Baby it's cold outside

Glee version with Chris Colfer and Darren Criss.

It's my best version of this song so far but I also like the other three version whose links are enclosed under. I expected the Micheal Buble version to be better but I was disappointed he didn't hit the timing to my taste. It was good but a little lagging.
Love the song. Tell me what you think.
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Lovely article about the need for the return of cultural and artistic artifacts seized during the colonial rule by unlawful means.

The article was interesting although a bit long. It featured a good amount of history and many direct quotations but was presented in a style that emphasized the writer's skill and knowledge on the issue. The main theme of the argument was on why do colonial masters say they've given up on slavery but still refuse to return the objects they took under unlawful means.
Why should Africans be deprived of their cultural heritage?
Read it. It was educational and entertaining. It also gives a brief insight on why I hate the boy scouts.
And after all no knowledge is lost.
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Alone (by Edgar Allan Poe)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

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These Libraries Fall like dominoes

I always had this dream of going into the library on some quiet night and pushing down the first shelf in a row of shelves and watching all the rest fall down like dominoes. It's not because of some inbred hatred of libraries and books or some unexpressed anger with words and language expressed in written form, and how they elude me. No. I am a bibliophile and I simply enjoy watching dominoes fall and would love to try it in a larger and more complicated setting.

Of course there would be problems involving books and rare first editions and mismanagement and disciplinary committees and all sorts of accompanying punishments but in the long run I think I'd enjoy the memory of the sound of a thousand books. A million whispers. The pull of gravity on all knowledge and of course the chaos.

(Forgive my bad pun. I never really liked the Nicki Minaj original, girls fall like dominoes.)

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Breakups

I had always thought that after my first breakup I would do something incredible like start up some unknown idea based on hidden talent and an inspiration lurking somewhere inn my subconscious. Oh was I wrong. Maybe I had taken too much influence from the social network (a movie I encourage everyone to watch it makes you think outside the box). Maybe I was too romantic in my thoughts. Maybe I dreamt too big or thought too high.

However, when reality struck its double-edged blow, I was unprepared. My laptop (agent of awesome) was stuck a few feet below ground level in the basement of the library which was, as you guessed right, closed.
I might just be fishing for excuses but I wonder what if by some stroke of genius or luck (whichever holds true for you) I had invented some wonder that had everyone hooked up like harmless nicotine, some technological revolution like Microsoft or Facebook.

What if?

Well it is my job to wonder and ponder on the past and fates' to decide but that still bears no pleasure for my now groaning mind. At times I wonder, did I love her? and in truth I think I did.
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