Rediscover Communication

I get worked up - don't worry about it.

Hello all..
I fear I have failed in my attempt to explain myself. The thing I wish to have avoided I apparently brought on. I will step back...
I am not a texaco employee.
I am not particularly a republican.
I am not specifically a conservative.
I am not always a capitalist.
I am not politcal.
I am not outraged.
I am not Hell bent on anything.
I am an amateur astronomer (Is that a good/bad thing? I didn't understand the university question).
I am jeff.
I am an engineer.
I am nothing.
Nobody understands...
I didn't mean to offend... I was just posting.
Using too many adjectives has gotten me into bad trouble again.
jeff
"I am... I was.." - Gigolo Joe- AI
Please don't hate me everybody...

I'm not coherent enough to make a formal protest - having just woken up in the infant hours of the afternoon at 1:30PM. But after reading (all of) Jeff's post, a frustrated, wordless, sleep-heavy indignance has seized my fingers. So excuse the meandering post and try to sift out my meaning...

Jeff says - "Let's all just get along, because there is nothing we can do about anything after all. " And Chad calls me Cypher.

Do you work for Texaco Jeff? Just wondering. And did an environmentalist run over your puppy? Because you seem pretty Hell bent on showing everyone how futile it is to even try to stand up for the only planet we have. It may be a difficult fight, but just because the opponent is big and bad, does that mean you have to roll over and let them rape your "pristine wilderness"? And no, I've never been to Alaska, and no, I don't plan to ever go, but for God's sake (or should I say Mother Nature's), it sounds like you're fighting to have old Georgie tromp up into your woods and tundra and start hacking away. You never gave an explanation as to why - other than the shaky thriving caribou setup (which, by the way, is a fine explanation if you're fighting for a wilderness that depends on one of the most damaging industries man has created - and then you end up later on fighting to keep that one little bit of nature alive by continuing an otherwise all-harmful aspect of mankind - so the explanation is crap, to put it lightly). The only thing I'm left to deduce is that you're primary interest is in money. What would that drilling contribute to the Alaskan economy, Capitalist Jeff? Let's hear a run down of the engorged budget. Would you be getting new telescopes at the university's astronomy lab? Hooray for money, right? Fuck that. Roll over, you say. Things will happen. Ease them along. Bull shit. (I'm clearly getting too worked up for this.) You say not to fight the unwinnable war against the destruction of the planet and make environmentalists sound like crying children. Is our government wise and all-knowing? Would you have us not question their other policies as well? Because, if you stick to your logic (which, let me reiterate, seems to be "It's too hard to fight oil drilling, so why even try?"), than we might as well apply that to all our branches of government... (And then Jenny gets that tingling feeling as her political receptors sense that Jeff might be a {insert finger cross to ward off evil spirits here} conservative or, gasp, even worse - a Republican. So, do we just let the government take turns at our asses just as you say they should be given free reign to pound away at the environment? Because fighting the government is indeed hard... Yawn, we must be bored with that trivial fight too, I think.

"a developer is someone who wants to build a house in the woods.
an environmentalist is someone who already has a house in the woods."

Let's revise this trite little piece of conservative, Rush Limbaugh-friendly, witticism, shall we?

"a developer is someone who wants to build a house so he/she can buy a new gas guzzling SUV for their trip to the capitalist pig convention.
an environmentalist is someone who already has an energy efficient house in the woods from which to watch and ponder ways to stop the devastation caused by the developer."

(I'm still asleep.)

So, whatever.... Maybe I'm way off base here. But I can't see other people in this blog supporting that same kind of "just get on your knees and like it" mentality.

And just for your information, Jeff, Jenny's a hardcore liberal, aspiring environmentalist who is looking into buying Honda's newest electric hybrid addition to nature's arsenal, recycles everything she can, running this computer off of hydroelectric power and doesn't see the point in letting bullshit continue just because some people think it's "inevitable."

