I like this song... Alot.
It didn't hit me at first but after a few times listening to it I'm completely into it. When the chorus kicks in I damn near melt. The last two minutes of the song is like a wet dream for me, even when it gets a little weird and starts to fade into a clip from Carnival in Brazil (both audio and video), just ride it out; it works. Enough talk. Get this file NOW. And for those of you who don't necessarily dig the album track, try the UNKLESounds mix, that may be more your bag.
Doves - There Goes The Fear
Album | UNKLESounds Mix | Video
Is the Dreamcast considered 'retro' yet? For a system with such a short life span, How could I love it so much. Today was total dork out day. I spent much of it watching Star Trek Voyager in my underware (that's not what made it dork out day...). Post shower and dressing myself, we were going to go see a movie, but once it got late and Harry & Phil were already settled in I decided now was the time to introduce them to my old love interest, The Sega Dreamcast. Harry's initial reaction was along the lines of "Holy Shit, You still have one of these? Does it work... Isn't this what they played games on back in the 90's..." After a brief history of gaming to get them up to speed, I broke out the old DC Spindle and we started down the stack. Old favorites like Crazy Taxi, Tony Hawk 1 & 2, Sonic Adventure, Wetrix+ and MDK 2 came rushing back to me, but my eyes were on the prize: Self Bootable Mr. Driller with CDDA. Oh yes... This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Mr. Driller's overly simplistic gameplay and cunningly trick levels made for HOURS of enjoyment. I only wish the DC version had a multiplayer like the DS version does. Which reminds me... must hunt down Driller-Kun import, the US release doesn't let you play multiplayer from 1 cartridge, JAP does. They get these things because they are better than us, or so Brandon says.
Eventually we came full circle back to current gen systems playing Naruto: Narutimate Hero until my eyes dried up from not blinking for 30 minutes straight. I think unplanned game night was a success. Next time I think I'm going to try dropping Tetrisphere on them. That should rock their minds just enough.
I would like to upgrade to MovableType v3 but apparently they want money for the features I want. The free version is OK for 1 author and 3 blogs... Do they have one with 3 authors on 1 blog, that would make me happy. For anything close to that the want $69. Now, I'm not about to pirate MovableType but COME ON! I haven't bought software since Windows 3.1 (Half-Life 2 and System Shock 2 don't count, they are games). It's a good product but is there any alternative that will upgrade from my current base platform of MovableType and retain all of the posts and layout? I really don't want to go through CSS hell again. I have earned my way into CSS Purgatory and chill here with all of the unbaptised babies on Xanga and Blogger what use animated gifs and 2048x1600 jpgs as their backgrounds. ...Ok, Sorry about that one.
Those fuckers stole my CatCam idea and strapped it to poor Lucky the german shepherd. He doesn't look too happy about the facebelt snuggling that photo WAP up against his brain. I've got a fiver on Rover taking a finger with him when you try and put that motherfucker on him again. Besides, I like the idea John and I came up with to have the apparatus knitted into a pet sweater so the cat could wear it in a less awkward place than his forehead. Honestly, that dog is what happens when you get a Borg, a Klingon and a unwitting canine in a room with some pornography and lube.
EN sent me the Microsoft guide to reading your children's chatlogs a few days ago and I've been trying to ease "|-|4/\/\" into an online conversation. It hasn't come up. In addition, EN just sent me a link to the original Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy text adventure game in flash, complete with images for the scenes. The Bill Hicks quote is a classic, and more people need to read and follow it. I think with the posting momentum we've got now, we're both required to keep posting at this rate or faster. Feel obliged... feel very obliged.
Note: SM seems to have a big problem referencing itself on a TrackBack ping. My attempt at TrackingBack has failed and I am worse off for it. I'm going to go kill myself... with media.
Everyone knows that the Superfriends were meant to be abused in homebrew video editing redubs for humorous or time-wasting results. Granted, the Superfriends reenacting an ad execs idea of pop culture generating gold could slip under the radar, but when your local troupe of 70's superheroes renders their own version of the Hollywood masterpiece, Office Space, then it requires a bit more effort to attend the experience than a passable minute where they employ slang to shout greeting to one another. "Wazzup!" this is not, I mean, the lip synching is commendable, the original material is dear to me, the video and audio quality is good and most importantly, today is a slow day at work. Boredom makes all the world a comedy, if you'll only pay attention.
