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Yes, there’s a new Predator movie coming out. That’s not what I’ve got to show you today, though.

Vot der matter, Dutch, der CIA got dich pushink too many der pencillinks, ja?

Dava and I were discussing websites recently, and we decided to share a few sites we read that have little or nothing to do with writing or gaming. The first would be one of my favourites, Ned Hepburn’s Boner Party. While on the surface, it’s a sexist objectification (and therefore NSFW sometimes) of women, the comedy inherent in the writing will lift it above the base sexism and you’ll soon realise that it’s both sexist and genius. He’s lecherous because he cares.

"Christina Fucking Hendricks" on Boner Party

It’s the Star Wars Holiday Special! Things to look out for: Carrie Fisher is far from sober, and it’s a little depressing. Harrison Ford doesn’t want to be there. Mark Hamill talks like a kid’s TV presenter. Chewie’s son is called Lumpy. Oh, and it’s so bad even George Lucas, who had little to do with it, disowns it. This is why he became such a control freak and why we ended up with Episode One (review).

So, get some Wookiee-ookies from the cookie jar, pour yourself a drink the size Carrie Fisher would and enjoy. Happy Life Day!

Rather than assume you’ve seen this video, I’ll just embed it without comment.

Contrary to popular opinion, the soundtrack isn’t East Hastings by Godspeed; it’s In the House – In a Heartbeat by John Murphy.

All this could have been avoided if he’d just remembered his pee bottles.

A beautifully illustrated tale of woe, told in words, MS Paint and piss.