I'm Back, Ya'll!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Right-O, and down to business.
If you're looking for the pron, check these nifty little sites. They're all on my personal favorite list, so you know they gotta be good:
1) Thumbnailpost.com
2) LibraryOfThumbs.com
3) Sublime
Now all of these are great (aka -> free), but if your in the mood for a little more substance with your spank bank, than I gotta say Sublime is the way to go. The Sublime Times is golden.
So yeah, as you can see, rather than take down the posts that are getting all of the attention from web surfers looking for the naughty naughty, I'm channeling their eager little eyes towards sites actually worth viewing. Enjoy.
Labels: TEH PRON
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Wearing Thin
Sunday, December 16, 2007
The lack of posts can be attributed to three things:
I dont have time.
I dont really like the site design I chose. And I'm too lazy to change it.
The ass hats hitting this blog, who are indeed looking for porn.
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Asians, Bikini Contest, And Dare I Say: Pamela Anderson
Sunday, December 09, 2007
If you're looking for any of the titled subjects, you're in the wrong place. And your increasing my blog traffic something like ten fold.
So yeah, there are definitely NOT any bikini contests, Asians, Pamela Anderson Sex Tapes, nor Britney Spears cooter shots. None.
But feel free to keep coming back.
Labels: Asian Twins, bikini contest, Britney Spears, Pamela Anderson
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Things I Didnt Know Last Week
Friday, December 07, 2007
1)A porn site by the name "Money Talks" has bikini contests.
2)People searching for that porn site also like Asian Twins. And Nataly Portman.
3)People do not like finding my blog instead of porn.
Labels: Asian Twins, money talks, Nataly Portman, porn
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Amidst All of It
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I ran into this story on this blog.
The blog contains commentary that I find to be pretty much in line with what I see as "common sense", and the guy is a friggin Gunsmith / Iron Smith. Thats pretty cool.
The story is about a wounded soldier.
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Wit & Understanding
The wit and inner understanding portions of this blog were found to be so lacking that I had no choice but to remove them as subtitles.
Truth in advertising and all that.
Labels: understanding, wit
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Asian Twins Conspicuously Absent
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
This person came up with 150 things to do before you die.
I tried, and let me assure you, its harder than it looks. For one, picking goals that are attainable but not yet attained is kind of a cock tease. For another, how many times can you list "Get Laid" before it gets old?
1) Colonize the moon
2) Build a flying motorcycle
3) Your mom
4) Etc...
Making a list of shit you're not going to accomplish anyway, also conspicuously absent from list.
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You're All Lemings
Sunday, December 02, 2007
(Depressed Lemmings)
Contrary to popular belief, lemmings do NOT commit suicide en mass. I looked it up, and so should you.
Wikipedia on
lemmings, and
Lemmings (Or as I like to call them: Lemmings, the video game that devoured my youth).
Labels: lemmings
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Pardon The Changes
Spiffy new site design is thanks to I-Frame.
Edit: I know your wondering what the hell the images on the right side have to do with Money. Nothing. They look pretty, so shut up.
Labels: I-Frame, Site Design
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Neal is sorry too
Thursday, November 01, 2007
According to someone far more clever with words than I, Money is a worthless construct imposed on the population as a mass delusion in order to facilitate trade and commerce. Stephenson develops this idea across the length of several sizable books, yet the conclusion is the same: Money is rubbish without the implicit trust of individuals.
Take a work of art on the other hand. I think one of the reasons that people who are 'analytically inclined' have trouble with the world of art is the difficulty of assigning values to works that have no explicit value in of themselves. People make entire careers of telling others how much they should cherish a work of art. Yet this is almost as arbitrary as randomly selecting numbers out of a hat, and cannot reasonably describe the evolving nature of value in art.
A well written novel has the ability to evoke emotions from the reader by transporting him or her into the world the author has crafted. It goes without saying that the emotional response will vary greatly between individuals, corresponding to the value each will assign the novel. Or sculpture. Or Story.
Keeping in mind that Money is already acknowledged to be useless without the trust and support of those nearest and dearest, Money is also known to be one of those analytically inclined folks who tend to have trouble with 'Art Related Things'.
I suppose this is a bit of a round about way of apologizing, but I wanted to make myself clear. I am sorry . If it is consolation at all, I find the caliber of my own attempts at this to be far more mediocre, and far less valuable.
Labels: Art, Money, Neal Stephenson
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Things Have Been Happening,
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
with alarming regularity.
By things I am of course referring to the occasional appearance of something in my life that makes me say "Hey, I should write about that in my blag!".
In the last several weeks, I've had several such Things happen. In no particular order, they are:
The store next to my house was held up! At gun point! SWAT teams responded and SHOT the guy!
OK, so it wasn't held up, per se. It was a homeless guy with a gun.
And the gun barrel said 'Airsoft'.
But the SWAT guys totally shot him! Twice! With bean bags, as soon as they saw that it was in fact an air pistol.
I managed to capture the tense situation using my friend's camera. By sweat-talking a nice office lady.
Here is a picture of the crazy transient.
