Every one takes others for granted.
This is a fact of life.
But maybe, just maybe, you stumble across the realization that someone you know who possesses a gift you've always acknowledged with a mere nod or a dismissive comment like "Ya, Bob's ok at that" is really good. You are hit with the understanding that Bob is not just ok, compared to the vast majority- the madding crowd, if you will; Bob has mad skills.
Bob is L337
This makes you look at them in a whole new light.
So this cheers goes out to Igor the Giant!
Andy, you may not be the worlds greatest author BUT you could very easily vie for one of the greatest editors. That fact that you DON'T do this for a living is a loss deeper then we all realize.
I bequeath thee with the honorary title "teh"
I raise my glass and salute you!
My vast well of compliments and well wishing is now dried up. Now go forth and edit more stuff "teh editor".
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
59
April 21, 2008 (2008-04-21) (Monday)
* Rioting breaks out in Montreal after the Montreal Canadiens of the NHL win their first round playoff series against the Boston Bruins. Several police cars are torched, but there are no reports of any serious injuries. (Canadian Press via Globe and Mail)
Happy Birthday P. (the greatest canuck of them all)
* Rioting breaks out in Montreal after the Montreal Canadiens of the NHL win their first round playoff series against the Boston Bruins. Several police cars are torched, but there are no reports of any serious injuries. (Canadian Press via Globe and Mail)
Happy Birthday P. (the greatest canuck of them all)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
festering is misunderstood
Theres an old adage "Call a woman beautiful and she'll be beautiful" ...or something.
I've been trying to improve in this area, and I think you should join in the awesome fun.
Next time someone exercises their right to not use common sense: call them genius or Einstein.
Saying "How's all that genius working out for you, Einstein?" will undoubtedly improve their self worth.
Follow Salazar's protagonist, and call people "a prince" when they volunteer to warm the couch with their rears instead of working. Every one wants to feel special.
Announcing them as "a real prince" will make their day.
Spread some love and watch your smile grow like mine.
Red Foreman has nothing on me.
I've been trying to improve in this area, and I think you should join in the awesome fun.
Next time someone exercises their right to not use common sense: call them genius or Einstein.
Saying "How's all that genius working out for you, Einstein?" will undoubtedly improve their self worth.
Follow Salazar's protagonist, and call people "a prince" when they volunteer to warm the couch with their rears instead of working. Every one wants to feel special.
Announcing them as "a real prince" will make their day.
Spread some love and watch your smile grow like mine.
Red Foreman has nothing on me.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Why we....
Anarchy is complicated. Its like trying to explain Utopia.
In a lot of peoples minds it's the same thing with just a new label on that thing our parents sat on government steps protesting for. There are those who think punk is a clothing style, that matches your black ipod, and the "A" is cute and goes with heavy eyeliner when you visit Hot Topic at the mall.
If you've only ever met posers: punk and anchy are sickening. True chaos is pathetic.
Heres a rant from SLC Punk. It explains the reasons we fight... AND don't believe in fighting!
A fight: What does it mean and where does it come from?
An Essay: Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe.
Anarchists. Still a man. He is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive.
Now. Complications. A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason. Final analysis: To fight, a reason to live.
Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is.
But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting.
The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy.
"Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still, I don't understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM.
What was the point? Final summation? None
In a lot of peoples minds it's the same thing with just a new label on that thing our parents sat on government steps protesting for. There are those who think punk is a clothing style, that matches your black ipod, and the "A" is cute and goes with heavy eyeliner when you visit Hot Topic at the mall.
If you've only ever met posers: punk and anchy are sickening. True chaos is pathetic.
Heres a rant from SLC Punk. It explains the reasons we fight... AND don't believe in fighting!
A fight: What does it mean and where does it come from?
An Essay: Homosapien. A man. He is alone in the universe.
Anarchists. Still a man. He is alone in the universe, but he connects. How? They hit each other. No clearer way to evaluate whether or not you're alive.
Now. Complications. A reason to fight. Somebody different. Difference creates dispute. Dispute is a reason to fight. Now, to fight is a reason to feel pain. Life is pain. So to fight with reason is to be alive with reason. Final analysis: To fight, a reason to live.
Problems and Contradictions: I am an anarchist. I believe that there should be no rules, only chaos. Fighting appears to be chaos. And when we slam in the pit a show it is.
But when we fight for a reason, like rednecks, there's a system, we fight for what we stand for, chaos. Fighting is a structure, fighting is to establish power, power is government and government is not anarchy. Government is war and war is fighting.
The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy.
"Why did I love to fight?" I framed it, but still, I don't understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM.
What was the point? Final summation? None
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
New Book = more bloggers?
Some of you know I've gotten back into writing.
Instead of sending my work to the two dozen or so people I normally do, I'm opt for the lazy route.