Watching this video is just about the most fun I can have at work without spiking the water cooler or even taking off my pants. I say "just about", because my office has more to keep me entertained than just non-dairy coffee creamer, or breakroom blackpowder as its referred to on the street.
We've got RF generators the size of two or three Cadillacs stacked atop one another, process gasses ranging from pyrophoric (don't be lazy, just look it up) to carcinogenic, more acids than you can shake a silicon carbide coated molybdenum plate at (Why would you shake silicon carbide coated molybdenum plates at acids? Don't ask, it's a long story, which I may tell at another time.) and liquid nitrogen, liquid oxygen, liquid hydrogen, liquid argon, liquid liquid, liquid paper and anything else that can be liquefied. If you've got it, we've got a device like an industrial juiceman in the back that'll liquefy it.
Okay, honestly, we don't have Liquid Liquid or any other classic 80's No Wave bands here, however I think this place would make for a terrible concert venue. Between the acoustics of the factory space, my disregard for the safety of concertgoers (see the "Who's Who" of my workplace hazards above) and the fact that I can't find a way to listen to more music than I already do at work, I think bringing a band onto the production floor is a bad idea.
Michael Bolton: "That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life, Tom."
Samir Nagheenanajar: "Yes, it is horrible."
Yeah, the photo should get your attention. This is one step closer to the Kitty-Cat Bullet Cam idea, but used in a practical sense... Putting dogs in dangersous situations that humans need not be in. As much fun as it would be to watch a "well trained" police sniffer dog fetch dynomite (No, it's really not fun at all), I felt I just needed to post somthing.
It almost feels like an obligation now. I wish I had more to say or at least more thought processes behind them. I'm barely getting by with a few paragraphs, while Brando is pounding out a short story. Guess I just have vocabulary envy.
Anyways I also want to share:
MS 1337 5P34K v2.0: The money shot- "Thus, the word ham could be written as "|-|4/\/\.""
Know your games? I got a 35 out of 40..w00t! (Bomberman is "Dyna Blaster", fuckers.)
After Brandon's last post, I thought it would be a good idea to just go downstairs and get some air. I had not left my desk for a good 4 hours and had tried to start 2 conversations about jelly dildoes (unsuccessfully I might add). I proceeded downstairs, but instead of going outside I decided to just wander among the people wandering around Grand Central's Main Concourse.
Sure there are a lot of people and a good percentage of them are constantly in motion, but if you stay down there long enough you see that they all come back, 1, 2, 3 times. Some of them were just wondering around as I was. These people didn't look like they were waiting for a train or anything, just loitering. I pictured this place like a giant beehive, a whole lot of workers and no where to go... I wonder which one was the queen bee?
I should probably stop standing around the Shoe Shine booth. I think the polish is making me high... awesome.
The U.S. Supreme Court upheld the state of Alabama's right to ban the distribution of "any device designed or marketed as useful primarily for the stimulation of human genital organs." Butt plugs and jelly dildos have never sounded so sterile. This ban isn't just on the sale, but on any distribution of such devices. This means that you, being a craftsman of sorts, can fashion your own anal beads, but give them to someone else and you could be out 10k$ and jailed for a year. Now, I know your mind went racing off on a tangent, as mine did as well, once I referred to the act of giving a sex toy to another. I sit in anticipation for the day when I can see the Alabama Coalition for American Values and Ethics present in court that to use a sexual device on another is to "give it to them" over and over again, as it would be, and then assert that this is clearly distribution of the faux phallux to the genital region of the subject. Distribution of sex toys being illegal in Alabama, the court would hand down a stiff penalty for this illegal transfer of a rubber dong.
Now I know there are many more words to descriptively refer to sexual devices in a humourous way, but the point of this post is still looming. The legal action in this case centers on Alabama's 7 year old law that intends to prohibit the sale of synthetic genitals and their look alikes, so long as they are primarily designed or marketed as sexual aids. This sort of allowance makes way for neck and back vibrators and other such massage tools, but the word of the law refers to exemptions for sexual devices intended "for a bona fide medical, scientific, educational, legislative, judicial or law enforcement purpose." That list goes on futher than I think it should, but let us just take a look at it quickly.
