The chief judge in the case, Ahmed Refaat, opened the hearing with a flowery condemnation of Mubarak’s years in power, referring to them as “30 years of intense darkness, black black black, the blackness of a chilly winter night.”
DO YOU LIKE TRIALS? REAL TRIALS? BLACKER THAN THE BLACKEST NIGHT, TIMES INFINITYYYY!!!!!!!
After looking at several pictures of this performer, I’ve concluded it’s probably a guy. I’m not entiiiirely sure yet, but I feel pretty confident that I’ve identified the correct gender.
The current crop of UFC fighters are goddamn terrifying:
Jose Aldo, 145 lb. champion
25 years old
21-1, 14 KO/TKO, 1 submission, 6 decisions
currently on a 14 fight winstreak
5 title defenses
Anderson Silva, 185 lb. champion
37 years old
31-4, 18 KO/TKO, 6 submissions, 7 decisions
currently on a 15 fight winstreak
10 title defenses, with victories over 4 former Pride/UFC champions
Jon Jones, 205 lb. champion
24 years old
16-1, 8 KO/TKO, 5 submissions, 3 decisions
currently on a 7 fight winstreak
3 title defenses, all over former UFC/Pride champions
Junior dos Santos, 265 lb. champion
27 years old
15-1, 11 KO/TKO, 2 submissions, 2 decisions
currently on a 10 fight winstreak
1 title defense
Jesus Christ, I’ll never stop being amazed by how much behind-the-scenes drama there is with my friends once they start opening up to me. I think I’d function a lot better if I just didn’t know anything at all.
So, I just yelled at a middle-aged woman today. She messed up my two suit jackets, one of which was brand-new, when I sent them in to her at the dry cleaner to get pressed.
Incidents like these make me wonder if I really do have anger management issues. I was talking over the matter with her civilly at first, but once I realized it was going nowhere, I just snapped and yelled at her, even though we were surrounded by customers.
This week’s a mix of grief over legitimate things, grief over stupid things that I know I shouldn’t get too flustered by, and outright irritation over a bunch of stupid shit.
So I went hiking with my dad this past Memorial weekend. I forgot how hollow it feels when you reach the top of the mountain. You bust your ass off for hours hiking upwards, and then you get there, and you’re like, “So… uh… here we are. I guess we can go back down now.”
Jesus Christ, the new Tomb Raider game looks nice. A good lesson to be learned from games like Dark Souls and Bioshock is that games where you’re a weak little bitch are so much more fun than games where you’re an unstoppable juggernaut.
