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Bluray rules! Hitler can suck it!
January 15th, 2008
Dude, you’re getting porno
November 9th, 2007
Honestly, this is the exact testimonial I’d be giving if I’d ever owned a Dell. This is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long, long time.
Since it’s come up 3 times before 9:30 this morning, I figure I’d mention that Ben Curtis — more widely known as Steve, the “Dude, you’re getting a Dell” guy — was earthed up as a waiter in New York. So if you don’t know yet, read up. If you already know, now you know I know and you don’t need to tell me about it. I’m glad we took care of that. Vote Quimby.
Cooking with Walken
October 30th, 2007
Austrailian comedians FTW.
And since you watched, here’s a Walken halloween mask: http://www.brandonbird.com/halloween_treat.html
Boo.
When the zombies took over Denver
October 16th, 2007
Have you ever been in that thought mode where you can think of “that guy who did the thing and was in X, Y and Z movies?” Or “I loved that one hard candy, I forget the name but it seemed like it always came in watermelon?” This, today, is me. I seem to be knocking out the descriptive versions of everything with Alex Trebek-like precision, but coming up with precisely dick when it comes to the proper nouns. Luckily, when my recent spat of these occurred (almost exactly the questions above), Meagan and some random girl at a nearby table were able to fill in the blanks (Cybil Shepard and Jolly Ranchers, but not in that order).
My dreams were in a complete survival-horror kick last night. One landed a group of us in a war zone, but actively being chased by bad guys. There were a few WTF moments when I woke up and reflected, but mostly due to the cast of the dream including someone as a good guy who I (and most of the regular group) clearly don’t like very much and haven’t thought about in over a year.
The second one was a little more interesting. I was staying at a house outside Denver, and there was some talk about going to the city to meet up with friends there and a short argument about waiting for it to stop raining before leaving. Eventually I was convinced to go, so we decided to sprint all the way to Denver. This wasn’t normal dream running when you’re trying to get away from the killer and it seems like your feet are barely moving; we were sprinting at the same speed as the cars were driving, but since it was a dream, the only odd thing about that was running into Chris the hippie who was bicycling down the road.
We arrive at the city of Denver, which is surrounded by debris, boards and chain link fences because, wouldn’t you know it, the city’s fallen victim to a zombie plague. Somehow, nobody was surprised; I think we had a feeling that might happen. We decide to fight our way in to rescue my friend Bridgette (who lives there for real, so finally something’s correlating with reality), and as I’m thinking I need to call Greg who’d really get a kick of the upcoming zombie massacre, I see the cause of the zombie plague, who unfortunately wasn’t compensated for in my zombie plan.
Ed Begley Jr.
He was shooting people with worms out of a blowgun, and that was somehow turning them into zombies. I had just turned a corner through the chain link fence when he called my name and shot me dead-center in the chest. Luckily, worms don’t have the structural integrity of bullets and didn’t make skin contact, so I was able to knock it away before joining the legions of the undead. As two people tried to tackle Ed, he was shooting his worms everywhere, and suddenly I woke up.
The funny thing is, with Ed Begley Jr., I know his name, but can’t name a damn thing he’s been in. I guess that means I’m either cured, or it’s time to go home. Only time will tell.
It’s the little things, as long as they blow
August 28th, 2007
I felt so cutting edge Sunday night, with both fan-on-a-stick and superpillow! I also picked up a full-spectrum bulb for my bedside table lamp, went food shopping, got the cool LED tap-light (a cheapo one though, but still cool) and a bunch of hangers. I think I want to do drapes in my bedroom and start figuring out a dining room game plan. I sort of want to repaint my bedroom too… I was thinking of going with a darker blue, but I’m not 100% yet. I think it’ll look better with the floor and furniture, and some B&W prints on white mattes with silver frames would look really good.
Who’s distracted with workday ADD? This guy.
Review: New Superpillow
A little background — I’d bought one of those foam neck pillows from Blood Bath and Beyond about 2 years ago and it’s been the star of my bed ever since. The new Superpillow is known in the retail world as the Tempur-Pedic Neck Pillow (extra thick), and retails for $130 from Brookstone. It’s pretty firm, and it’s comfortable, with great head-neck alignment, but it’s a bit much when I roll over on my stomach, but still was nice for the first lay-down. My main problem is that every time I woke up I couldn’t help starting to think about how the pillowfelt and mentally contrasting it with Superpillow JR which was demoted to the other side of the bed. After a second night, I’m decided that it’s going back to Brookstone. The Extra thick one’s just too thick, which translates into extreme firmness. As a result, I wake up almost hourly and never really get comfortable. I’ll try the regular thickness and report back.