I can understand medical, scientific and educational exemptions. This is so doctors, scientists and teachers can still buy all the strap-on, sit-on or ride-on devices they care to busy themselves with. They're hard working people and they're what keeps creativity and innovation moving in this country... they need all the breaks we can provide for them. They also need drugs, so I think a "medical, scientific and educational" clause in the country's drug laws are in order. No chance? Where would this country be without medicine, science and education professionals? Do you want them all to go to Europe and Canada where sex toys come free in cereal boxes and the drugs can be delivered right to your door? Sex, drugs and innovation for all, I say.
No, the problem doesn't lie in the first half of Alabama's too-lengthy exemption list. No, I find increasingly disturbing issues as the sentence plays out. Legislative, judicial or law enforcement purpose? Yeah, all three of them... in a row. Okay, legislators, I'm sure, will have no problem finding a use for a vibrating rod of latex. It'll look great in their constituents' collective rear as they make more restrictions on civil liberties for the "immoral" to utilize the "obscene". After the legislature is allowed their dirty devices, the same right is retained for judicial purposes. Will the judge weild a neon colored, semi-soft "penis gavel" to preside over cases of a sexual nature, or is it just to give the judge an obvious sexual advantage over a (well) hung jury?
Courtroom copulation aside, the most interesting stipulation, to me, is for law enforcement. Now I know this law wouldn't ban nightsticks or plungers, as those choice sexual assault / interrogation tools aren't designed or marketed for genital stimulation. So, why this allowance for the cops? Well the mind brings to light several brightly colored, buzzing and vibrating weapons that the pigs might break out and oil up to deal with a crowd of Conservative Christian Radicals. Should the weight of "anti-choice abortion stopping" and "anti-progress stem cell research blocking" protests become too much for them to bear, leaving them to hurl D-cell batteries and homemade firebombs at honest, hardworking police officers, the quadruple headed vibrating dildo assault system would be broken out. A shoulder-fired LAWS rocket based plastic wang accelerator could easily take out a dozen bible thumping minions while scattering the rest with the threat of high speed pentration from the extremely long arm of the law.
Do I really believe that the above situation is applicable to the world which you and I share? No, of course not. The cops would never attack Conservative protesters, even if they were letting loose with the lead-acid projectiles or even the occasional "rag in a fifth" IED. These aforementioned law enforcement tools would be used solely on the captured, subdued and restrained, but those who also fall into categories pertaining to minority status with regards to race, religion, ethnicity, sexual orientation or even political views. These such people are at the highest risk of being terrorists, and as such should be awarded no rights. Trial by a jury of your peers? Nevermind the peers or the jury, the trial is simply out of the question. Constitutionally protected due process shouldn't stand in the way of securing the safety of Americans. We'd rather live in a cage on antibiotics than risk dying at the hands of, well... anything. Fuck safety, fuck the government and fuck the police!
And now, your moment of zen: Alabama Attorney General Troy King says that this case involves conduct that is both public and commercial, the sale of sexual devices to the general public in commercial retail shopping centers and at in-house Tupperware-style parties.
For serious?
Bring me the head of the Comment Spammer. Just for this, I will hunt down and kill anyone recommending 0nline p0ker or enlarging my pen1s.
Felt like I needed to post and this seemed like as good a topic as ever since some people are taking this whole art exhibition thing alittle too seriously. If you do manage to get down to Central Park and check it out, besides turning into a major cruising spot, there are a few opponents of The Gates voicing their opinions.
The Daily Show has captured a bit of the Christo Fever and has a rather funny segment on it. The opening monologue had something to do with satutory rape as well. Statutory Rape, The Gates & Ikea... Someone was listening in on our conversation at brunch Karen.
Daily Show Clip 1
Daily Show Clip 2
Oh BTW, CompUSA had some sick sale and I picked up some 250GB HDDs for $100. I didn't just break the Terabyte barrier, I fucking pwned it ^_^ Official in system count: 1.44 TB
What was that address again? Http://*.*
Mark got his first issue of Make magazine a few days ago. It seems really nifty, and I can imagine it's the sort of thing I'd like on my coffee table. I'd also like to get my subscription to Res back and, of course, finally go through with that subscription to Giant Robot. I like the short formatting of magazines and also the portability of a magazine as opposed to a news website or online content aggregator.
