That's How It Happened

On Friday night, listening to Graham Coxon, for the first time in a decade, I got knocked down in a mosh pit. I felt that perhaps I had left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Cambridgeshire. Unfortunately, sublime though it was, I also lost my car keys, and had to sleep in a tent. Festivals suck; crappy food, seas of mud, and the constant whine of public school rastas inhaling balloons of hippy crack. It's good to be back.

David Foster Wallace visits Wimbledon, finds God, in the form of Federer.(via)

I've posted plenty of DDR videos in the past, but this one is off the frickin hook. Back flips, breakdancing, hand stands, and flawless rhythm. Best. DDR. Ever. (Thanks, Gracey)

Vader is more popular that you can possibly imagine: The Vader Sessions. (Thanks, P Dicky)

T-shirt of the week: Bad grammar makes me [sic].