"I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected"

Hey hey everyone
I bought a computer. Oddly enough, my first. I say oddly enough, because I am a tech-nerdy Electrical and Computer Engineering major, but have yet to take the plunge and actually purchase computing equipment of my very own. Until yesterday.
[sploosh]
1569.22 dollars later (2% discount plus $80 shipping UPS to AK (no ground service - it all comes on da plane)) I am the proud, future owner of a laptop computer. Like an expectant parent I await the day when I can train my new little prodigy. It has an empty memory and a virginal hard drive, and is just waiting for data. And the chance to be corrupted. My little guy (or girl- as most expectant parents, I have not yet discovered the sex of my future little minion) is going to be brilliant I just know it. It's little pentium brain runs at speeds of at least 2.2 GHz. It has such a good memory, it will never fail to remember any of the lessons I teach it. Until I turn it off, anyway. The things I teach its hard drive to love and fear will be exactly what I love and fear. and none of those other little newly-minted fledgeling guy computers will ever try to corrupt or infect my little girl (assuming it is not a boy). Just let them try it once [gently strokes the trusty (or perhaps trysty) baseball bat] ah, life will be perfect. ummm yeah, ok. Thats enough.
On to more profitable subjects.
As all are acutely aware, I am sure, I am not a very political or activist guy. I guess I must not be paying attention, because (as the bumper sticker informs me) I am not outraged. I rarely get outraged at anything. mean people would probably come closest to outraging me, I guess, but that is about it.
The sense I get from all this is that we are fed just enough information (or disinformation as the case may be) to keep us squabbling about trivial details while larger, more hidden forces are at work. But the very fact that we are aware of that (or I am, rather) negates the effort to try to be outraged, because, if I know something now, it is only because the information is no longer pertinent. I realize this sounds paranoid, and I guess it is, but more in a lackadaisically paranoid way. What am I going to do about anything? We could be fashionably angry at the world and protest everything because it foists injustice upon somebody (every action foists injustice upon somebody, almost by definition), but who has the energy? I have a hard enough time managing my own affairs, let alone trying to make a coherent protest about something I am only pretending to be an expert about.
A for instance is in order. As an Alaskan, nothing makes me more outraged, politically (in the minimalist way I get outraged, politically) than when people from outside (an Alaskan term for everyone not living in Alaska, or in references to places other than Alaska, particularly the lower 48) try to tell Alaskans what to do with their state. Environmentalists battle ANWR. Peaceniks battle the missile defense system. The fruity remnant of the hippie days battles the HAARP array (it apparently is broadcasting negative mind control rays into our souls). yet nobody has even been here. (they all live in lush, friendly Washington DC) About 3 people go to ANWR every year. yet everybody raves about the "pristine wilderness". They decry everyone who thinks of spoiling such untouched wilderness by daring to set boot on it, citing an obscure caribou herd that will surely be hewn down by the mere sight of a human. They neglect to mention that every caribou herd that has lived in proximity to the oilfields and tundra-raping trans-alaska pipeline has surged with growth. (predators stay a ways back, creating a bit of a safe zone directly beneath the dreaded scourge of the sinful pipeline). It is a bit humorous in a way. Losing sleep and worrying years off their life for a land they will never see. And making a poor attempt at intensifying their arguments with the excessive use of adjectives.
Leading me (in a very roundabout way) back to my argument. Why get upset about it? Everybody knows what will happen. It is inevitable, so why fight? What difference does everyone hope to make? Even if we made super-dee-duper efficient vehicles (something I heartily approve of - ask me about my plans for an emmision-free hydrogen/hybrid electric vehicle sometime. I have ideas I am toying with) eventually we will run out of oil. Fuel prices will rise, and eventually even the hardest of hard core protesters will crusade for an agressive drilling schedule when they can no longer afford to gas up their Subaru (with the ever-present rooftop ski rack) at $4.75 a gallon.
Mark my words, because unless we perchance nuke ourselves along the way, they will come to pass.
If you ask me (and I noticed nobody did) environmentalists should cede to the developers, while they still have enough clout to control how it is drilled. It can be done safely, and cleanly, if just given a chance.
whew. So that is my thing. Let's all just get along, because there is nothing we can do about anything after all. Except to be nice. Nice people are cool.
jeff 'a lover, not a fighter, but mostly because he is good at neither' green

"a developer is someone who wants to build a house in the woods.
an environmentalist is someone who already has a house in the woods."

