
So years ago i had a job working for a software recycling company. It was a pretty fantastic job, you meet your quota and bust some ass but overall things were pretty casual. This casualness was across the board provided we all got our work done.
At times i think that we should have treated it more as a job than a playground. for example: i remember the time i OD’d while at work.
We had the bulk of our work done for the week and our free time had opened upi significantly.. we had grown tired of playing frisbee and breaking things. a friend of mine had sold me a tenstrip of lsd earlier in the day. my boss being unbosslike per the norm, wanted to hook up as well. we worked that out, then we distributed the acid to numerous co-workers who were interested. we ended… Read the rest
Back in 2003, i posted an idea to Halfbakery.com.
i recieved mixed responses on this, regardless of how serious the intent of the “half baked” idea was. I am hoping that other people can see the joy in this. feel free to log in and get rid of my fishbones on the bakery or leave comments here (or both :) )
text of the “idea”
http://www.halfbakery.com/idea/Meat_20Diapers
| Meat Diapers Thin cut veal for the incontinent…. |
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in a world where people fret over how long things will take… Read the rest
http://www.corsairmemory.com/corsair/configurator_search.html
follow the above link and check out the language options in the bottom right… these folks speak my language!
(December 2009: this is no longer valid)
Inter sexed porn.. who would have thought it. because of a comment Sean left on one of my posts, i am now receiving traffic for inter sexed porn.
I guess i am more surprised by the incoming connection itself though than the subject matter that brought the influx of traffic. seriously though.. HotBot? I thought that search engine had been killed off years ago? i haven’t even heard the name in 5 years or more.
the internet is a ball of mystery and someday i will rule it using clones of the Harlem globetrotters as an army. who better to handle a ball after-all.
on my way to work today, i sat waiting for my bus. there is a commonly seen homeless man who walks up to me. he and i have spoken many times in the past and even exchanged hugs.
He walks up to me with a fresh black eye from a fight he was probably in last night. he has a bleeding ulcer on his nose that i havent seen before.
“you got a smoke or the better part of 80 cents? i want to buy a morning beer.”
“nope,” i tell him, “i’m sorry but i dont.” this is true.. i am strapped at the moment and have nothing to give.
“Dont be sorry man.. Kurt Cobain already sang that song and look where it got him..” He screws up his eyes and says, ” you ever wonder if it really was him that used that gun?”
i smile… Read the rest

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