Review: Fan on a stick
This is my second fan-on-a-stick (my name for floor-standing fans), the 10″ 3-Speed Blizzard by Holmes. I gave my last one to Rachael last summer since her apartment turned into a furnace in the summer unless she resigned herself to signing over all her paychecks to the gents at BG&E. Fan-on-a-stick’s just like I remember it from my last one: holy shit, that’s a lot of air coming at me. It’s a little louder than your average floor-stand fan, but since it moves enough atmosphere to make the big bad wolf wish he had one, that’s forgivable. The only shortcoming is one I noted before — it needs one more extension rod, because it’s just level with the top of my bed. I emailed the manufacturer, but I think I might just make something, since I’m expecting their response to be any of the following:
1. just go buy another one, and use its rods, then you have an extra fan.
2. suck it
3. no, we don’t sell those, but here’s our catalog of fans so you can buy a taller one
4. we have them lying around but you can’t buy them
5. they were all sold to a dildo company to be reshaped and marketed to girls who didn’t want to go out with you in highschool
Career Opportunities
*singing* …the ones that never knock…I’ve been toying with the idea of a new career lately, something completely un-computery. Like what, you ask? Maybe being an architect, since I’ve always have a knack for math and 3D modeling, and that whole creative thing. Maybe engineering, since it’s a great place for people into puzzles and problem solving, not to mention people with a knack for math and science. Or possibly a novelist, which I think everyone I know has suggested I delve into at one point or another. I was just thinking about all of the schooling and degrees needed, and how long I’d need to stay in the web game to fund all of that, and I think that might be a bit defeatist. Get a masters as a Nuclear Engineer, after 5 years of night classes, and a starting salary that would probably be half where I’d be 5 years from now doing what I’m doing. Maybe I’ll just try to get the freelance business booming again… write novels in my spare time, and retire early so I can walk the streets at night rambling about fans and pillows.
Do you have to be good at math for that? Awesome.
They say it happens in the autumn years
August 15th, 2007
My daily workday ADD has manefested itself in Haiku form. So due to today’s particularly whimsical form… blog-haiku!
Buffalo, tell us…
Where have your mighty wings gone to?
Gimme celery.
Missed phone calls and text
Cingular? Am I forsaken?
Blow off photo class.
Sharing the office
Easy to forget there’s 9 peeps
He-he, Tom just burped.
Poor deceased Kermit
Have you donated your organs?
You’re now just dishrags.
Birds attack my legs
Can you blame them? You want ‘em too
My cheese flavored pants.
Seventy docs to
Portible Document Format
I need an intern.
Do I need a break?
Does hunger consume from within?
Wholefoods, git er dun.
Hey there rich asshole
Sure, you have a sweet boat outside
Smell that? Pissed in it.
Olympics thinks tech
“Windows Vista? Sounds like it’s crap”
Wow, jocks know their shit.
Huge mountain of sodas
Water and coffee — second rate!
Damn card minimums.
Man ties shoes near water
“Push him in! Push him in! Woo hoo!”
People think I’m weird.
Altoids attack the mouth
Cinnamon fires scorch and burn
Sure glad pee doesn’t.
An apocalypse
Turn to Greg, Mike and I for help
OMG Zombies!
A slow afternoon
Trying to stay awake is hard
I’ll be reading Fark.
Female cheer coach nailed
A seventeen year old student
Where’s the crime? She’s hot.
Bill farts in his sleep
“I wake my wife up,” he remarked
What pride he must have.
Parent testimonials
They’re saying their kids dig our school
Schnanigans!
Russians get sex prizes
Boinks on September 12th win cars
I’m happy with “thanks jerk.”
“Hey, edit this JavaScript”
Sure, wait till now, I mean, after all…
IT’S ALMOST FUCKING 5!
Shiver-twitch… OF DOOM!
August 14th, 2007
I just shiver-twitched (is there a word for this? maybe in the “Meaning of Liff”) so hard I almost knocked myself completely out of my chair and into the Gazelle. That means it’s blogging time! That, and I have workday ADD. Imagine that.
