Random Thoughts from 25-35 Year Olds

I found this article while stumbling around the internet. These are some of the funnier thoughts, but I definitely will say to check out the full list.

- More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can
think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell
my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves
me.

- Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you're wrong.

- I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to
have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and
sticks when they've invented the lighter?

- Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

- Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the fuck was going on when I first saw it.

- How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

- I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than
take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear
your computer history if you die.

- LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod
and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up
to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

- What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I
know how to get out of my neighborhood.

- Bad decisions make good stories

- I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and
goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not
seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

- I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle,
then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

And my favorite:
- Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty,
and you can wear them forever.

"Random Fact"

or "I might not have early onset Parkinson's afterall"
It might be a byproduct of my mind
We have two sets of nervous systems. One controls excitation, while the other controls inhibition. If you hold out your hand, you might observe minor tremors. This is actually stimulated by slight, random differences in the amount each of the two systems are firing.

Part VII

There is this Asian guy on YouTube that goes by the name Luxe37, and he makes some sweet ass stop-motion/live-action toy car chases. I have no real clue what any story is supposed to be, but so far there are 8 parts. This one is, according to the title of this post, #7. I'm not saying it's the best one of the series, I just really like it. #6 is also very good. I suggest watching them all

Do Easy

VERY interesting idea about a way to live your life.

An Essay by William S. Burroughs

DE is a way of doing. It is a way of doing everything you do. DE simply means doing whatever you do in the easiest most relaxed way you can manage which is also the quickest and most efficient way, as you will find as you advance in DE.

You can start right now tidying up your flat, moving furniture or books, washing dishes, making tea, sorting papers. Consider the weight of objects exactly how much force is needed to get the object from here to there. Consider its shape and texture and function where exactly does it belong. Use just the amount of force necessary to get the object from here to there. Don't fumble, jerk, grab an object. Drop cool possessive fingers onto it like a gentle old cop making a soft arrest. Guide the dustpan lightly to the floor as if you were landing a plane. When you touch an object weigh it with your fingers, feel your fingers on the object, the skin, blood, muscles, tendons of you hand and arm. Consider these extensions of yourself as precision instruments to perform every movement smoothly and well. Handle objects with consideration and they will show you all their little tricks. Don't tug or pull at a zipper. Guide the little metal teeth smoothly along feeling the sinuous ripples of cloth and flexible metal. Replacing the cap on a tube of toothpaste... (and this should always be done at once. Few things are worse than and uncapped tube, maladroitly squeezed, twisting up out of the bathroom glass drooling paste, unless it be a tube with the cap barbarously forced on all askew against the threads). Replacing the cap let the very tips of your fingers protrude beyond the cap contacting the end of the tube guiding the cap into place. Using your fingertips as a landing gear will enable you to drop any light object silently and surely into its place. Remember every object has its place. If you dont find that place and put that thing there it will jump out at you and trip you or rap you painfully across the knuckles. It will nudge you and clutch at you and get in your way. Often such objects belong in the wastebasket but often its just that they are out of place. Learn to place an object firmly and quietly in its place and do not let your fingers move that object as they leave it there. When you put down a cup separate your fingers cleanly from the cup. Do not let them catch in the handle and if they do repeat the movement until fingers separate clean. If you dont catch that nervous finger that won't let go of that handle you may twitch hot tea across the Duchess. Never let a poorly executed sequence pass. If you throw a match at a wastebasket and miss, get right up and put that match in the wastebasket. If you have time repeat the cast that failed. There is a always a reason for missing an easy toss. Repeat the toss and you will find it. If you rap your knuckles against a window jamb or door. If you brush your leg against a desk or a bed, if you catch your feet in the curled-up corner of a rug, or strike a toe against a desk or chair go back and repeat the sequence. You will be surprised to find how far off course you were to hit that window jamb, that door, that chair. Get back on course and do it again. How can you pilot a spacecraft if you can't find your way around your own apartment? It's just like retaking a movie shot until you get it right. And you will begin to feel yourself in a film moving with ease and speed. But don't try for speed at first. Try for relaxed smoothness taking as much time as you need to perform an action. If you drop an object, break and object, spill anything, knock painfully against anything, galvanically clutch an object, pay particular attention to the retake. You may find out why and forestall a repeat performance. If the object is broken sweep up the pieces and remove them from the room at once. If the object is intact or you have a duplicate object repeat sequence. You may experience a strange feeling as if the objects are alive and hostile trying to twist out of your fingers, slam noisily down on a table, jump out at you and stub your toe or trip you. Repeat sequence until objects are brought to order.