Please don't use the word aggregator around me. It makes me think of agriculture, and by way of association through a lens of non sequitur, makes me think of a ponderous beast of farm equipment weilding silver bladed arms and a crop thrashing set of teeth lining its cavernous maw. This steel skinned, dielsel smoke belching abomination harvests, not assorted crops as foodstuffs to feed the mouth, but RSS feeds, emerging ever so slightly, like juvenile stalks of corn, from a rich soil bed of digital content, in order for we, the digital populous, to feed our brains. It's a complex scenario to build that takes up most of my ability to process information, and makes it difficult to pay attention to, nevermind take part in, a conversation. Oh, how I digress.
To say that I like magazines is a bit aside from the point. The point may well be that I enjoy magazines. Especially the monthly Res DVD that came slipped inside the magazine, serving as a sort of extra dimension for illustrative purposes to the articles and reviews. This comes across to me, as the extra mile between description and experience. That's where Make comes into the picture as a tome of experiential articles that beg to be attempted. The city smiles contentedly for homebrew kite photography and your handicam yearns for a chase scene, if only you'd build him the stabilizer he could don, just to make you proud of the footage, calm as a windless lake. Make magazine shows promise, and may well be one of the magazines I subscribe to.
Where does Giant Robot fit into my peculiar appreciation of periodicals? If you're thinking that I need it as little more than a centerpiece to my coffee table, or because the title "Giant Robot" showing cleverly from my magazine rack would make me seem trendy and not just a little smart, then you're only slightly right. I mean, who doesn't love Japanese culture? If, right now, you're saying that you don't, then you're engaging in what we in the business refer to as "lying". You know you like it because that's what it's all about. It's engineered to be likable and in some spots absurd, bordering on insane. They've had many, many years to design a culture that their expats can research, critique, review and present to you in glorious dead tree formatting.
It's really something, how a collection of strangers opining on subjects at least tangentially related to your interests can be organized into something you'd pay to have delivered to your door to read. And with that reflection on the magazine business, we see my hurdle in getting in on this trade. My door keeps moving, and to be unsure of where you'd like your mail delivered, is to be left out of the monthly portion of shining golden content of magazines.
Oh well, maybe when I move again to a residence a bit more permanent I'll get back my subscriptions. It's not like I have any shortage of reading material. The stack of unread books is towering over me by now, and even with short format selections to keep the pace up, such as The Best American Nonrequired Reading series, I can't seem to find the end of the queue. Hopefully, I never will.
8:55am
Today, upon arrival at work, I begin a double-blind competition with Mark to see who can drink more water during their work day. Once I arrive, I fill my water bottle, a 20 fluid ounce vitamin water bottle, with water from the water cooler just a few meters from my desk. As I sit down to look over the morning's news on Yahoo's front page, I drink slowly from the vessel. Crisp and cool, the water soothes my dry throat, having had nothing to drink before leaving the house this morning.
9:34am
I finish perusing the morning's happenings and notice that my bottle has been empty for a few minutes now. I didn't want to get up to get more because I was busy trying to figure out if I felt comfortable blaming our president for all the job losses during his presidency, and if so, can I confidently give him the low in unemployment that's happenening now, so he can place it in his trophy case next to tentative spots for defeating terrorism and reforming our social security system? Now I know that the low in unemployment is relative because it's being referred to as a "four-year low". That means that this is just a high for his term. How anticlimactic that news is to me. Congratulations, you're right back where we started before you elected yourself King of America. Now that the news is finished, I'm committed to drinking more water than I ever have before. Funny though, I don't have to urinate yet.
10:25am
Two bottles later, and I've finished breakfast. Just as I finished the first bottle in this set, I realized that I had to urinate, and figured an update would be in order. As I got up to find my way to the bathroom first, the receptionist announced that the coffee truck had arrived. This signals me to the start of the breakfast break. It's nice to eat breakfast on company time, and not having to think about clocking in our out makes it more relaxing than lunch break. My standard instant oatmeal breakfast included freeze-dried strawberries today, which always make the "cream" turn pink. I think it's cute, but it disgusts Laura, one of the women I work with. She gives me her packets of strawberries and cream instant oatmeal whenever she has them. I appreciate this because it makes me feel like she bought me breakfast. It's nice when someone buys you breakfast. Now that I'm back from the break, I've got my fourth bottle of the day sitting next to me waiting to be ingested and I think I'll go find out what it is that I'm supposed to be doing today at work.