One Heaping Pile of Pure American BullShite.
We all have civil rights. When we ignore them or are somehow lulled into believing we don't really need our civil rights is EXACTLY the moment that we become sheep.
Yes the pledge HAS been unconstitutional, ever since the "under God" added years ago... BUT its only one amidst a whole broad spectrum of other items.
*Income taxes
*prisoners can't vote
*media censorship
*etc.....
Think of your rights and your civil entitlements, and then use them as a crowbar to peek in and under every rock of government and politics.... because that is what should be done. The CITIZENS that might be referred to in some circles as "Pagans"... are just using their civil crowbars to force what they want.This fucking country is OBLIGATED to adhere to its own rules right?
maybe not....
heh.
the war on terror?
the war on drugs?
lol... how do you wage a war on persons chosen way of life....
these are only terms to describe big pools of budget alocation.... war = $
its so obvious... and we all sit by and watch the masses as they're herded up into prison farms.... losing their civil rights, and any voice.
We are the Red White and Blue
we're the bully of the world, and if you don't believe it we'll shove a bigger barrel down your bone dry throats.....
we NEED. we need understanding.
NOT MORE WEAPONS.
i leave you with words wiser than mine.
"in a world where truth is the first casualty of war, please remember to think for yourself"- tim reynolds

ITS OFFICIAL:
The Torch has been passed.

If you need more information check track 8 of Tenacious D's first album.

disinformation

I just thought that since I couldn't respond intelligently to either Andy's Freud-friendly dream or Jeff's well-written (and, yes, accurate) description of stock car races, I thought I'd throw out another link with disturbing information - much in the same vein as GuerrillaNews.com.

And for starters, try this dish...
Fun With Nuclear Waste
(Heh, look at me pushing the "Our problem is your problem" campaign.)

i heard from a bird recently that our friend applekid is considering moving away.... to a carolina or something.
this is a potentially sad thing.
maybe applekid can fill us in.....

i was thinking tonite while traveling under the lightening and stormy minnesota sky.. i was wondering why sex is so important, and if it is possible to rise above to some sort of enlightenment. I mean that. maybe i'm in denial of my own lack of sex .... that could be....

i'm not sure.....

back to pondering

blargy
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Well, I did something tonight I hope to never do again.
I went to a stock car race.
My goodness, the boredom. It was an admittedly bad night for racing as the wind was howling (which very seldom happens here) and it was about 37 degrees (which often happens, but not on this, June 21st, the longest day of the year). I went with my uncle and 3 young (6-5-3) cousins. I was unprepared for the length of time involved with such an event. It was about 7:15 when we arrived, and I thought "max, this thing lasts an hour. Maybe hour and a half". Three full hours later, we are still there, braced against the wind, with the only addition being about 18 gallons of pee that I have to get rid of.
We sat there and watched as race after race after race occurred, seemingly randomly. Like 5-6 hapless, albeit dented, vehicles from the road happened to get caught in this version of Hell for roundabouts. They would go around and around for 20 minutes till somebody got the idea to wave a green flag. Then things sped up slightly, but stopped again after 3 minutes later when the same guy thought it would be wicked cool to wave a checkered flag. We sat and sat, crouched against the wind. My little cousins fought with each other and climbed all over me. And snotted all over me. Little kids have bodily fluid pouring out of every possible hole in their bodies at all times. If it runs, it finds a hole, and, well, runs. I can't stand little kids. If only they could be born 12.
It was loud. It was dusty. It was boring. It was long. How many times can you watch the same 6 dented cars go around in a circle before getting the feeling you have seen this before? The clouds skittered along the horizon, apparently in a race of their own, oblivious to our piddly one in the dirt. Theirs was far more interesting.
I did make use of the opportunity to observe people, as is my custom. This was the most interesting part. There were of course a bunch of the wrench- and motor-headed guys around. Obviously. They were notable more in the sense that they were all the same. Variations on a theme. The interesting part was the girls. I was surprised at the variety, the range of social and economic classes represented at this event. There were the horribly ugly, frighteningly obese women there. The thin, overly smoked women with shocking pink eye shadow. There were others with the expensive racing jackets. And so on.
One girl I saw sttempting to look glamorous while smoking a cigarette. This is something I haven't seen in a long time, as most people these days do not develop any particular smoking STYLE, rather just hold the thing and smoke it. She was holding her hand in an affected way and trying to look like she was a movie star. Her boyfriend appeared to be one of the drivers.
Another was a girl who appeared to want to be different, but not too different. She was wearing a hard hat (like the construction guys) with purple flames drawn in marker on the side. This was what indicated to me that she was trying to be different, and to her credit, she was. She also wore a rather tight, short gray shirt that revealed a large and growing gut. (just like so many others) Now remember it is quite cold at this. I am wearing a sweatshirt, and am still kind of cold, so for those who know me, you know it is cold. She was wearing a small, overly tight T-shirt. Obviously not because it is comfortable. She also had a tattoo in, of all places, her butt crack. (I could see this because of the low pants and high shirt) It was kind of a faded blue-greenish color. I joked with my uncle that it wasn't a tattoo, it was the result of poor wiping skills.(hehee)
Another one when I first came was a bit of a surprise. I walked up and sat down in the stands, and noticed a girl behind me. The first thing that came to mind (I'm sorry) was "there is no possible way those things are real". A second glance revealed they indeed were not. They were her knees, tucked up in front of her, prodruding out of her sweatshirt. heheh