And the over eager police.
These guys (and gals! women with large caliber weapons are 'teh hawt') love this shit. Since Santa Barbara is a quiet little local they hardly ever get to take out and play with their cool toys. They were positively swaggering with their fully loaded machine guns.
In other news, some guy from Utah figured out how to break the laws of nature. Unfortunately, he's using it to panhandle tourists in the lamest way possible:
In case you are wondering the answer is yes. That is a rat. On top of a cat. Resting on a dog.
Personally, if I were tinkering with the laws of nature, Nataly Portman would be all over me wearing nothing but a smile and a golden bikini. But again, thats just me: I'm weird like that.
Thats all for now. Run along.
Labels: Cops, Guns, Nataly Portman, Ralph's Holdup
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So, How Was Your Year?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Today is somewhat of an occasion for me. Its been (roughly) one year now that I've been (mostly) independent, relying only on my wits and skill with a hunting bow. Or Something.
Truth is, I've been working full time for exactly a year now. Full time, in an actual office, where every day grown up shit happens. Sometimes I even have to do grown up shit as well. Today I was in a meeting. Go figure.
Apparently I'm dealing rather poorly with this grown up shit, as I've had to see a doctor about stress related health issues.
Labels: Stress
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Lifting Things. Heavy Things.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
We were all gung ho about going to play racquetball on Saturday, that when we arrived and found the gym closed for remolding, we decided to go exercise anyways. Twenty minutes on the treadmill at Jessie's gym, followed by lifting some weights that were supposed to build my chesticular region.
That was Saturday. Now its Tuesday. I cant raise my god damn arms above shoulder level.
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Hey Now
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I’m on my lunch hour, standing on the sidewalk in front of the new Greek place. My coworkers just ordered some gyros, and the sweaty Greek behind the counter is busy shaving meat off the spit. Before we can get our food we get interrupted by some sort of spectacle.
I turn around, and my two coworkers step on either side of me, so we form a semi-circle around what is apparently a deranged Mexican man having a full out barking contest with a small Chihuahua locked in a car. The dog is going totally apeshit, and I guess the guy is getting into it as well because he’s, well… because he’s barking at it.
Anyway, the dude is maybe five foot two, he’s all sweaty (maybe from other such contests), and he’s wearing a stained wife beater. He has some sort of facial scar that makes me think, for absolutely no rational reason whatsoever, that he is carrying a knife.
Dude: Hey!
Small Yappy Dog: Bark
Dude: Hey!
Small Yappy Dog: Bark
Dude: Hey!
....
x 20 or so
....
Small Yappy Dog: Bark
Dude: Shut up!
It’s clear at this point that the dog is having none of it so the Mexican guy walks off. The driver of the car, and presumably owner of the dog, returns and drives off as well. We stand there for a while kind of shaking our heads and ponder what we just saw. Than our order comes up and we leave.
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No. No. No.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I cannot begin to accurately portray the incomprehensible rage that grows in my busom when some putz with factory ripped/stained t-shirt of a beloved sesame street character begins to tell me how vintage the ninja turtles are.
Nothing from 1985 is vintage asshole! Nothing! And wearing an elmo t-shirt is not ironic. You unbelievable cock suckers are ruining my childhood, and prematurely at that.
I swear now before god and man, if I see a Jem t-shirt on some dirty hipster, someone is losing an eye.
Edit: Apparently there is a Welsh pop-rock-girl-band 'thing' that has taken on the name 'Jem'. Your probably still a douche bag if you wear her t-shirts, but at least I wont be going after your eyes.
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A Novel Idea
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The combination of sleeper cell on HBO and an article in the Onion about some very Westernized would-be terrorists has given me an idea for a plot line.
Background: Terrorist cells work rather independently, and without knowledge of one another. Their chain of command is extremely limited for the sake of security.
So! We see how four foreigners (some sort of brown people, nationality is unimportant) arrive in the US ready for school (lets say they are college students. Fun Fact: a great many 'terrorists' have an engineering degree), and systematically go about fitting in.
This is essentially 'Sleeper Cell' up to this point, minus the drama of the FBI informant character.
Fast forward 5 years, and these guys have obviously not been called up to perform whatever self sacrificing act of extreme violence they had been planning on. At this point they've all graduated and have respectable jobs, girlfriends, homes. They have doubts about their 'mission' and whether they will be called upon to perform it. They assume that whoever was in charge of their cell has been eliminated.
And they are generally glad for it. They obviously enjoy their new lives.
Enter a new character: The cell leader who's been detained at some secret prison for the last 3 years getting his civil rights enthusiastically violated by the government. The last three years have left him with absolutely no doubt about the validity of their original mission, and hes here to get them back on track: to kill themselves in the name of higher divine power.
The group members are fragmented and they obviously have some reservations about their 'mission'. If you go on pretending long enough to be someone else, can you really become that role? Can they be free if they kill the cell leader? Who else knows?
In my mind, they plot to kill him and end up getting exposed in the process. Some end up dead, the rest end up in prison for life, acculturation be damned.
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