11:17am
I'm part of the way into my sixth bottle of the day and I've begun regular urination at an uncomfortably quick interval, just about once per bottle. This makes me believe that each urination produces about 20 fluid ounces, and honestly, I don't quite believe it. Maybe I've underestimated my ability to retain water consumed. Regardless, the water coming out is looking alot like the water going in. I nearly feel bad flushing the toilet after leaving the water in it only a half litre higher and just a bit more sepia than when it started. I do it anyway. My task for now is to organize the medium-sized software library that the company's IT guy had in a filing cabinet behind his desk. I'm supposed to sort the discs by category, number them and then submit the collection. Carlos, the IT guy, will go through the database with me and we will eliminate any unnecessary items. Then the list will be updated to reflect the changes and the physical discs will need to be arranged in the filing cabinet to correspond to the numbering scheme I've assigned. It's not incredibly intelligent work, but it allows me to work by myself at my desk and affords me the time to read the interweb and write pieces such as this.
11:37am
I've just filled up my seventh bottle and finished a routine bathroom visit. Apparently Intel has devloped a laser that has something to do with silicon. This, of course, comes a no surprise to me. That's because I have no idea what the article explained to me in painstaking detail. I do know that it's the first time I've heard anyone use LASER (actually an acronym for Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation) as a verb since the movie "Real Genius". Lasing seems to me like it'd be less scientific and more about me sitting on my couch on a sunday and reading a book all day. It doesn't seem right to transmogrify an acronym, and a true pronouncable one at that, into a verb. I understand that scientists need verbs too, but we've got alot of them that we aren't using. Don't just make one up. I think I should make some progress on my organization project and also on this bottle of water. I can't risk the embarassment if I were to be caught ignoring my responsibilities. I mean, the software is a low-priority issue, but I only have a few more hours to drink all the water in the building.
12:31pm
Post-urination I wander to the water cooler to fill my bottle for the eighth time today. It's quickly approaching lunchtime, which rests at a neatly placed 1pm. I'm not at all hungry and I'm a little worried that Bill, the engineer who sits next to me and whose desk touches mine will notice that I'm going to the bathroom alot. I doubt he'll decide for himself that I'm trying to drink more water than my buddy, Mark. He'll probably assume that I've got bad diarrhea or that I'm doing lines of coke in the bathroom every 30 minutes. I suppose I'm fine with these assumptions, as I don't care too much what he thinks of my, actually non-existent, bowel movements or narcotics regimen. He's a perfectly nice guy, and actually the husband of Laura, who gives me the strawberries and cream oatmeal packets, and if he's thinking I've got ecoli or cocaine problems, he's probably having a more interesting day than I am because of it. I've got a sandwich for lunch which I built this morning before coming to work. Virginia ham, provolone, turkey breast, meunster cheese and a bit of mustard on potato bread. I plan to microwave my creation before I eat it to fool myself into thinking that it's better than it is. I'm not sure why this works, but melted cheese and hot meat pulls the wool right over my eyes. I can already smell the food from those that take an earlier lunch, as the cafeteria is a few meters from my desk. It's making me hungry and I know that another bottle of water won't make it go away. However, using a vitamin water bottle for my vessel makes the water smell faintly of the flavor that was once contained within. Mine smells of peach-mango, heavy on the peach.
12:56pm
The coffee truck has arrived, and so has the lunch break. I've finished my eighth bottle and the day is half over. Now I can take a break from sorting CDs to urinate, fill my water bottle and then eat my sandwich, all hot and melty. Should I get hungry again before the work day is over I've got apples, oranges and yogurt in two different flavors, raspberry and blackberry. I'm trying not to eat too much today because I'm going to the Old Country Buffet today after work for dinner with some friends. It should be a good time, filled with fried chickens, sodas, macaronis and cheeses, hams and roast beefs, country fried steaks, and soft serve ice creams. All those things and the company of good friends are enough to make a good evening. And yes, I know that the food items are all pluralized... it seems like a banquet when I write it out like that. It makes it seem more grand than dining with the local white trash at the southern fried food clearing house. Oh, the things you can fry if you just have a big enough pot!
1:40pm
Working on my ninth bottle of water just after my lunch break, I contemplate how long this database project may take me to complete. I also contemplate defecation. This, while the engineers are trying to create an iTunes cluster out of their iPods and the IT hardware they can reassign without anyone noticing. They seem to have much more to do with playing music than actual engineering. It's brilliant. They stand around talking about setting up a central media server, what kind of speakers they should buy for their workstations, and how they can do it without the IT guy noticing so they don't get into trouble for piracy. I don't feel so bad now about delegating a good 40% of my work day to water consumption. Peeling the dead skin off my fingers until they hurt and spinning in my chair until I get a tinge of nausea seems like a waste of time I could be wasting in a much better way. As a matter of fact, I'm going to finish this bottle of water and then drop the proverbial deuce. After that it's back to cataloguing and procrastinating.