The most interesting girl I saw was one of the most inconspicuous. She was off to the side, playing and smiling with a little kid that was from a nearby parent. She was wearing a dirty carhart jacket, with a wool sweater that stuck out longer than the sleeves of the jacket. She had a similar colored hat, riding just above a roman nose. It was a good nose. She just seemed like the girl next door. Very friendly. very out of place. She had the accompanying well-haired boyfriend, but didn't really pay a whole lot of attention to him, nor he to her. They may not have been boy-girl-friends. I got the vibe from her that she wished she was someplace else, with someone else. Like she wanted to stay at home or go read a book or something, but went to the stock car races on her male companions insistence. She had intelligent eyes. And I think nobody else noticed her.

But alas, the stock car race continues. The engineer in me resurfaced and thought of ways to improve the race cars. I think that electric vehicles would be far better. Better torque curve than an internal combustion engine, and with handy-dandy computer control over such things as 4 wheel independent traction control, speed, torque, etc. Also, to have 4 wheel steering would be good, too. Best of all, it would be QUIET. a comparably small DC generator and a large nickel-metal-hydride battery pack would provide more than enough power at a fraction of the noise level. Which I suppose would cause everyone to lose interest. I tried to talk to my uncle about it, but he just gave me these "shut up and watch the race" looks.
sigh. anyhow, the we finally gave up the battle, surrendered to the wind and left. about 2 hours and 48 minutes after we should have, and $5 lighter. It was a good experience, I guess. Just not one I want to do again soon.
Imagine watching this on TV... wow.
jeff "I think my spaceship knows which way to go" green

I had an immensely confusing dream. I understood most everything actually, it was how it ended that left me bewildered.

Alot of the details are pretty fuzzy but...the main pieces still remain.

I felt an intense pain in my stomach while sitting around at the Perkins, oddly enough it was a child which I bore a moment later. From this tiny purple fleshy figure grew a beautiful baby boy, right before my eyes. All i knew was that this child was the will of god in action and I could only protect it. "this is son of man," I scremed in revalation.

After revelling in amazement for some moments, I stepped out of the room to go to the bathroom. I left the child in the care of my friends Tony, Chris, Tessa, and Chad.. When I came back in I couldn't see the baby anywhere. I looked around in a frenzied panic and found the child mutilated, dismembered and dead in a plastic bag under Chad's chair.

I jumped up and my right arm burst outward from my body, snapping in animal instinct to land a punch squarely to Chad's chin. It looked painful. I cried out and panicked, I didn't know what to do. The child was dead, and the world was spinning out of control. I got a hold of myself and suppressed my urge to rip chad's head off.