Spotlight on Urbandead.com
Good idea. Crap execution. The idea to have a text-only adventure with a colorful map is cool, but being limited to 50 moves is a little limiting:
shoot a zombie once – 1 move.
walk to the left – 1 move.
go through a door – 1 move.
watch Rock of Love on VH1 – 1 move.
Five minutes later and you’re done until your moves refresh at a rate of one move every half hour, up to a total of — you guessed it — 50. So, it’s not enough interactivity to entertain me, since I wasn’t even able to walk around the block and kill a zombie in my first sitting. Next.
The 200 Shitty Comic Challenge
This is great; after being challenged by another webcomic artist, the guy who runs nedroid.com took a challenge to write 200 shitty web comics. Some of them had me giggling my ass off and it’s worth checking out.
Frickin sports
Random funfact: I’ve NEVER owned clothing for a sports team I wasn’t on. So, luckily, a gun wasn’t held to my head to wear a jersey to the Raven’s scrimmage the weekend before last. Of course, there’s still bad blood brewing from a long time ago when I didn’t wear purple to a Raven’s game, but that’s besides the point.
So yeah. Pro scrimmages. They’re nifty. They’re like games where the players don’t care, nobody keeps score, they don’t kick-off, and you get really good seats. Well, upon reflection, they really are games where the players don’t care, nobody keeps score, they don’t kick-off, and you get really good seats. Oh and they stop serving beer after an hour. We still had the fun.
PS3
I have a PS3 now. If you do, lets go online and kill each other.
Sudden one-word mysterious ending
Pancake!
I was saying boo-urns
August 2nd, 2007
Another case of workday ADD has taken a hold, so let’s review some of the hilights of my day. Oh wait, Emily (who declared me the guy who makes it cool to be weird) just emailed me, I’m gonna go read it. BRB.
OK, I’m back. So, instead of taking screenshots of online textbook pages (oh, what fun!) I’m going to eat your brain. By eat your brain, I of course mean tell you about my day.
Random Insta-obsessions
Jonathan Coulton
Mike introduced me to his song “Re: Your Brains” the other day, so I did some research and bought the album it was on from iTunes. This guy’s great, the album, “Thing a Week Two” is part of his “Thing a Week” project, releasing a new song every week for a year. It feels like Ben Folds if you swiped his piano and gave him an acoustic guitar… really folk-rocky. And he does a cover of “Baby Got Back”, but that’s on a different album. I’m going to get it and see how it feels toe-to-toe against Richard Cheese’s cover.
Urban Dead
This massively multiplayer ***FREE*** browser based game has you as a survivor (read: living human) or a zombie (read: chainsaw fodder) in a city (read: cit… oh, right). I haven’t had the chance to play it yet, but I love the premise. From the reviews I’ve read, I’ve heard that it’s mostly text based with few graphic elements, which is cool since I was into oldschool Infocom games in the mid-80s like Zork, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and Wishbringer. Never MUDs though. That’s worse than Magic: The Gathering. How’s this game different from a MUD? Shut up, that’s how.
It’s gold Jerry, Gold!
My favorite definition of the word chode from urbandictionary.com:
“A chode is a bunch of people that sit around and argue over the definition of the word chode.”
Quotes
Dating advice given:
“[15:46] kincaidKMF: I have a rule of thumb I ascribe to pretty strongly: don’t listen to anyone who hasn’t been on a date with anyone new in almost 30 years.”
Commenting on walking to Best Buy on my lunch break, even though it’s pretty hot outside:
“I’d like to think that my legacy, once I’ve passed into the great beyond, is to be known as the kind of guy who would walk to Best Buy. As long as it’s not that far. And open.”
On the phone to an insurance adjuster:
“So basically I’m the first person this week not to use the phrase ‘lord have mercy’ three times already by this point during the conversation? I’m not to likely to clutch my pearl necknace and say ‘oh, my heaveans’ either. It’s not that I don’t think pearls make me pretty, but I’m not into wearing necklaces.”
Summing it up with H2 tags
Well, I’m gonna go home now. I think the fact that I just promised to set up a wireless printer for a friend the next time I’m in Vegas means that’s enough computer’n for the day. Sing it with me now… “All we want to do is eat your brains…”