that Chinese Water Torture is the worst form of torture has clearly never experienced life without electricity for more than 48 hours.
6:45pm - My mom is listening to the radio and dancing to "Beat It" by candle light. I guess she's the first to go insane. We'll miss her.

A photo of your mother after she walks past me.

7:26pm - That package of raw bacon looks really tempting right now.
750pm - Did I just hear a zombie lurking outside? NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE MY BRAINS!
8pm - My friend, Tommy is coming by. We're having an electricity party; seeking any place that's open and plugging our phones in.
8:05pm - All the lights and traffic lights are out. It's everyone for themselves. Time to put my Grand Theft Auto skills to the test. GOOD LUCK, EVERYBODY ELSE!
8:15pm - Okay, so nothing's open.
8:35pm - We're having cheese, meats, crackers, and drinks over candlelight. No homo.
9:30pm - TwitFaceMail time!
9:36pm - Well, that was far more depressing than before!
10:30pm - Bed time. At this rate, I'll be sleeping at 7pm!

Day 3
12am - Shoot me now.
12:30am - Shoot me now.
1am - Shoot me now.
1:30am - Shoot me now.

2am - Shoot me now.
2:30am - Shoot me now.
3am - Shoot me now.
3:30am - Shoot me now.
3:25am - Shoot m--YAY! Power's back!

Boobs. Boobs (and some butts) as far as the eye can see.
It's been a while.

GROSS! Tidy up your bed!

Yes,  I do enjoy tongue piercings, too.

That is one unfurnished room. I hope there's no blinds either.

Luckiest countertop ever.

Excuse me, but have you seen my buns?

"Oh, I wasn't planning this shot at all! Heehee!"

Awkward pushups.

Eyes down here, buddy!

Between a rock and...another rocky place.

I'm sure the news reporter in the back is as excited as the dog behind her.

My Child Is An Honor Student.
And nobody cares if he or she is. Why is the fridge the recommended area for putting up your kid's As and perfect test scores? If I really wanted to exploit my kids, I'd laminate their tests and tape them on our "Welcome Mat"

"YOU GET A OR GET OUT OF MY HOUSE." -Said every Asian dad.

Office Stereotypes.
"You look like the one who would know this...where can i get bootleg ps3 games?" - Coworker

Texts from my mom.
Friday:
"dun drink toooo much til you throw up"

Saturday:
"I'm going to an after party."

The Party in a Bag.

How men clean toilets.

GENIUS!

This meetup was no different than any previous meetup. Good friends, good food, tons of booze, and plenty of incriminating photos. For this Xanga Meetup, Xangans from California, Boston, and Virginia made it out to NYC for a weekend of adventure.

Featured in this Xanga meetup photoblog: @flipguy31o @timmmmmmy @Roadlesstaken @scrooge0 @infinitiny @lcrazyaznl @lovejennyy @lovelybish @urbanspringlove @eatdrinkandbemaryy @mkazama @ladiiee @jia_x3

You don't want to see my when I'm angry.

A visit to the Met to start some trouble and make some memes.

COME AT ME, BRO!

Where every night of a meetup begins, with bottles of soju.

TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT

Kim makes a surprise before her "dinner." LIES!

One of many drinking games; flick the extension off.

Flick number 5,1893

Dafug?

A table at Ichiumi for more alcoholic consumption.

Ex-wifey approves!

MORE APPROVAL!

Mo dranks!

YOU are not the father!

A wild Flip appears!

Drunk enough that the bottom of my boot fell off.

Ending the night at Space Billiards.

Michelle is excited. Drunk Bianca and friends not so much in background.

A good night grope.

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Dishonored Gameplay

I've been uploading some videos of some games I've been playing. Latest being Dishonored for PC.

Do Not Wants.
A collection of the worst photos of girls on dating sites.

I survived tornadoes and blizzards. Navigated my way out of treacherous mountains with no tour guides. Been bitten (and bit) various animals. But nothing would prepare me for this. I tiptoed in front of death's front door as I ventured into the dangerous pits of online dating.

My eyes will never be the same. My hours of sleep will surely dwindle. I scour the websites so you don't have to. I present to you the worst of the worst.

Katy Perry really let herself go over the years.

What's worse than the Duckface? An ugly duckface.

ERMERGERD! GERD CHURS SERMERCHES!

Dead grape leaves. Absolutely fascinating!

"What I look for in partner is hair. Lots."

Special talent? Walks on water.

Nicki Minaj? Is that you?

Fake tan? Check.
Duckface? Check.
Taking photo with iPad? Check.
Worst human alive? Check.

She's a hairstylist. No joke.

A wild emo appears!

First date.

Dad must be so proud! Or in jail.

Presenting: My New Yoga Instructor.
Suddenly, downward dogs became a lot more difficult to concentrate to.

Yes, this is her. I don't think I've ever been so happy to be in a class of any sort. Not even that breast massage class in 2009. Well, almost. She came over to me and noted she'll be doing classes in my gym regularly. She mostly does morning (7am) classes--I consider 1pm morning--but you gotta make sacrifices for the greater good, right?

I've been doing yoga for a little over four years now. I enjoy it and after class, feel soreness in areas I never knew. But it wasn't always fun. My first time at yoga in particular.

When I was recommended to start doing yoga:

What I thought my yoga instructor would be like:

What I thought I'd be doing in class:

When I see a steady stream of women coming into class with yoga pants:

What was on my mind during class:

When I try to see what the instructor is doing and somebody's butt is in the way:

When I start falling all over the place and someone to my left notices:

When my yoga instructor compliments me on my poses:

When someone starts offering tips...TO THE INSTRUCTOR:

When a cute girl complimented my yoga mat (It's blue, bishes!):

When the instructor demonstrated the downward dog to me for the first time:

How my friends reacted when I told them I do yoga:

How I felt walking out of class:

When I finally arrived home: