Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
USA! USA! USA!
But if I dare miss my monthly $172 payment to the Department of Education (aka student loan) you better believe those feds be chasing me through the streets like I'm Frankenstein's monster. Our world can be so comical sometimes. And don't get me started on providing healthcare to poor people! The thought of my hard-earned tax dollars helping ragged-clothed, shoeless, street urchins sickens me. People with no money don't deserve to be healthy.
I have an idea! Let's round up all those filthy beggars who have the gall to get healthy on my dime and send them to Iraq. Then we can have them search for the missing money - like a scavenger hunt, or an Easter egg hunt! Beauty!
I have an idea! Let's round up all those filthy beggars who have the gall to get healthy on my dime and send them to Iraq. Then we can have them search for the missing money - like a scavenger hunt, or an Easter egg hunt! Beauty!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Digusting
How do you screw up a fruit cup? Wegman's figured out a way to do it. This is me on my way to the kitchen garbage can at work.
Sucker Punch
Go ahead and try to describe this movie - I dare ya. I would start with the words, "kick ass," and "awesome," and "holy shit."
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Walking Dead
One of the best comic books I have read is being made into a series on AMC. This trailer was shown at Comic-Con last week and secretly taped by a spectator. Watch it while you can before it gets removed.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Our love is like the newspaper
Every morning it's always there. Unless it's not and then I get very irate and demand that it arrives later that day.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Our love is like a campfire
Sometimes the smoke blows in our direction and it's difficult to breathe and our eyes burn, but most of the time it's warm and more entertaining than TV.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Was that an earthquake? Yes - wtop.com
Was that an earthquake? Yes - wtop.com
For the record, I was too busy dreaming of coin-operated, vibrating beds and jackhammers to feel anything.
For the record, I was too busy dreaming of coin-operated, vibrating beds and jackhammers to feel anything.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Diptych (What'd you call me?)
I've been admiring this photography technique for years and only tonight learned the actual name for it. Diptych. It's when two images are placed side by side to show similarities, contrasts, whatever. When it's done with three images it's called a triptych.
How'd I learn it? Apple taught me. No, really. The new iPhone 4 has come out with some kick ass photo apps recently and they just released one called Diptic. Guess what it does? All this time I've been creating mine in Photoshop.
How'd I learn it? Apple taught me. No, really. The new iPhone 4 has come out with some kick ass photo apps recently and they just released one called Diptic. Guess what it does? All this time I've been creating mine in Photoshop.
Robe Guy
Things:
- A woman called me Jim this morning. I responded by calling her Pam. She didn't get it. Such is my life.
- Some people read the newspaper on the train with the gusto of a dim-witted, intoxicated teenage gum-smacker.
- A coworker is angry with me because I pointed out some dead roaches near her cubicle. Like I decide where roaches die.
- My dog is sick and I'm willing to bet I'll need to clean up vomit when I get home tonight. Need or want? Or should?
- My vacation starts in three days. Two not counting today. I may or may not wear pants for the duration.
- Speaking of not wearing pants, I should buy a nice robe. I can be a robe guy. THEN I can start writing my novel...
- I'll wait and ask for a robe at Christmas.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Howard Likes Lynette
Apparently, Howard Stern came back from vacation today and talked about how Lynette's channel Watercolors is his new favorite channel and that he played it during a 4th of July party. Shortly after his proclamation Lisa G from Howard 100 News contacted Lynette and did a short interview which aired during the afternoon replay of this morning's show. Listen to it here:
Little Bean
Imagine you're writing a fictional book, but it contains characters reflective of people you actually know. You have to change the names to protect the confidentiality. What are the names? Think of the people around you, the people close to you, the people you despise, the people you love... What names do you give them?
Here's mine:
Here's mine:
- Annie
- Ernest (Ernie)
- Henry (Hank)
- Chloe/Emily
- Michael
- Christy
- Davey/Dom
- Frank/Jackie
- Little Bean
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Five Things that make you worthwhile
Soul Pancake recently asked:
List five things that make you worthwhile. LINK
I'm going to list mine in a bit... let me think.
List five things that make you worthwhile. LINK
I'm going to list mine in a bit... let me think.
Some Uncle Walt on this rainy Saturday
Once I Pass'd through a Populous City
by Walt Whitman
Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there
who detain'd me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
by Walt Whitman
Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there
who detain'd me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Baptism by the Bay
Baptism by the Bay 2006 from National Community Church on Vimeo.
As some of you already know, I have chosen to study and follow Christ a few months ago. It has been a profound transition in my life and it continues to strengthen me the further along the path I get. Once a year my church, NCC, has a Baptism by the Bay event. As you can see from the video the participants are mostly adults who have made a conscious, informed choice to follow Christ (as opposed to getting baptized as an infant, which many of us were). I plan on doing this. But not until next year, 2011. I have decided to continue to attend NCC for one year before making this symbolic gesture. This will be my year of discovery. My year of seeking. My year of truth. I honestly want to do it this summer, but I feel in my heart that I'm not ready. It wouldn't be right for me to do it right now.