Here is student at work. At two feet he tosses red plastic milk cap at the orange garbage bucket. The cap sails over the bucket like a flying saucer. He tries again. Same result. He examines the cap and finds that one edge is crushed down. He pries the edge back into place. Now the cap will drop obediently into the bucket. Every object you touch is alive with your life and your will.

The student tosses cigarette box at wastebasket and it bounces out from the cardboard cover from a metal coat hanger, which is resting diagonally across the wastebasket and never should be there at all. If an ashtray is emptied into that wastebasket the cardboard triangle will split the ashes and the butts scattering both on the floor. Student takes a box of matches from his coat pocket preparatory to lighting cigarette from new package on table. With the matches in one hand he makes another toss and misses of course his fingers are in future time lighting cigarette. He retrieves package puts the matches down and now stopping slightly legs bent hop skip over the washstand and into the wastebasket, miracle of the Zen master who hits a target in the dark these little miracles will occur more an more often as you advance in DE... the ball of paper tossed over the shoulder into the wastebasket, the blanket flipped and settled just into place that seems to fold itself under the brown satin fingers of an old Persian merchant. Objects move into place at your lightest touch. You slip into it like a film moving with such ease you hardly know you are doing it. You'd come into the kitchen expecting to find a sink full of dirty dishes and instead every dish is put away and the kitchen shines. The Little People have been there and done your work fingers light and cold as spring wind through the rooms.

The student considers heavy objects. Tape recorder on the desk taking up too much space and he doesnt use it very often. So put it under the washstand. Weigh it with the hands. First attempt the cord and socket leaps across the desk like a frightened snake. He bumps his back on the washstand putting the recorder under it. Try again lift with legs not back. He hits the lamp. He looks at that lamp. It is a horrible disjointed object the joints tightened with cellophane tape disconnected when not in use the cord leaps out and wraps around his feet sometimes jerking the lamp off the desk. Remove that lamp from the room and buy a new one. Now try again lifting shifting pivoting dropping on the legs just so and right under the washstand.

You will discover clumsy things you've been doing for years until you think that is just the way things are. Here is an American student who for years has clawed at the red plastic cap on English milk bottle you see American caps have a little tab and he has been looking for that old tab all these years. Then one day in a friend's kitchen he saw a cap depressed at the center. Next morning he tries it and the miracle occurs. Just the right pressure in the center and he lifts the cap off with deft fingers and replaces it. He does this several times in wonder and in awe and ell he might him a college professor and very technical too planarian worms learn quicker than that for years he has been putting on his socks after he puts on his pants so he has to roll up pants and pants and socks get clawed in together so why not put on the socks before the pants? He is learning the simple miracles ... The Miracle of the Washstand Glass... we all know the glass there on a rusty razor blade streaked with pink tooth paste a decapitated tube writhing up out of it... quick fingers go to work and Glass sparkles like the Holy Grail in the morning sunlight. Now he does the wallet drill. For years he has carried his money in the left side pocket of his pants reaching down to fish out eh naked money... bumping his fingers against the sharp edges of the notes. Often the notes were in two stacks and puling out the one could drop the other on the floor. The left side pocket of the pants is most difficult to pick but worse things can happen than a picked pocket one can dine out on that for a season. Two manicured fingers sliding into the well-cut suit wafted into the waiting hand and engraved message from the Queen. Surely this is the easy way. Besides no student of DE would have his pocket picked applying DE in the street, picking his route through slower walkers, dont get stuck behind that baby carriage, careful when you round a corner dont bump into somebody coming round the other way. He takes the wallet out in front a mirror, removes notes, counts notes, replaces notes. As rapidly as he can with no fumbling, catching note edges on wallet, or other errors. That is a basic principle which must be repeated. When speed is crucial to the operation you must find your speed the fastest you can perform the operation with out error. Don't try for speed at first it will come his fingers will rustle through the wallet with a touch light as dead leaves and crinkle discreetly the note that will bribe a South American customs official into overlooking a shrunken down head. The customs agent smiles a collector's smile the smile of a connoisseur. Such a crinkle he has not heard since a French jewel thief with crudely forged papers made a crinkling sound over them with his hands and there is the note neatly folded into a false passport.