2:10pm
I've just accidentally overfilled my tenth bottle of water, letting some spill out into the grating on the water cooler. This bottle contains my two-hundreth ounce of water for the day. That's a little strange to me, as I usually don't count how many bottles of water I have in a day. I feel full, like I've just eaten a great deal even after my visit to the restroom, and I don't think it's all the water's fault. However, I still look forward to the end of my workday and my coming visit to the Old Country Buffet. I think a bit of hydraulic cleansing is good for you, but only when it isn't followed by an artery-clogging dinner. I feel like this is just prepping my insides for quicker absorption of oils and salts. I wouldn't be surprised to see one of the patrons have a heart attack at the buffet tonight.
2:58pm
I'm twelve bottles into the game, and I can hear water sloshing around in my stomach. I think that's because I've imbibed an unrealistic three bottles in the past hour. I walked to the bathroom by the purchasing department to urinate this time and while I was travelling, I noticed that the water was making noise moving about in my stomach. I wondered if anyone else would be able to hear it, but decided against trying to demonstrate the effect for my coworkers. I doubt they'd be as entertained as I am. Honestly, I think the sound is a little out of place coming from my midsection. Biting on the dead skin on my fingers, I managed to open up a tear into my left-hand ring finger about the size of the head of a pin. It bled a little, but it mostly just hurts now when I touch it. Holding the cold bottle of water doesn't help it out at all. I actually drank a whole bottle while talking to the contractor they hired to set up an MRP system. Apparently, as he explained it to me, it is a database for controlling the resources for the company's operations. Basically a system to ensure that you don't have to order parts manually, but they're always there before you need them. It sounds interesting, and I wish I was working on it with him rather that sorting CDs for obscure business software and obsolete CAD programs. This is not much more fun than having nothing to do all day.
3:47pm
I'm finishing my thirteenth bottle and listening to Bright Eyes's "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning". I really like the track named "First Day Of My Life" off of this album. It's got a nice structure and the lyrics are well written, but there's something about the melody that makes we want to listen to it again and again. It seems to me, a beautiful progression from note to note. I've made significant progress on this software listing, but I'm not about to rush. I can see this taking me until tuesday if I pace myself and do a good job with it. I've forgotten my headphones today, so I'm less inclined to work. I just don't feel like it's worth it if I can't listen to music, and I can't feel comfortable putting on music if I don't have headphones. I mean the desktop speakers I've got here are shitty and I doubt anyone else in the office wants to listen to Antipop Consortium or Ahmed Szabo. I was surprised at the warm reception that the Jurassic 5 albums had received. Two people actually liked it, and it made me want to play more. I'm going to walk to another bathroom this time, then I'm going to come back, have a piece of fruit or yogurt and then maybe do some more work.
4:28pm
I finally got that yogurt I was hoping for. Justin called me and I talked to him for about ten or fifteen minutes or so, and that kept me from eating something. Not from drinking, though, as I'm on my sixteenth bottle of water. I remember reading that drinking cold water burns calories. This makes sense to me, as your body must use heat energy to warm up the water when you drink it. I don't imagine the amount of calories burned to be any significant amount in a normal situation, but when you drink 300 fluid ounces of water in an eight hour frame, I'd bet the calories begin to add up to something more respectable. Maybe the calories burned by heating water amount to the cup of strawberry yogurt I just ate. Along with the blackberry and raspberry yogurts, I found a strawberry one I didn't remember that I still had. It has chunks of strawberries right in the yogurt. It makes me want to eat more. I also want to have a cleaner desk. Between the stuff on it that I inherited by stealing the desk, and the newly developed tide of companct discs that I'm floating in, I'm not quite sure that I'll be able to see beyond the wall of refuse in a matter of days. This project strikes me as dumb, but it keeps me off the factory production floor, at my computer, and able to take breaks to read the news or drink amounts of water that are deserving of ridicule. For this, I am deserving of ridicule as well.