I'll post my book here chapter by chapter as I write it. This will NOT be the final edited version. But it'll have been read by someone far better in grammar then myself.
If you wanna read the whole thing at once: good luck. The prologue is gonna be 10 or so pages
Chapter 1: probably 3 times as long.
The story is a first person perspective written by an assassin as he interacts with demi-gods.
(hint hint) If "lazy me", who spends the time he should be writing playing computer games, then maybe "lazy you" should spend the time exercising your talent instead of... whatever it is you do.
I'm still waiting for that tattoo you said you were gonna draw me. (hint hint)
Instead of sending my work to the two dozen or so people I normally do, I'm opt for the lazy route.
I'll post my book here chapter by chapter as I write it. This will NOT be the final edited version. But it'll have been read by someone far better in grammar then myself.
If you wanna read the whole thing at once: good luck. The prologue is gonna be 10 or so pages
Chapter 1: probably 3 times as long.
The story is a first person perspective written by an assassin as he interacts with demi-gods.
(hint hint) If "lazy me", who spends the time he should be writing playing computer games, then maybe "lazy you" should spend the time exercising your talent instead of... whatever it is you do.
I'm still waiting for that tattoo you said you were gonna draw me. (hint hint)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Greatest Poems of the Last Millennium
W.B. Yeats
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
"RICHARD CORY "
Whenever Richard Cory went downtown
We people on the pavement looked at him
He was a gentleman from sole to crown
Clean-favored, an imperially slim
And he was always quietly arrayed
And he was always human when he talked
But still he fluttered pulses when he said:
"Good-morning" and he glittered when he walked
And he was rich; yes richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place
So on we worked and waited for the light
And went without the meat
And cursed the bread
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
"OZYMANDIAS"
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I can quote these three poems by heart (along with Robert Burn's "To a Mouse")
Ive always loved them.
Please give yourself an education and read them all the way through. You'll be the better for it
"He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven"
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
"RICHARD CORY "
Whenever Richard Cory went downtown
We people on the pavement looked at him
He was a gentleman from sole to crown
Clean-favored, an imperially slim
And he was always quietly arrayed
And he was always human when he talked
But still he fluttered pulses when he said:
"Good-morning" and he glittered when he walked
And he was rich; yes richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place
So on we worked and waited for the light
And went without the meat
And cursed the bread
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
"OZYMANDIAS"
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I can quote these three poems by heart (along with Robert Burn's "To a Mouse")
Ive always loved them.
Please give yourself an education and read them all the way through. You'll be the better for it
Thursday, April 03, 2008
You were struck down, it was your doom.
This chick song's been stuck in my head for like a week now. Time for you to share my problem.
I think somehow I can lay the blame on Finch
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Bond's guns
In the movies (not the books), Ian Flemming's James Bond used the same firearm for decades.
In the first Bond movie: "Dr. No.", Q. asks James to trade in his World War II spy pistol (a Beretta 418) for a Walther PPK.
Both Sean Connery and Roger Moore used the tiny poodle shooter to snipe grown men from distances a rifle would struggle to share the good news with. (Who the deuce is Timothy Dalton)
In the film "Tomorrow Never Dies" an asian girl re-outfits Bond with a Walther P99, and he keeps it for the next few films (ever the loyalist). It's the gun that he travels with and uses most of the time.
Daniel Craig still uses one in the modern section of "Casino Royale".
Baretta 418
Walther PPK
Walther P99
In the first Bond movie: "Dr. No.", Q. asks James to trade in his World War II spy pistol (a Beretta 418) for a Walther PPK.
Both Sean Connery and Roger Moore used the tiny poodle shooter to snipe grown men from distances a rifle would struggle to share the good news with. (Who the deuce is Timothy Dalton)
In the film "Tomorrow Never Dies" an asian girl re-outfits Bond with a Walther P99, and he keeps it for the next few films (ever the loyalist). It's the gun that he travels with and uses most of the time.
Daniel Craig still uses one in the modern section of "Casino Royale".
Baretta 418
Walther PPK
Walther P99
...and the fact that mine says .50 cal A.E. should perpetuate further shrinkage.
In the world of guns the Desert Eagle is the modern equivalent to the ancient steel shod lance.
Impossibly expensive, extremely powerful, and sci-fi technology make this the modern knights choice of side arms.
In the early 80's Magnum Research Inc. got paid to invent something that would give their tank commanders an advantage.
They discarded the traditional blow back method the far vast majority of side arms choose, in place of a gun that works like a mini assault rifle.
A gun that its ammo costs $30 for a box of 20 bullets, a pistol that costs more then a lot of people's cars, a gun thats been featured in almost every video game.
A gun that you can change the caliber by merely switching the barrel, bolt, and bullets.
A pistol that can put a hole through a suburban townhouse (please aim for the windows).