Now some one will say... But if I have to think about every move I make ...You only have to think and break down movement into a series of still pictures to be studied and corrected because you have not found the easy way. Once you find the easy way you dont have to think about it will almost do itself.

Operations performed on your person... brushing teeth, washing, etc. can lead you to correct a defect before it develops. Here is student with a light case of bleeding gums. His dentist has instructed him to massage gums by placing little splinters of wood called Inter Dens between the teeth and massaging gum with seesaw motion. He snatches at Inter Dens, opens his mouth in a stiff grimace and jabs at a gum with a shaking hand. Now he remembers his DE. Start over. Take out eh little splinters of wood like small chopsticks joined at the base and separate them gently. Now find where the bleeding is. Relax face and move Inter Dens up and down gently firmly gums relaxed direct your attention to that spot. No not getting better and better just let the attention of your whole body and all the healing power of your body flow with it. A soapy hand on your lower back feeling the muscles and vertebrae can catch a dislocation right there and save you a visit to the osteopath. Illness and disability is largely a matter of neglect. You ignore something because it is painful and it becomes more uncomfortable through neglect and you neglect it further. Everyday tasks become painful and boring because you think of them as WORK something solid and heavy to be fumbled and stumbled over. Overcome this block and you will find that DE can be applied to anything you do even to the final discipline of doing nothing. The easier you do it the less you have to do. He who has learned to do nothing with his whole mind and body will have everything done for him.

Let us now apply DE to a simple test: the old Western quick draw gunfight. Only one gun fighter ever really grasped the concept of DE and that was Wyatt Earp. Nobody ever beat him. Wyatt Earp said: It's not the first shot that counts. It's the first shot that hits. Point is to draw aim and fire and deliver the slug an inch above the belt buckle

That's DE. How fast can you do it and get it done?

It is related that a young boy once incurred the wrath of Two Gun McGee?. McGee? has sworn to kill him and is even now preparing himself in a series of saloons. The boy has never been in a gunfight and Wyatt Earp advises him to leave town while McGee is still two saloons away. The boy refuses to leave.

"All right" Earp tells him "You can hit a circle four inches square at six feet can't you? all right take your time and hit it." Wyatt flattens himself against a wall calling out once more "Take your time, kid."

(How fast can you take your time, kid?)

At this moment McGee? bursts through the door a .45 in each hand spittin lead all over the town. A drummer from St. Louis is a bit slow hitting the floor and catches a slug in the forehead. A boy peacefully eating chop suey in the Chinese restaurant next door stops a slug with his thigh.

Now the kid draws his gun steadies it in both hands aims and fires at six feet hitting Two Gun McGee? squarely in the stomach. The heavy slug knocks him back against the wall. He manages to get off one last shot and bring down the chandelier. The boy fires again and sends a bullet ripping through McGee?'s liver and another through his chest.