5:11pm
I'm about to fill up my eighteenth bottle of water and perhaps it will be my last for the day. I feel like I can get in two more, but that may be pushing it. I will be going home at about 5:30 or 5:40 so I do have some time left to get some more water in me. I think my level of comfort with the bathrooms here has risen today, although I'm still not much of a urinal supporter. I prefer a stall with a toilet, and a handicapped stall if you can spare one. It's like your own private room within the restroom. I'm a bit more comfortable urinating when I can drop my pants and put one hand on the wall in front of me. It helps me relax and get everything out that needs to get out. I also like to take a nice wide stance, you know, for balance. This isn't possible at some urinals and is unacceptable at others, especially when there's someone next to you. If your foot touches his under the tiny privacy panel between the urinals, you're either going to be engaging in sexual acitvity or fisticuffs. And if there's no privacy panel, then you can be sure I'm using the stall, or finding another bathroom. Wandering eyes will not fall on my genitals in a public restroom. That's just not how the game is played.
5:39pm
As I type this I'm finishing the consumption of my ninteenth bottle of water. I feel like a champion in a very small way. Like I'm proud of my achievement, no matter who drank more water today. I'm a little worried that Mark has gone overboard on the water, and maybe he'll come back at my 380 millilitre figure with something like 80 hojillion litres. Still, I think this competition is a step in the right direction towards total absurdity in every aspect of my life. I still feel full from all the water I've drank, and I'm not looking forward to the drive home. I know that within the time it takes me to drive home I'll have surpassed the desire and even the need to urinate into what can only be described as terrible bladder pains. I'm not sure how much water is left in me, but I know it will all want to come out before I get home. I sure hope this feeling of fullness goes away quickly so I can enjoy my dinner tonight with my friends. I'd hate to have a ten dollar grease buffet ruined with 3 gallons of water. So it's off to urinate one last time before leaving work and ending my part of the competiton. Once I get home I'll post this piece so everyone can read it. Most likely, no one will care.
Jay Z - 99 Problems + National Anthem = 99 Anthems
Run DMC - Run's House + Paranoid Android = raidiorun (excerpt)
Lil’ Flip + Stand Up, Sit Down
This should keep you from speaking to me for a while, or at least motivate you to hit me next time you see me, It hurts so good.
I BoingBoing so you don't have to.
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!! Hello Kitty is an Alien. No wonder the bitch she has no mouth.
Firefox extension displays whether Abe Vigoda's alive. Is there anything it can't do?
My Blog wouldn't suck if every week I took a blurry or edgy photo and slapped a haiku like sentence fragment on it. Maybe part of a conversation or poetic ramble. Yeah, If I did that, then it would rule; but then again it would just be a softer world.
It's somewhere between "Red Meat Comics" and a 3 word Emo band (which is funny cause it sounds like the name of an emo band).
I like this site.
I just had to drop this one, probably becuase Mark will hate me for it. Gizoogle is the shiznit.
From HardOCP:
"AMD took the hatchet to processor prices today lopping off as much as 34% on higher-end processors. If those high price tags were holding you back from building yourself a killer gaming rig, prices are much better on the high end. Processors in the 3500+ and down range only fell by 6 - 7% though. "
To:
"AMD tizzy tha hatchet ta processor prices today frontin' off as miznuch as 34% on higha-end processors . Snoop dogg is in this bitch. If those hizzay price tags wizzle hold'n you bizzle from build'n yoself a killa trippin' rizzle prices is miznuch betta on tha high end. Processors in tha 3500+ n down range only fell by 6 – 7% though fo' sheezy. "
Or CNN:
"Lebanon's army is on fizzy alert at tha start of three days of mourn'n over tha death of brotha Prime Hustla Rafik Hariri fo shizzle."
or my favorite:
"Shiznock waves fiznelt fo` miles."
You get the idea. Like Da Ali G Translata before it, this overglorified CGI scrip trashes you favorite conten based website in all delightful ways. I'm reading EVERYTHING through this bad boy from now on.
Down the block from me is this small Pizza shop. They are nothing special and have no crazy Zagat rating or major magazine reviews. Their slices are thin and slightly crispy. They maintain the perfect cheese to sauce ratio on each slice. The mozzarella is bubble baked on to the bread with little spots of tomato sauce where necessary for taste and texture. Because of this, every other slice of pizza in Manhattan means NOTHING to me. I feel nothing when I have pizza any where else. It seems less like pizza an more like a aborted mess of tomato and cheese when I attempt to even have pizza any where else.
