Tonight, the VTX got it's first race. Given, it was against a Harley Road King but still... We were two up and he was solo. While I don't recommend doing 80-100 down Belmont, it is very, very, very fun. A little life affirming as well. Nothing makes you aware of your own mortality and, therefore enjoy what you have, than doing something life riskingly stupid. BTW, we did win. I had him on power (a bit) and on who will hit the brakes first (by a lot).
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.........
Does make me yearn for the 1800 a bit though.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Eating Paste
So Shannon and I have this game we like to play over IM. We call it easting paste. Basically, whenever anyone says "time to eat paste" you have to paste the contents of your clipboard into the IM session. We are SO COOL!!!!
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
ROSETTA STONED
So they finally posted the lyrics... :) I love this song. I start almost ever day by listening to it as loud as I can.
Want some back story/front story/fun? Read this.
All righty then... picture this if you will...
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"
then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty elron hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!"
so light in his way, like an apparition, that he had me crying out...
"fuck me! It's gotta be the dead head chemistry. (the) blotter got right on top o' me. Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!
and after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not." Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school!!
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. Don't even know what that means. Must remember to write it down.
This is so real. Like the time Dave floated away. See, my heart is pounding. cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
It was so real. Like I woke up in wonderland. all sorta terrifying. I don't wanna be alone while I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real. Finally it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you? Please believe what I've just said. See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head. see they took me by the hand and invited me right in. then they showed me something. I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Can't remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed.
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position...
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen. Shit the bed again. Typical.
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Sun kissed and Sudafed Gyro scopes and infrared
won't help. I'm brain dead. Can't remember what they said.
God damn. Shit the bed.
Can't remember what they said to me.
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero.
Can't remember what they said.
Bob help me.
Can't remember what they said.
We don't know and we won't know.
God damn shit the bed.
Want some back story/front story/fun? Read this.
All righty then... picture this if you will...
10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"
then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa, did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty elron hubbard upper lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin pants!!"
so light in his way, like an apparition, that he had me crying out...
"fuck me! It's gotta be the dead head chemistry. (the) blotter got right on top o' me. Got me seeing E mutha fuckin T!
and after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "you are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it, and a warning for those who do not." Me! The chosen one. They chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school!!
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes. Don't even know what that means. Must remember to write it down.
This is so real. Like the time Dave floated away. See, my heart is pounding. cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
It was so real. Like I woke up in wonderland. all sorta terrifying. I don't wanna be alone while I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real. Finally it's my lucky day See, my heart is racing cuz this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you? Please believe what I've just said. See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head. see they took me by the hand and invited me right in. then they showed me something. I don't even know where to begin.
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Can't remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed.
Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position...
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending.
to write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen. Shit the bed again. Typical.
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red.
I'm out of my head am I alive? Am I dead.
Sun kissed and Sudafed Gyro scopes and infrared
won't help. I'm brain dead. Can't remember what they said.
God damn. Shit the bed.
Can't remember what they said to me.
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero.
Can't remember what they said.
Bob help me.
Can't remember what they said.
We don't know and we won't know.
God damn shit the bed.
Russian refuses math's highest honor
Ok first, I don't blame him. I think math at that level is an art, and you don't need a bunch of media whores cheapening your work. Now, on to the good stuff....
This is a screenshot from my pc.
1) Look at the guy. He's a math freak who lives with his mom? SHOCKER!
2) Seperated at birth? Osama Bin Perelman? Grigori Bin Laden?
This is a screenshot from my pc.
1) Look at the guy. He's a math freak who lives with his mom? SHOCKER!
2) Seperated at birth? Osama Bin Perelman? Grigori Bin Laden?
Monday, August 21, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Dude.... Seriously, WTF?!?!
Oh yeah, it happens all the time. If I had a dollar for every time I "accidentally" drugged, raped, beat, and strangled a little girl I'd be blogging this on a sweet laptop MADE OF SOLID GOLD in my kick ass moon mansion.
What's more, have you seen this human turd?! That my be the single creepiest looking dude I have ever seen!
I am strongly opposed to the death penality for this guy however. I think GP here will provide justice. Welcome to the savagemanrapeville! Population? You!
What's more, have you seen this human turd?! That my be the single creepiest looking dude I have ever seen!
I am strongly opposed to the death penality for this guy however. I think GP here will provide justice. Welcome to the savagemanrapeville! Population? You!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Our Portland Reception
Was fantastic. Thanks for everyone who made it out. Huge thanks to the folks at the Blue Monk, especially Chris and Beth. I snapped a picture or two, see if you can geuss who the star of the show was....