The beginner can think of DE as a game. You are running an obstacle course the obstacles set up by your opponent. As soon as you attempt to put DE into practice you will find that you have an opponent very clever and resourceful with detailed knowledge of you weaknesses and above all expert in diverting your attention for the moment necessary to drop a plate on the kitchen floor. Who or what is this opponent that makes you spill drop and fumble slip and fall? Groddeck and Freud called it the IT a built in self-destructive mechanism. Mr Hubbard calls it the Reactive Mind. You will disconnect IT as you advance in the discipline of DE. De Brings you into direct conflict with the IT in present time where you can control your moves. You can beat the IT in present time.

Take the inverse skill of the IT back into your own hands. These skills belong to you. Make them yours. You know where the wastebasket is. You can land objects in that wastebasket over you shoulder. You know how to touch and move and pick up things. Regaining these physical skills is of course simply a prelude to regaining other skills and knowledge that you have and cannot make available for your use. You know your entire past history just what year month and hour everything happened. If you have heard a language for any length of time you know that language. You have a computer in your brain. DE will show you how to use it. But that is another chapter.

DE applies to ALL operations carried out inside the body ... brain waves, digestion, blood pressure and rate of heart beats ... and that is another chapter...

Star v. Black Hole

Who (as if they were people) would win in a fight? Its basically the classic battle between light and dark, good and evil. Well, obviously the star would win...or would he? Let's think about this for a minute. A star is basically a ball of gaseous energy. A black hole is a vortex with no actual explanation to what it does (but basically anti-energy, for the sake of argument). Now, when those two come together, what happens? Probably an explosion, one of such magnitude as if they were fighting to the death, with super-outrageous-powers. Your brain probably couldn't fathom it. Feeble mortal.

According to iTunes, their visualizer that sparked this debate, had one "star" fighting one "black hole". The star then split into three other stars that shot pure energy out of their electricity fingers. The black hole, naturally, just absorbed the energy. So how does the star win? Well, he probably needs to produce enough energy that would negate any negative energy given off by the black hole. This would probably kill both of them.

In a re-enactment, Goerg and I played the roles of Black Hole and Star, respectively. I conquered him. Since this is the only evidence that we have to go off of, I'm going to take this as fact. A star will always beat a black hole...or b-hole, as I like to call him.

A meteor eh? Try again...

Check this shit out that I found on Discovery News. There is a very good chance that scientists have discovered what actually killed the dinosaurs and most other life back all those years ago. This is friggin amazing if it is the reason, and judging by the content of the article, it appears to be a damn good possibility!

Let me know what you think!

One of the best articles I have ever read

I don't know if any of you on this blog are Mitch Albom fans or not. I have read his books (Five People You Meet In Heaven, Tuesdays with Morrie, One Last Day) and I have enjoyed each of them equally as well (I'm partial to Five People). I don't get the Free Press so I don't necessarily get a chance to read every article he writes, mostly sports. However, this article was brought to my attention this morning. He did a guest spot in Sports Illustrated about the courage of the city of Detroit. How throughout all of the shit that happens, we still cling to hope as a city and, even though we may be missing some of the landmarks and events that caused this city to be so great in the past, we still cling to the hope and the belief that we will be back to that city soon. Read this article and tell me that you disagree with any of it. We don't live in Detroit, but we live in a suburb of it and we hurt as Detroit hurts. I love a lot of things about the city, besides it's parking and crazy streets. I love the sports stadiums that I frequent. I love that we care so much about those involved in our city that we hurt as they hurt (the Konstantinov accident comes to mind).

This is one of the best articles that I have read because I knew exactly where he was coming from with it. Most of the outsiders looking in from other states and Canada would think we were just trying to make them feel bad. You read this article and tell me if you disagree with it.

Happy New Year all, let's hope Mitch is right and this year will be a good one.

I'm Not a Complete Fuck Up...yet...

So yesterday I was offered the job of franchise consultant for Jimmy Johns. I'm thrilled, but also kinda nervous. I guess that comes with the territory. I'm going from only knowing what it's like to work at a "high school job" or one to get me through college to an actual full-time job with a salary. It's gonna take some long hours with little glamor to be good at my job. I'm prepared for that. I've slacked off for way too long in my life to let this slip. This will be a good wake-up call for me to whip my ass into shape. For the last couple of months I have been a lazy fuck, now its time for me to do something with my life. This should be good.