As some of you already know, I have chosen to study and follow Christ a few months ago. It has been a profound transition in my life and it continues to strengthen me the further along the path I get. Once a year my church, NCC, has a Baptism by the Bay event. As you can see from the video the participants are mostly adults who have made a conscious, informed choice to follow Christ (as opposed to getting baptized as an infant, which many of us were). I plan on doing this. But not until next year, 2011. I have decided to continue to attend NCC for one year before making this symbolic gesture. This will be my year of discovery. My year of seeking. My year of truth. I honestly want to do it this summer, but I feel in my heart that I'm not ready. It wouldn't be right for me to do it right now.
One Hundred Two
Language!
It's really fucking hot, man! Watch the lips of people as they exit buildings in this heat... they're all saying, "Fuck." That's when the weight of the heat falls on them like a sack of baked potatoes. The oppression got to me, too. I was walking to the metro and I started to stagger and zig zag like I was drunk. This is how it feels when your eye balls boil in your skull! And then we all play the cool guy game: "It ain't so bad. I can get to the metro no problem. I'm cool." Then one block later you look like you just walked out of a lake like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Come to think of it, people did sort of have that Frankenstein walk going on. Then there were the tourists whose Crocs had melted to their feet. They were dressed appropriately, but lacked orientation.
Upside: Pretty women. A couple more days of this and I'm pretty sure we're all going topless. Of course, my eyes will be nothing but pools of hot goo so it won't matter much anyway.
It's really fucking hot, man! Watch the lips of people as they exit buildings in this heat... they're all saying, "Fuck." That's when the weight of the heat falls on them like a sack of baked potatoes. The oppression got to me, too. I was walking to the metro and I started to stagger and zig zag like I was drunk. This is how it feels when your eye balls boil in your skull! And then we all play the cool guy game: "It ain't so bad. I can get to the metro no problem. I'm cool." Then one block later you look like you just walked out of a lake like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. Come to think of it, people did sort of have that Frankenstein walk going on. Then there were the tourists whose Crocs had melted to their feet. They were dressed appropriately, but lacked orientation.
Upside: Pretty women. A couple more days of this and I'm pretty sure we're all going topless. Of course, my eyes will be nothing but pools of hot goo so it won't matter much anyway.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Passage
I'm currently reading The Passage by Justin Cronin. I recommend it. I have also become an Amazon Associate, which means if you click the link and buy the book I will get a cut of the money. Neat!
Anyway, the book... it's got a futuristic, post-apocalyptic America and monstrous vampire-like creatures and stuff. It's a creepy read and great for the beach or metro trains.
The Passage
Anyway, the book... it's got a futuristic, post-apocalyptic America and monstrous vampire-like creatures and stuff. It's a creepy read and great for the beach or metro trains.
The Passage
Monday, July 5, 2010
TP Chick
Blogger has a new feature which allows me (or any other Blogger user) to blog via a mobile device. The photo below is my first mobile blog post. Boom. Blogged from the supermarket, yo!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
When Idiots Backpedal
Roger Ebert made a statement not too long ago declaring that video games can never be art. LINK
Well, he has eaten his words - sort of. Due to a deluge of comments to his "declaration," Mr. Ebert has "revised" his statement. He admits that saying video games can never be art was a mistake. BUT he still claims that video games are not art, but that forever is a long time and maybe some day a video game can be art.
Guess what - still a douche.
First of all, What is art? Mr. Ebert seems to know. Asshole.
Second, does Mr. Ebert even know how video games are made? I can't think of a more creative, artful endeavor. Maybe Mr. Ebert is purporting that anything made on a computer cannot be art. And to that I say, Get your head out of your ass! That's like saying the Orioles aren't a real baseball team because they don't win any games. Well guess what - sometimes they do. Jerk.
I'm angry. Mostly because I like Roger Ebert. And also because I create art on a computer. Can I define art? No. Can I declare that what I make on my computer is art? Yes. Is a drawing by a four-year-old on a piece of construction paper with a crayon art? What about a photograph of some dude's cock?
Speaking of photographs, a long, long time ago people once used to say that film and photography was not art. Both of which require highly technical processing methods.
I play video games. Guess what - they're art.
Because I said so.
Well, he has eaten his words - sort of. Due to a deluge of comments to his "declaration," Mr. Ebert has "revised" his statement. He admits that saying video games can never be art was a mistake. BUT he still claims that video games are not art, but that forever is a long time and maybe some day a video game can be art.
Guess what - still a douche.
First of all, What is art? Mr. Ebert seems to know. Asshole.
Second, does Mr. Ebert even know how video games are made? I can't think of a more creative, artful endeavor. Maybe Mr. Ebert is purporting that anything made on a computer cannot be art. And to that I say, Get your head out of your ass! That's like saying the Orioles aren't a real baseball team because they don't win any games. Well guess what - sometimes they do. Jerk.
I'm angry. Mostly because I like Roger Ebert. And also because I create art on a computer. Can I define art? No. Can I declare that what I make on my computer is art? Yes. Is a drawing by a four-year-old on a piece of construction paper with a crayon art? What about a photograph of some dude's cock?
Speaking of photographs, a long, long time ago people once used to say that film and photography was not art. Both of which require highly technical processing methods.
I play video games. Guess what - they're art.
Because I said so.
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