I saw each of these videos today and this morning when I woke up for some reason I remembered the words 'Trojan games' and had a youtube adventure. each of these are hilarious and only like 30 seconds long, my favorite is the first one:
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Hows my little busy beaver?
This week I started my new job with Late Night Kirby!
I also started Harry Potter!
I also will have put in 42 hours of "real work"
and another, taking pictures for a "job" aka resume builder
let me know what you think!
All these things on my mind right now is really keeping me busy!
I also started Harry Potter!
I also will have put in 42 hours of "real work"
and another, taking pictures for a "job" aka resume builder
let me know what you think!
All these things on my mind right now is really keeping me busy!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Hows my little message?
Leaving and retrieving messages on phones is growing more painful.
The advent of the answering machine ages ago was a godsend for some and a pain in the ass for others.
So the modern answering machine has been around since the early 80s giving basically EVERY SINGLE PERSON who knows how to use a phone a very solid understanding of the purpose and normal operation of said machine. So when the advent of personalized messages came about and people could leave funny, cute, and sultry messages to would be callers, mostly at first instructing them to leave a message after the beep the world was a happy place.
Well over 20 years have passed since this era began (and passed). Caller ID was an angel sent from heaven, and now we all have cell phones, with some families have more that 4 phone numbers under their surname and we still have damn people telling me to leave messages after the beep. STOP! I know when to leave the message You know when to leave the message. In case you didn't when your recording stops and an unnatural sound happens the time to begin recording the message has begun.
BUT WAIT!!
If only it were that simple.
Now we have the cell Phone wench telling me that I can leave a call back number OR leave a message. First what the hell is a call back number? Is that basically a page for my cellphone recently converted to a beeper (ha remember those, how ridiculous) No, in fact Fuck no! I am calling this person to exchange some type of information with them be it the weather in their location, or when to meet for dinner. I have never thought, oh hey, I'll just leave them a numerical message that they can decipher if they have the wit ( 55378008 - or - 7734) to figure out. NO! If they don't answer I want to leave them a message, telling them that Duluth is foggy and Dinner is roasting on the grill. Thats it, come on!
Don't get me started about the bitch that cuts me off mid-message because I only have 8 seconds (or no seconds) of recoding left.
So in short
People: lets get with it, everyone knows they shouldn't start talking before the tone.
Phone companies: Turn off the lady Post-recording because damnit I only want to leave a message, I don't care to listen to it afterwards or even leave a "callback number".
Just play the damn beep.
The advent of the answering machine ages ago was a godsend for some and a pain in the ass for others.
So the modern answering machine has been around since the early 80s giving basically EVERY SINGLE PERSON who knows how to use a phone a very solid understanding of the purpose and normal operation of said machine. So when the advent of personalized messages came about and people could leave funny, cute, and sultry messages to would be callers, mostly at first instructing them to leave a message after the beep the world was a happy place.
Well over 20 years have passed since this era began (and passed). Caller ID was an angel sent from heaven, and now we all have cell phones, with some families have more that 4 phone numbers under their surname and we still have damn people telling me to leave messages after the beep. STOP! I know when to leave the message You know when to leave the message. In case you didn't when your recording stops and an unnatural sound happens the time to begin recording the message has begun.
BUT WAIT!!
If only it were that simple.
Now we have the cell Phone wench telling me that I can leave a call back number OR leave a message. First what the hell is a call back number? Is that basically a page for my cellphone recently converted to a beeper (ha remember those, how ridiculous) No, in fact Fuck no! I am calling this person to exchange some type of information with them be it the weather in their location, or when to meet for dinner. I have never thought, oh hey, I'll just leave them a numerical message that they can decipher if they have the wit ( 55378008 - or - 7734) to figure out. NO! If they don't answer I want to leave them a message, telling them that Duluth is foggy and Dinner is roasting on the grill. Thats it, come on!
Don't get me started about the bitch that cuts me off mid-message because I only have 8 seconds (or no seconds) of recoding left.
So in short
People: lets get with it, everyone knows they shouldn't start talking before the tone.
Phone companies: Turn off the lady Post-recording because damnit I only want to leave a message, I don't care to listen to it afterwards or even leave a "callback number".
Just play the damn beep.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Hows my little veggie?
This one has been a long time coming, two failed attempts and a lot more thought, here goes:
I hate broccoli.
I hate it a lot. In the past I would spend time thinking about my disdain for broccoli, but now that I never ever experience broccoli I don't ever find myself thinking about how little I like it, but possibly fearing the next time I will have it.
Nowadays I find myself in a really great position of trying to listen to how much my friends eat so much broccoli in their lives they are ashamed to brag about about how satisfied they are with it. Which is not cool, I wish that they would just talk MORE about it. It would always be great to hear about and I'm sure would never get old. I want to hear every last broccoli craving and more, More! MORE!!