The one thing I'm really worried about is that I have to move to a different state, most likely Kentucky, at least for the first year. After the first year, I may be moved to Denver. I hope that I'll be able to make some friends down there, or that will be one lonely year. At the same time, I'm excited to move to a different city and experience a whole new way of life...that is, if it's any different than here.

Dave, I'm sorry that I have to leave you (especially with Kiznox moving) but I just can't stay here if I have a chance to do something with my life. I don't expect to stay with this forever, but I gotta do something. Something to kick start my life into gear. Love ya bro, hopefully you don't get too lonely.

Sorry I didn't call most of you to tell you this, but like I said, I live a lazy life. Hopefully this job will change that.

Welcome to the real world, fucker!
Thanks...I guess.

I hope this is just a speed bump in my path to doing what I want and not what I'm told. But for now...I have a job! Also, I now can finally buy a new computer, probably an Apple laptop, because my computer is slowly and painfully dying. I would take her out back and shoot her behind the tool shed, but I still need her until the new baby comes along.

Rolling Stone Article

This article was in the latest edition of Rolling Stone and it is about Robert Downey Jr. and it is fantastic. Click here to read the article.

The Dark Knight Exclusive Trailer

This trailer is found on YouTube but was exclusive to Dominos Pizza for a while. If you have not seen it, it is the best trailer thus far and by far the most disturbing as you listen to the Joker talk...the dialogue from 0:48-0:57 is just chilling.



GOD I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS MOVIE!!!

Monster House...

... might be the best movie EVER to come up to. If you guys haven't seen it, seriously, you should get stoned and rent it. It's hysterical, and arguably, the most frightening and intense kid's movie I've ever seen in my life. Except maybe the brave little toaster.

An strange thing happened to me while I was tripping on sunday that has NEVER happened to me before in all the times I've been in that midset, but it really interested me:
after we finished Monster House, we listened to psy-trance and watched the itunes visualizer for a few hours, and it was like there was this random endless string of fast nonsense words going through my head that was going almost like it was in time with the music when it happened. But the words were strange in that I don't think that I could create them aloud if I tried. It was almost as if they were a strange combination of letters and numbers and sounds I didn't recognize. And even stranger... it was almost as if the words were a living entity in and of themselves. They took on an almost reptilian nature, or like scorpions. It was so bizarre...

THE DRUGS ARE EATING MY BRAIN!

also... See y'all this weekend or next! you guys got any plans for fourth of july? :)

Hey Goerg, Guess What!?

Universal Studios in Orlando is opening a new Harry Potter ride/attraction and a Simpsons attraction!

Myrtle Beach has a Led Zeppelin roller coaster!

Cedar Point has a new roller coaster! I need to go to an amusement park, dammit!

We Finally Got Internet Back!

And somehow, Kiznox hasn't posted yet. Unbelievable. It's been far too long since I've had a solid connection on a working computer. One of the reasons why no one has been posting, Cottonmouth, is because 3 of the posters have been without the wonders of the internet.

I'm not really sure what to say, the excitement has thrown all the potential thoughts out of my head. There's so much to do.

Everyone should come and see our new apartment. It's not fully finished yet, but it's still good enough for people to visit...Rambo, I'm looking at you, ya dick. Cottonmouth, you're excused because you're like a 4+ hour drive from here, so come when you can.

I got hit on at the bar last night. Go me. Never thought that would happen. We should be seeing each other real soon...I'm hoping for the best.

PS. Grand Theft Auto 4 is fucking amazing!

Drink More Coffee and Smoke Less

I found a really good article about how to beat death. You should check it out, it has some great tips in it.

I Wish I Could take Credit for This...