A baby that jambs less then anyone else- except if your using naked lead (un-jacketed as opposed to full metal jacket).
One of the very few clip fed handguns to commercially use a magnum round (if chosen).
The d-eagle uses polygonal rifling (that means instead of the hills and valleys you get when you look down Bond's gun, the d-eagle is a twisted octagon).
Impossibly expensive, extremely powerful, and sci-fi technology make this the modern knights choice of side arms.
In the early 80's Magnum Research Inc. got paid to invent something that would give their tank commanders an advantage.
They discarded the traditional blow back method the far vast majority of side arms choose, in place of a gun that works like a mini assault rifle.
A gun that its ammo costs $30 for a box of 20 bullets, a pistol that costs more then a lot of people's cars, a gun thats been featured in almost every video game.
A gun that you can change the caliber by merely switching the barrel, bolt, and bullets.
A pistol that can put a hole through a suburban townhouse (please aim for the windows).
A baby that jambs less then anyone else- except if your using naked lead (un-jacketed as opposed to full metal jacket).
One of the very few clip fed handguns to commercially use a magnum round (if chosen).
The d-eagle uses polygonal rifling (that means instead of the hills and valleys you get when you look down Bond's gun, the d-eagle is a twisted octagon).
S.M.B.C. r0xx0rz
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A policeman passes a parking lot around midnight and notices a couple in a parked car. He stops to investigate and sees a man in the driver's seat and a young lady in the backseat, quietly reading a magazine.
The officer knocks on the window and asks whats going on.
"Listening to music," the guy says.
Pointing toward the lady in the backseat, the officer asks, "And what's she doing?"
"Reading a magazine, of course."
"How old are you?" asks the officer.
"I'm 22."
"And how old is she?"
The guy looks at his watch and says, "Well in 11 minutes she'll be 18."
Fool de Abril
Two friends are out drinking.
As it gets late one guy looks at his watch and sighs. "I can never really enjoy our nights out"
"Whys that?" his friend asks
"I always end up getting in trouble with my wife. Problem is I park down the block, walk home, take off my shoes downstairs, tip-toe to the room, leave all the lights off and creep into bed, and sure enough my wife wakes up and is ready to yell at me for staying out so late".
"Just do what I do" replies his friend "I screech the car into the driveway, slam the front door shut, tromp up the stairs, crash into bed, slap my wifes ass, and yell 'hey babe how about a blow job?' ...trust me, she's asleep every time".
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A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the first man.
"I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks:
"What school did you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the second man.
"I graduated in '62."
"This is unbelievable!" the first man says.
"I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
"What's been going on?" he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."
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An Irishman arrived at Boston's Logon airport and wandered about the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks. An airline employee asked him if he was homesick.
As it gets late one guy looks at his watch and sighs. "I can never really enjoy our nights out"
"Whys that?" his friend asks
"I always end up getting in trouble with my wife. Problem is I park down the block, walk home, take off my shoes downstairs, tip-toe to the room, leave all the lights off and creep into bed, and sure enough my wife wakes up and is ready to yell at me for staying out so late".
"Just do what I do" replies his friend "I screech the car into the driveway, slam the front door shut, tromp up the stairs, crash into bed, slap my wifes ass, and yell 'hey babe how about a blow job?' ...trust me, she's asleep every time".
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A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the first man.
"I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks:
"What school did you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the second man.
"I graduated in '62."
"This is unbelievable!" the first man says.
"I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
"What's been going on?" he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."
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An Irishman arrived at Boston's Logon airport and wandered about the terminal with tears streaming down his cheeks. An airline employee asked him if he was homesick.
'No, 'replied the Irishman.' It's worse, I have I've lost all me luggage.'
'That's terrible, how did that happen?'
'The cork fell out of me bottle.'
An elderly couple were driving through County Kerry, Ireland. Irene was driving when she got pulled over by the Gardai, who asks her, 'Ma'am did you know that you were speeding?'
Irene turns to her husband, Mick and enquires, 'What did he say?'
Mick yells out, 'He says you were speeding!'
The Garda said, 'May I see your license, please ma'am?'
Irene, once again, turns to Mick and says, 'What did he say?'
Once more, Mick, shouts out, 'He wants to see your license!'
Irene gives the policeman her driving license.
The Garda retorts, 'I see you are from Kerry. I spent some time there once and had the worst date I have ever had.'
For the final time, Irene turns to Mick and asks, 'What did he say?'
Mick yells very loudly, 'He thinks he knows you!'
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Three generations of hookers are sitting around talking about their lives.
The young lady complains "I gave a guy a blow job tonight and all he paid me was $50".
The mom shrugs and says "In my day you couldn't get more then $10 for that".
"Shut your mouths, both of you" the grandmother replies "During the Great Depression, we were happy just to have something warm in our belly".
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