Maybe to remedy this though instead of wishing to hear more of people's broccoli cravings, I shall rant farther on how much I hate it, and about how elated I am about broccoli never ever being in my life. Because really, its never in my house, no one here likes it that much at all. I sit on my couch and thank the lord that no broccoli has ever been there, or in my bedroom I am ecstatic that broccoli will never be enjoyed within these walls.
What really upsets me about me and how little I like broccoli though, is that broccoli can be had in so many different ways. I feel like I haven't even scraped the surface of the different ways that that could try broccoli, who knows maybe sometime I'll find a way to have broccoli that wouldn't be so bad, and I just may end up liking the stuff. Until then, You can find me in the broccoli haters corner.
Well its off to work now, we are celebrating opposite day, maybe you didn't notice by now, but it definitely has been all day!
I hate broccoli.
I hate it a lot. In the past I would spend time thinking about my disdain for broccoli, but now that I never ever experience broccoli I don't ever find myself thinking about how little I like it, but possibly fearing the next time I will have it.
Nowadays I find myself in a really great position of trying to listen to how much my friends eat so much broccoli in their lives they are ashamed to brag about about how satisfied they are with it. Which is not cool, I wish that they would just talk MORE about it. It would always be great to hear about and I'm sure would never get old. I want to hear every last broccoli craving and more, More! MORE!!
Maybe to remedy this though instead of wishing to hear more of people's broccoli cravings, I shall rant farther on how much I hate it, and about how elated I am about broccoli never ever being in my life. Because really, its never in my house, no one here likes it that much at all. I sit on my couch and thank the lord that no broccoli has ever been there, or in my bedroom I am ecstatic that broccoli will never be enjoyed within these walls.
What really upsets me about me and how little I like broccoli though, is that broccoli can be had in so many different ways. I feel like I haven't even scraped the surface of the different ways that that could try broccoli, who knows maybe sometime I'll find a way to have broccoli that wouldn't be so bad, and I just may end up liking the stuff. Until then, You can find me in the broccoli haters corner.
Well its off to work now, we are celebrating opposite day, maybe you didn't notice by now, but it definitely has been all day!
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Hows my little RoboCup?
So every year a whole bunch of nerds get together with their little robots and play soccer. one scored a goal this year...check it out Its funny and only a minute long.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Hows my little MostlyFiction?
It was a warm night.
The four of us had just locked our bikes and were waiting patiently for the scary tattooed man to stamp his insignia on our wrists in order for us to enter the club.
As we entered, the humidity rose significantly, I began to sweat. Upstairs we watched the mass of people swirling and shaking like a busy ant hill on a warm summer day. I ordered my drink and as I walked from the bar she caught my eye, a white dress, red trim, much shorter than me. As I approached her her smell beckoned me with a pheromone I could not ignore. No. I returned to the dance floor with my group.
We formed a circle, a circle being the strongest shape, most uneasily broken.
There she was again.
She had broken the circle.
I imagine she was in heat.
Her body twisting snapping in the ways I have only seen pop stars move.
Then it began.
He might have been a zombie who enjoyed premium strutted by. She struck with an undulating force I have never seen. The white dress billowing back ad fourth with each snap of her hips.
I was shocked, nay, horrified. She continued along with her thrusting, spinning and shaking. Nearly every XY moving by could not feasibly make their way without experiencing her wrath upon their leg. She was like a puppy just finding out what that part of his body did.
I watched captivated, long finished with my drink, I couldn't stop. The girl was an enchantress of horror. Thankfully we decided to leave ridding me of the girl in the white dress. It will be a long while before I return there to move my body in a provacative way again.
Too much love proved to be too much love for me.
The four of us had just locked our bikes and were waiting patiently for the scary tattooed man to stamp his insignia on our wrists in order for us to enter the club.
As we entered, the humidity rose significantly, I began to sweat. Upstairs we watched the mass of people swirling and shaking like a busy ant hill on a warm summer day. I ordered my drink and as I walked from the bar she caught my eye, a white dress, red trim, much shorter than me. As I approached her her smell beckoned me with a pheromone I could not ignore. No. I returned to the dance floor with my group.
We formed a circle, a circle being the strongest shape, most uneasily broken.
There she was again.
She had broken the circle.
I imagine she was in heat.
Her body twisting snapping in the ways I have only seen pop stars move.
Then it began.
He might have been a zombie who enjoyed premium strutted by. She struck with an undulating force I have never seen. The white dress billowing back ad fourth with each snap of her hips.
I was shocked, nay, horrified. She continued along with her thrusting, spinning and shaking. Nearly every XY moving by could not feasibly make their way without experiencing her wrath upon their leg. She was like a puppy just finding out what that part of his body did.
I watched captivated, long finished with my drink, I couldn't stop. The girl was an enchantress of horror. Thankfully we decided to leave ridding me of the girl in the white dress. It will be a long while before I return there to move my body in a provacative way again.
Too much love proved to be too much love for me.
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