"Imagine if you went to McDonalds a lot and ordered a Big Mac Combo meal. A Big Mac, Large Fries and a Coke. You really like this meal. One day, you pull up to the drivethrough and order the Big Mac Combo meal and the girl tells you, "I'm sorry - you can have the Big Mac and the Coke, but you can't get fries with that anymore." You think about this for a moment, and sure - the Big Mac is the centerpiece of the meal, but McDonalds has some really good fries and you like their fries with your meal. So you say, "I've been able to get fries with that before, why can't I have fries with my Big Mac combo anymore?" The girls says, "Well, I just think it is better if you only have the Big Mac and the Coke from here on out."

At this point, a lot of guys are going to go to Wendy's or BK and see if they can get fries with their combo at that drivethrough window. But there are some guys who REALLY like McDonalds Big Macs and they might think, "If I keep coming here and ordering the Big Mac and Coke, maybe she'll change her mind and give me some fries with that later." So they will keep on getting the combo without the fries until the deal breaker happens: One day that guy is going to order the Big Mac and Coke and then he's going to pull up a little bit to pay, and someone else is going to pull up to the drivethrough speaker and order the "Big Mac Combo" and he is going to hear the girl say, "Would you like fries with that?"

That's why guys don't like to be friends with a girl who breaks up with them."

Yesbutnobutyes.com

Dear Science...

Dear Science,

I think my girlfriend is faking her orgasms. Is there any way, scientifically, to figure out if an orgasm is real or not?

Empirically Aroused

Sweaty feet are a good place to start. Having an orgasm, at least to your autonomic nervous system, is akin to being chased by a lion or getting into a drunken bar fight. For men and women, the medical school mnemonic (you'd be horrified to find out how most medical students pass their tests) for sex is "point and shoot," because it's the parasympathetic nervous system—the feed-and-breed regulator—that handles arousal, getting all hot and bothered, erect and wet. Only at the moment of orgasm does the sympathetic nervous system—the fight-or-flight, adrenaline-rush regulator—take over and end the show. If you want an objective measure of an orgasm that doesn't require specialized equipment, graduate students to operate it, and a multiple-Tesla magnet, Science suggests you look for sympathetic nervous system signs: a jump in heart rate, a sudden dilation of the pupils, or sweaty palms and feet.

You aren't the only one wondering. Drug designers, fresh from the victorious conquest of flaccid erections in men, are ready for new territory. Upon discovering women 30 or so years ago—hello, ladies—scientists have been busily testing orgasm-detecting machines in inherently, awkwardly hilarious experiments. Let's consider the latest idea: clitoral MRI. (A Seattle invention! Go UW!) First the volunteers were placed in an environment that really set the mood—a superchilled tube that made regular clanking noises. Next, the stimulation (take it away, journal article) "consisted of a 15-minute segment of neutral documentary video, followed by a 15-minute segment of sexually explicit stimulus material (AVSS), which was then followed by a second 15-minute segment of neutral video." In essence: Nova, porn, Nova—a typical Friday evening for most scientists. The MRI looked for the female erection. You know, swelling of the clitoral tissue around the vagina. But most of the objective scientific tests are about as accurate as sweaty feet.

Have you thought about asking? Your partner might otherwise wonder why you keep reaching for her feet or shining lights in her eyes at her moment of (provisional) ecstasy. Questionnaires are the most frequently used scientific test used to determine if women are coming to orgasm, still the gold standard for sexuality research. But filling out bubble sheets might prove awkward in the bedroom. Just hold your girlfriend's palms, look deeply in her eyes, and you'll have all the data you need.

Rousingly Yours,

Science

You Spell that Phonetically,

and I'll call it that twice on Sundays.

Also, found some truly interesting news floating around the net. Sadly, the site I found this on gave no link to the actual story, so it could be complete bullshit...but still, interesting.

Harry Potter fans, the rumors are true: Albus Dumbledore, master wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, is gay. J.K. Rowling, author of the mega-selling fantasy series that ended last summer, outed the beloved character Friday night while appearing before a full house at Carnegie Hall.

After reading briefly from the final book, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” she took questions from audience members.