I pleaded with him, Why? why would you do such an awful thing?

He said that he was scared, that he didn't want the thing in the house any longer, he thought it was a thing of evil. I explained to him that I had planned to leave with the baby as soon as possible..and this look of shame swept over his face that was unexplainable.

I knew in my heart that the child wasn't truly dead though.

As chad's intuition had told him, the child couldn't be kept there any longer. All sorts of officials arrived at the scene. Looking for drugs, weapons, anything, but we all knew that they had more sinister motives.

After trying to run and trying to hide, Chris and I ended up together in a police car strapped in tightly in the back seat. Turns out these two men were only posing as officers and were working on our side. They soon broke away from the pack of cars following us and delivered us to an airport.

There it seemed like everyone was on our side, and had some inclination as to what was going on.
We were seperated and sitting in a remote location of the airport, disguised in a cotton suit and a odd strawmade mexican hat. Chris was sitting close by and there was a group of many people gathered around, most of whom I didn't know. I looked into an old man's eyes and he shed a single tear. I looked into the eyes of a few of the people gather about and each one shed a single tear.

I remember a little girl walk up to me and look into my eyes and nothing happened..that made me nervous. and I opened my eyes and woke up right after.

once, i did some stuff, and it was great. and then once, i didn't do some stuff that i should have done, and that's why I'm all :( now...

Impeccable sense of timing...
No sooner does Chad finish telling me about the storming and the candles and "dangerous computers" (?) going, than silence sweeps over IRC.... (Ping timeout)

Freaky.
Don't get hit by lightning, Chad...

What disturbs me most about this auction is the idea that someone might actually have a "need" for multiple tighty whitey farting keychains.

Blue Moose Films

Bong Hits 4 Jesus

the evils of cooperate america are bothering me
in a world of numbers and puppets the mind is a pointless thing

i just got done painting the docks and some deck....
mowing and trimming tonite.... then its party central.... :)

I've discovered window transparency in windows. I am fascinated and in awe.

shockwave
thats what you need installed in your browser as a plugin.... look for another format other than SWF.
Its called thoughts by woody harlson, and another guy....
www.voiceyourself.com

life is good enterprise is good.
hey tonite even james taylor sounds pretty nice.
peace for all
:)

cant open it no matter how I try. Can you transcribe to regular ol' text?
pretty please?
nothing more new.
jeff "if you object to cutting trees, try using plastic toilet paper" green

I have to post this because I am really amazed by this poem.
Its in the form of a 1.26mb flash presentation. You can save the swf file or just click.
view in IE.
thoughts.swf
Its a poem by woody harlson and his brother i think.... this is the site i got it from.

Yes, Kittyfire your writings are true, indeed. My way back when brush with country was perhaps a little more recent (early 90's), though there was some 80's influence as well. I refused to listen to music in the 80's, largely for the hair band component. Early in the 80's I was a young lad and was scared by hair bands. Later I just despised them along with all of the "cool" (at the time) people on earth.
As for love and fear, I forgot to mention that I used to think that only fear motivated people, but that thought was logically unbalanced, and did not fit predictably for all (though it did for many) cases. The addition of the love component made things make more sense. Chad's analogy of primary colors is a good one. All other more complex drives seem to stem from mixtures of these fundamentals. I think that human nature, along with many other things really boil down to extremely simple things. If things appear to become too complex, there is probably a deeper underlying description that makes more sense. Relativity was that way.

Chad's pictures remind me of the thoughtographs of that xfiles episode 'unruhe'. A good, good episode. watch it if you can.

