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Timewaster of Amazingness

Chilled with the famil-am this weekend. Spent part of Saturday morning sitting on the couch with my little brother (This is the one situation in which I insist on being an annoying older sister. He hates that I call him my "little" brother, and pick me up and shook me like a rag doll yesterday to remind me that while younger, he is bigger. But I can't do it. He's got to be my little brother. Sorry, dude.) and hitting "StumpleUpon" over and over and over on his laptop.


Finds included:

The Aurora Borealis. He has now suggested we go for a trip up north, just to see them "for real."
A whole bunch of great quotes. (Oh, Tina Fey!)
Hilarious celebrity portraits. I think my fave is Paul Rudd's. (warning: some portraits are suggestive...)
This 8-bit music video. I don't like the video, but I'm digging the song something fierce.

I will not get StumbleUpon for my laptop, because I cannot handle the temptation to keep clicking.

It's kind of addictive.

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  1. I can confirm that StumbleUpon is highly addictive, as I used to "like" some 10-20 links a day, and leave the most cringe-worthy reviews. Case in point: "Man, Peter Jackson has glorious genius. And the fact that he is humble too is awesome" -- left on a preview site for his major flop King Kong.

    If you join, look me up! I haven't used SU in 3 years, but the user profile still exists: http://www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/korporate/all/

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