She was asked by one young fan whether Dumbledore finds “true love.”

“Dumbledore is gay,” the author responded to gasps and applause.

I have been reading this really interesting comic lately...yes I have delved into comics and have begun the shame spiral downward that is associated with them. Anyway, it is called "Preacher" and it is definitely worth a look. I have no way to compare this with anything else that I have ever seen in comics before. It is about, you guessed it, a preacher and his literal search for God. Who quit. God quit and came to live on earth. It is fucked up, sexy, covered in blood and blatant cursing, dripping with beauty, covered in the dust of a Texan run amok, with vampires, serial killers, a ridiculously old woman leading some fuckall cult, and absolutely amazing. I would say that I hope that this series gets made into a movie, but I just do not think that it would be done justice. This series is beautiful.

And that is all I will say about it for the moment.

Today I am going to blow a shit ton of money on delicious food and a movie. Heading to PF Changs and then to see 30 days of Night.

And here is the review for that from, The Stranger:

Even among the most jaded of geeks, Steve Niles and Ben Templesmith's 2002 comic series 30 Days of Night raised a seismic ruckus, thanks to a premise so ingenious that it's amazing that no one had ever thought of it before. I mean, really: vampires in Alaska? Where the sun doesn't rise for a solid month? Holy crap! Unfortunately, the creators never quite figured out how to capitalize on their initial stroke of genius. Beyond that killer idea and Templesmith's unsettlingly abstract art (no Anne Rice-ish romantic creatures of the night here, just vaguely humanoid things bursting with thickets of fangs), it comes off as a case of more sizzle than steak.

Thankfully, then, the inevitable cinematic adaptation stands as that rarity that rises above its source material, both in plot and gut-rumbling tone. Even accounting for a few logy sequences, it's the most relentless, sustained freak-out since The Descent.

Director David Slade (Hard Candy) takes an unusual amount of time setting things in motion—establishing the geography and an air of anticipatory menace before letting fly with the red stuff. He's aided in his efforts by a cast (including Danny Huston, Melissa George, and a surprisingly capable Josh Hartnett) who take things seriously, with none of the winking at the camera malarkey that's wrecked so many post-Scream horror flicks. The two-hour running time does occasionally feel excessive, but when all cylinders are firing, it generates an atmosphere that few examples of the genre can match. Impressive as the episodes of full-blown splatter are, it's the quieter moments, such as an insta-classic extended overhead tracking shot of the town under siege, that make you kind of sort of wish that they had never flicked off the theater's house lights. ANDREW WRIGHT

Fuck IGN and RottenTomato, I have generally agreed with the Stranger on their movie choices, so I am excited. PLUS! VAMPIRES!!!!!!!

If anyone ever wants to turn me into a full-fledged vampire, please do.

So What You're Saying is...

You don't like Star Ship Troopers?

BLASPHEMY!!!

Also, I just took an actual look at the blog and kinda sorta maybe a little bit noticed the ridiculousness of my overwhelming embedding.

Oops.

I blame YouTube.

Wait, What?

This is from a conversation that I had earlier today:

Friend: we can totally video chat
Me: i dont have a camera on my computer. Wish that i did, though.
Friend: i was excited about the prospect of video chatting
Me: perhaps i shall buy a camera at some point. it would be nice to see you again.
Friend: don't like that part of video chatting. the video.
Me: wait, what? the seeing part?
Friend: yeah
Me: interesting...so what you are saying is that, in essence, you would use your computer like a phone. As opposed to a phone?
Friend: exactly

Which kind of got me thinking; what kind of phone would be so damn ugly and annoying that I would just opt for the video connection on my computer? All signs point to this ugly motherfucker.

Please Dont Vote Republican...

No, this will not be a huge rant, but a couple covers of The Stranger to illustrate a point.

Please, vote something other than Red. Think of all the people that you could be hurting.



That was after Bush was illegally elected the first time.



This one came after the second stolen election.

It would seem that electing Bush was really just this country's excuse to go on an eight year bender.