'pink is like red but not quite" - S.Tyler

...Country music:

Where I work, I too am often subjected to country music for hours at a time (until I'm left on my own with about 2 hours to go in my shift), and I don't really agree that it's remained the same as it was "way back when." As a 1980's child of a family hailing from Lousiana, I was subjected to the indoctrinations of country very early on. And yes, I still have an affinity for that god-awful twang. Country music today, I've noticed as I've stood there listening against my will, is preachy. There's always a moral to teach. It's things like godlove (many of the songs could easily be played on Christian music stations with as many times as they say things like, "I love God"), moral righteousness (there's a song by a woman, maybe Reba Mcentire, where she says something to the effect of "what do I tell my little girl as we pass by that adult store," heh), and patriotism (of which there's been an unmitigated and expected rash lately - the first song that comes to mind has a line like "the statue of liberty started shaking her fist.") Today's country music shoves morality down your throat, and the empty saccharine sweetness of it all is enough to make one gag. Of course, there was some of that in the early 80's country music too, but the subjects seemed more human - heartbreak, loss, class struggle. Today's moral majority country music poster children also dress themselves up to be pop stars. With Garth Brooks, came a wave of country music "stars" trying to emulate rock/pop to gather up bigger audiences (a "hipper" sound or whatever). And so now, it has both the self-righteousness of Christian music and the emptiness of pop music. At least in the early 80s, it didn't pretend to be anything more than the twangy fluff that it was.

Okay, would we rather be subjected to 10 hours in a room blasting country music or hip hop? Heh. Nasty.

As I was driving home tonight, the local "average pop-rock this-is-the-music-you-have-to-settle-for" station played a song called "The Remedy" by a band called Abandoned Pools [I believe that was the name]. What got me was this - after they played this song, which sounded partially like a throwback to good mid 90's "alternative" music, the DJ said, "That has got to be one of the best songs on the radio now," which doesn't say much, but.... he continued, "It has a real Smashing Pumpkins feel. Very nice." Heh.
That sounds like some tasty validation right there.

i'm going to give you a partial amen there jeff....
love and fear might be primary colors of human drive as its called...
but they are by far not the most interesting.....
the pinks, yellows, indigos, and for gods sake TOUPE
hehe
and country music is exactly how you describe it....
watch the movie DONNIE DARKO if you have not seen it yet
here's an interesting picture.
it reminds me of the complexity of human interaction....
here's another one.... its just beauty.
the filename is actually aspicia3-submerged.jpg but i like beauty.jpg better... look close on the left center part of the pic, you'll see an evil eye....

I think people are only driven by two things. Love and fear. Which seem to be both sides of the same coin more often than not. There is a deeper, as yet unnamed underlying need that exhibits itself in those two things.
By doing construction work, I have been forced to listen to the requisite country music (after all, what else would contractors listen to? reggae?). A sad state of affairs, I must say. It has not changed a bit since the days way back when. It is interesting to note a few things, now that I have a broader musical vocabulary from which to spout my thoughts.
What surprises me the most is probably the production quality. For being so proud about "bein' simple folk' and that 'daddy didn't sell the farm', there is a lot of high tech doo-hickery going on. Compression, delay, reverb, chorus, all the basic elements of a good mastering are present.
Also, studio musicians. I feel truly sorry for these people. It is like they want in the best of ways to break out from their prescibed parts and do something different for a change. but they are forced by some weasely record exec to stick to the format. But they still try. I picture in my mind a reformed 80's shredder who could give vai or satriani a run for their money, who takes classical lessons and has a wonderful ear for jazz improvisation. He is working in nashville as a studio musician 'because it pays the bills' and he doesn't have to be out on the road away from his kids on some lamebrained country tour. He shows up at the studio at 8:00 on tuesday morning to lay down some solos for a hot new record and maybe do some liner music for a small market TV station. He listens to the song and immediately has ideas for what would make a good solo, but it isn't in the format, so he twangs up his Telecaster and makes a generic solo and moves on. he tries to make something cool, but is stuck because of the limitations, and so he countrifies a sinatra vocal riff, just to see if anybody notices. Nobody does.
last are the songs themselves. we have good studios, good musicians, but idiotic tunesmiths. The worst part is that a couple of times they may stumble onto a good lyric (much in the same way a room full of monkeys typing randomly would), but couldn't tell a good song if it sank it's teeth into their tightly denimed posterior. The accidental good (relatively speaking) song is relegated low rotation and a nonevent on the chart (the all important guage of success) because people aren't pushed to like it.
sad sad sad.
I listened to Type O negative today, just for something different. :)
oh well.
good'day

chad, dont die, k?
but sometimes crashing and dying does sound like exciting fun. something different...
occasionally, i wonder why anyone tries to accomplish anything, we all die in the end.
people seem to be driven by 3 things; survival, love, and money. this can be broken down further, but these are 3 categories that seem to be most prevalent for any persons actions.

