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Architecture News

In really sad news, the leaning tower of pizza is in danger of falling over. These two photos were just taken moments apart over Memorial Day Weekend for the festivities over in Italy. It's sad that this magnificent building is going ot be gone soon before out children's children can see its glory.
god bless you and yours!

remember the good times

Skillz to Pay the Billz

Talking about something that makes me think of Kyle...
Paraphrasing Louis C.K. - "My parents sent me to Camp Retard. I remember looking around and saying I'm retarded. This is the way they chose to tell me?"
Ask Kyle about perceptual motors...sorry, Kyle, I couldn't resist.

All I could think of was Kyle

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He was smitten.

There was talk of "smiting" in the responses to the last post, so on that note. It makes me happy that Jerry Falwell is dead. It does not make me happy that idiots immortalize a spiritual reiver like this.

Internet Phenomena

It's getting all too common for people to just pass around these viral videos.

Just like when Kevin McBrair would use the offset machine in 7th grade and make a billion copies of those little Mickey giving you the finger things, posting videos is p-l-a-y-e-d o-u-t.

But damn if I don't have one that I wanted to show you.
I'll just give you the review.

Okay it starts off with this really lame r&b, like Gerald Levert quality, not even Ralph Tresvant. And then you get some still shots of these high school kids. They have the lamest nicknames, like "Pre$$ure" and "Orlando" and "Pretty Ricky" I almost wonder whether or not they are actual nicknames though.
Anyway, roll tape, and the young dudes start taking off their tops and they get busy with the suroundings. They get in there and dry hump the scenery. Well, 3 dudes do all sorts of shit like air hump nothing, or full on try to fuck the wall, but they spend most of their affections romancing the ottoman. But one dude has class, he doesn't just fuck that furniture, he straight up makes love like he loves his baby mama. It's true. He keeps it real. Don't bother looking it up on Youtube. I gave the video its props.

It's a hoot.

War on Semantics

There was a "terror" plot on Fort Dix that was broken up today. I am a semanitcal fool, so here goes the short version. First, let me say that, of course, I am glad that any violent plot to harm anyone was thwarted. The plot was to attack soldiers at a military base here in the US. Can this be called a "terror" plot? This highlights one of the many major mistakes of the Bush administration. Once they declared WAR on "terror" (a tactic utilized by any aggressor) all over the world, they inadvertantly legitimized the activities of disgruntled extremists as acts of war. Now, we could argue collateral damage and the terror that is perpetrated upon civilian populations, transportation networks, and production facitlities during all wars, but this is not the direction I am going. Basically, since the disrupted "terror" plot was directed against a military target, this is not a terrorist plot. It is a legitimate target as set forth by the Bush paradigm. Yes, this may be over semantic word play, but it becomes very important in global perceptions; and these phrases and words should be scrutinized by the American public.

Upon Wings Of Golden Fate

It’s no secret that my life is vastly different now than it was a few months ago.
For example, I bought a pair of shoes that I only wear at work. They feel like dress slippers. They look like classy suave executive material slippers. Another thing I’ve changed is I have a new watch that is all metal. It looks better while at work than one with a Velcro strap.

The final thing I’ve changed is I belong to a gym. I haven’t gone this week, so maybe I’m like the old me again except for the slippers.

But that’s the point of this post, the working out. I’m not going to brag about what I bench, the diameter of my pipes, or how much I can max out on my flactoids.
I’m here to talk about the Universe.
It seems that every few weeks I forget my lock at my locker. Maybe because just like in Junior High I’m focused on covering my naughty bits instead of just putting on my clothes. Anyway, I forget my lock, then come back a few days later and look in the lost ‘n found box. I have a purple masterlock, bought primarily b/c it’s cheap.
The past two times I’ve gone to the lost ‘n found, I’ve come across at least 4 identical locks to mine.


ARTIST’S RENDITION OF MY LOCK ALONG WITH OTHERS, ARTIST FORGOT TO MAKE DIAL PURPLE.

Each time I’ve done the exact same thing, locked up the first lock, hold the others in my opposite hand, and do my combination. And what has happened each time?
The Lock Has Opened!
This means one of two things.

A-I have magical powers that allow me to ‘read’ the psychic aura of my lock and pick it out of a lineup.
B-All purple masterlocks have the same combination and someday soon someone will steal my cool non slipper shoes while I am lifting weights.