Thursday, August 10, 2006
British: Thwarted plot involved 10 jets
How about the next time they try to pull this kind of shit we park one of these here?
I'm as antiwar as any thinking person, but the only way to fight terror is with terror. I know I harp on this, but it's Rome all over again. I'd elaborate more, but I'm tired. If you want me to defend this point of view, let me know.
I'm as antiwar as any thinking person, but the only way to fight terror is with terror. I know I harp on this, but it's Rome all over again. I'd elaborate more, but I'm tired. If you want me to defend this point of view, let me know.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Some stuff
The other night, I had a discussion with a kid who was heavily invested in his role in the bus project. We spoke, drunkenly, about a lot of things that night, but one subject sticks in my mind.
One of his main motivations for his political involvement was his opinion that community, as a backbone of society, was dying. He made a passionate argument based on the fact that the institutions the he used to define community, like churches, clubs (Elks, Eagles, etc.) and the like, are declining.
At first blush, and on the Fox news level, this makes sense. If one were to use this as one's only criteria, you could say community is declining and we're moving to a state of individual isolation. However, in my opinion, this is an extremely short sighted view.
Community itself is a product of social evolution. If you want a little more detail, a great place to start is Jared Diamond's "Guns, Germs, and Steel". Community once meant getting along while 10-12 of us shared a cave. Now, it means something else. Community is evolving. Where once it meant we all sat together at a common table and argued, it may now mean that we all sit at our individual keyboards and argue.
Is this a bad thing? Eh, maybe... maybe not. Personally, I don't think so. However, my opinion doesn't matter. The fact of the matter is that social norms, like species, are born, have their day in the sun, and die. To attach true social survival to the continuity of a fabricated social structure is foolish.
I should and could expand on this line of thinking but I'm tired so I'll quit for now.
In other news.... Mike, who is to Portland service industry folks what Zeus is to the Greek gods, lost a bunch of weight and looks great. I command certain other member of the service industry (Stormy, I'm looking at you) to reward him with the sex. The Night Light has apparently slipped off the hip scale enough that I can now go back in and hang out with Mike. You should too.
One of his main motivations for his political involvement was his opinion that community, as a backbone of society, was dying. He made a passionate argument based on the fact that the institutions the he used to define community, like churches, clubs (Elks, Eagles, etc.) and the like, are declining.
At first blush, and on the Fox news level, this makes sense. If one were to use this as one's only criteria, you could say community is declining and we're moving to a state of individual isolation. However, in my opinion, this is an extremely short sighted view.
Community itself is a product of social evolution. If you want a little more detail, a great place to start is Jared Diamond's "Guns, Germs, and Steel". Community once meant getting along while 10-12 of us shared a cave. Now, it means something else. Community is evolving. Where once it meant we all sat together at a common table and argued, it may now mean that we all sit at our individual keyboards and argue.
Is this a bad thing? Eh, maybe... maybe not. Personally, I don't think so. However, my opinion doesn't matter. The fact of the matter is that social norms, like species, are born, have their day in the sun, and die. To attach true social survival to the continuity of a fabricated social structure is foolish.
I should and could expand on this line of thinking but I'm tired so I'll quit for now.
In other news.... Mike, who is to Portland service industry folks what Zeus is to the Greek gods, lost a bunch of weight and looks great. I command certain other member of the service industry (Stormy, I'm looking at you) to reward him with the sex. The Night Light has apparently slipped off the hip scale enough that I can now go back in and hang out with Mike. You should too.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
State Mottos
North Dakota - "Yes, everything here does bite.... No, not sarcastically, they actually bite. Seriously, you will bleed."
Idaho - "JESUS!!!! Hurr.................. Why do you hate America? Hurr.........."
Montana - "There is no escape from the Clark Fork. Ever."
South Dakota "Come for the crap, stay for the caves."
Idaho - "JESUS!!!! Hurr.................. Why do you hate America? Hurr.........."
Montana - "There is no escape from the Clark Fork. Ever."
South Dakota "Come for the crap, stay for the caves."
OMG Hiccups
Why wont they stop? Oh god let it end.
Oh that and there's and town in Florida that is actually passing a law to ban Satan. I love Florida so very, very, very much. Best state ever.
God damn hiccups.
Oh, and I love my wife. She just needs to get the "obey" part down.
Oh that and there's and town in Florida that is actually passing a law to ban Satan. I love Florida so very, very, very much. Best state ever.
God damn hiccups.
Oh, and I love my wife. She just needs to get the "obey" part down.
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