Why am I getting in to this? Because Peter Luger's has now done this to me for Beef (and bacon too).
On Saturday, we all spent the day in Brooklyn (,No Sleep Til) enjoying such things as the Brooklyn Brewery Tour and riffling through Beacon's Closet. After the semi-drunken madness of second-hand clothing fashion shows, We were going to Peter Luger's.
When you are seated, the waiter spends no longer than 1 Minute and 45 seconds there. The Dialog is along the lines of:
Waiter: Steak?
You: Yes.
Waiter: Appetizer?
You: Yes.
Waiter: Bacon, Spinach or Potato?
You: Yes.
Waiter: Bring you some water?
You: Yes, Please.
That’s when we began reverse engineering the Peter Luger's Magic. The secret is in size. Bacon is Bacon; but when you cut it about a centimeter thick and lightly burn the edges, it's the good of gods. Inch an a half thick Porterhouse becomes the stuff dreams are made of. Even the creamed spinach is the greatest, most delicious, most flavorful spinach you will ever have.
Steve believes that the signature Peter Luger's steak sauce is A1 Worstishire and Cocktail sauce in a 3:2 ratio. I'll have to try it at home to be sure. As for Rare vs. Medium Rare, medium rare seemed to have more substance to it, but the rare melted in your mouth.
For pics of the day, You go here.
Brandon made me aware that the Rodeohead link had gone down, Therefore I figued I'd make my local copy available to the world. It's my job to backup all of the internet.
Jawan: Hey, how does google cache all of these internet pages?
John: Easy, they just have it download HTTP:\\*.*
Jawan: Really?
John: . . . No
BoingBoing.Net: Water Purifying Straw
Ok, Saw this on BoingBoing and instantly I though I had to say something outloud about it.
For 8 Pounds Sterling you can drink otherwise questionable water through a magic straw and it purifies it as it goes. Instantly these thoughts hit my mind:
.) £8 For the straw, How much for you to drink my urine through it?
.) "You do not pee in a mister coffee and get taster's choice."
.) "But Miss Pam, There are buggies in da water..."
.) Can I use this on Vladimir Vodka so it won't taste like rubbing alcohol?
.)"Don't drink that"
"Huh?"
"Anti-Freeze"
"Why?"
"You'll go blind"
This message brough to you by the Foundation for Condescending Paternalism.
I wish I could blog more. I really do.
I come across a bunch of web pages per day that I wish I could link the hell out of, but that's not really my own content is it? When I try to think about why I don't write as much the only excuses I can come up with are:
1) Between work and class, then I get home I just want to eat and sleep, cuddle and feed the pets.
2) Things are relatively good. Besides the usual bullshit of bills, work and parents, I don't have much to say that needs to be said. Emotionally I could pour it all out but then I'm most likely going to go back down the self-destruction path. Don't get me wrong, self-destruction can be fun, but when you begin to have things and people of value around you; throwing them away looking for sympathy and attention seems hard and unneccesary.
Maybe that's why. I could write more if I could be more truthful to myself and the people around me. Easier said than done.
I wish I could write what I'm actually thinking rather than what I think would be acceptable. Maybe I should work on my vocabulary a bit. My usage of words could use some improving and I'm sure I'm pissing alot ot people off with all the typos, commas and ellipsis. At least then I could hide behind words.
Now I'm going to post a metric fuckton of garbage to keep people occupied while I figure out what and how to post.
My new KozyNDan T-Shirt Rules.
This post was written before a live studio audience.
Props to Zach Braff for the title.
Current Song that 0wnZ me:
DJ Shadow vs Keane - We Might as well be strangers
Because Brando hates Mash-ups/Bootlegs:
25 Boots for Phree
The Psychonauts - Time Machine: A MoWax Retrospective
RJD2 vs Diplo & DJ Haul & Mason, The 11th Hour mix RRTFO.
(Rocks Right The Fuck Out)
Videos:
M83 - Run Into Flowers (Live @ La Route Du Rock)
M83 - Unrecorded (Live @ La Route Du Rock)
M83 - Run Into Flowers
Pearl Jam - Do The Evolution
Soulwax - Too Many DJ's
Soulwax - E Talking
Soulwax - Much Against Everyone's Advice
The Chemical Brothers - Galvanize