People are strange.

No! is a trippy, insane CD

hello. I wade through a dense sea of machine and statistical learning books and websites, looking for a simple thing. A support vector machine time series prediction algorithm. And I can't find it. I am not asking for the moon, here. just the bloody {said with appropriate liverpudlian accent} algorithm. It would make all the difference in the world from trying to pretend to understand massive nth dimensional matrices and just writing my bleeding program.
sigh.
my attempts are foiled again.


I have decided I don't like to work, school or otherwise. I am inherently a lazy, lazy man. I want to make my stock-index predictor work and make me tons of cash. Then I could drift aimlessly about town all day instead of only the evenings like I do now.


nothing particularly new here. As implied before, work is long, and work is boring. I watched the eclipse today. I viewed it through a welding hood with a big grin, but when attempting to show it to my co-workers, merely got a flat "wowthatsinterestingletmegetbacktoworkkid". It is amazing when you think about it. The moon and the sun are EXACTLY the right size to perfectly fit together under the correct circumstances. A little bigger/closer, and it would completely block the sun. A little smaller/farther and even the best total eclipses would be annular (the ring kind). This was only a partial today, but still cool. Oh, yeah, and it rained. A cold, sprinkling rain from high, gray clouds that couldn't really decide if they wanted to get busy and rain or not. So they just kind of leaked. The wind blew the cloud leakage about, in such a way that you could never really hide from it.


I should get something to eat before the stupid store closes.


I feel like kissing (I mean really KISSING) the next girl I meet, just to see her reaction.


c'yalata



jeff 'wore out his welcome with random precision' green



"If smart was sexy, I would still look as dumb as I do now" - me

tonite i stayed up all nite playing praise songs
and this quote is wonderful:

"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds."
- Emerson

The wheel fell off?
Did you crash and die?

Because that's excitement.

today i was in my friends car and the wheel fell off.

and not to disappoint,
I present to you
a site, and a showing of my lack of hyperlinking skillz.

http://aintitcoolnews.com/display.cgi?id=12458

yay for indie drug movies with rock stars doing the score.
wow

hehe... i remember C3POs

I like pi

Well tonite i tuned in to veiw the last half of the MTV 2002 Movie Awards. I was presented with among other things, hyper skinny cokehead actresses... and the kind of men that show up just a little scruffy ... not too scruffy... just scruffy enough so its cute.
Anyways... the most disturbing part I witnessed was Keli Osbourne's performance of Papa Don't Preach....
Now don't get me wrong. There was not much wrong with the performance. There wasn't anythng exceptional about it either. With all the vocal processing and echo effects it came across more like osbourne karaoke night. Complete with an introduction by senile burnt out Ozzy, and clips to mom and brother during the performance as they support her.
They finally made that cross marketing leap... they brought the family drama to the senseless award show. I mean... how can you scrutinize her performance when you almost know her....

Ok back on track

anyways....
I kept thinking about that one episode when she goes to the Zwan show with Elijah Wood... and she comes back and says it was boring elevator music.
I and here this hormone saturated little girl is shaking her chubby little 80's butt around on stage.... part of the machine... COVERING a MADONNA song.....
jesus christ
does she think she has ANYTHING on billy corgan?
just before the end of her performance i had a daydream of billy coming out on stage with his full black leather getup... and just using force powers.... to make her stay down on her knees.... locking her in a submissive position until she just accepts the fact that she will never create anything close to what billy has.

then i returned to reality...
*sigh*
i think i've been playing too much jedi

I like music

"if heaven's for clean people, it's vacant (sorry) " mathew good

Hello Kids.
Todays lesson will explain itself.

WHITE PEOPLE FUCKED UP THE BLUES - george carlin

point made

chad is now in brainerd :)