More Flowers.

Pictures

The Wild Frontier Of The Internet

Well, the internet is a crazy place. I have some things to say about it. If you're spending any large amount of your free time, or other time for that matter, on the internet, it is highly likely that you are a member of some kind of internet community. Maybe even a few. Internet communities are great places for information, but they are also filled with some of the worst kinds of people. People who do not engage in normal social interactions find the internet to be a great place to "be somebody," and often times they take this to the extreme: they "be somebody" other than who they actually are in real life.

I try to be myself on the internet and it works quite well. No, I have not constructed some invincible internet persona that I use as a medium to tell tall and legendary tales. Some people do this. A lot of people actually, do this. In fact, I don't even tell many tales of my real life on the internet, to internet users. I feel like that's a perfect way to spread misinformation, which is something I am vehemently against. If you know me, you already know this though. The internet is just as good for information as it is for lies. By and large, this internet is pretty accepting. If you cannot exist happily in some dark corner out here, there's really no hope for you. If you manage to alienate everyone on the internet who you happen to meet, you are lost and I do not know how to help you.


Blogger is still fucking up. It's fucking up in a different way now (you may notice that my text is being eaten by the menu on the right). This is bound to happen once in a while. It's a free service that is mostly awesome, though.

I travel back to that from whence I came

In an effort to reclaim what I have lost through time
Time has been misused, but can still be retreated
I can make a change, and stand firmly before the gusts of ignorance that try to blow me down

Blogger is fucking up.

For real

The Hurricane

The hurricane came to our town and left us with shreds of everything that made this place home. It took our shelter into itself, and spit it back out, useless. It ate the souls of men by the score. Our livestock numbers were reduced greatly; some of the animals that were not sucked into the tempest were rendered useless by the poison it took with it from the refinery it had visited before it came to us. Nature had never been so cruel to our people before. We were left with nothing that resembled our lives prior to the event, and we did not have nearly enough resources to rebuild even the shoddiest habitats. Our existence may as well have ended. Some of us envied those who perished in the storm. Others were not envious, but just sad because so many of their family members were taken from them. There were a few who were out of touch with the whole mess. These folk attempted to carry on with life, pretending that nothing happened. One cannot use a water pump that is in pieces, especially not when the supply it is connected to has been fouled by this storm, a storm that left behind everything bad and took everything good.

Our shattered people were coming to grips with the truth: by the next full moon, there would be even less of us than there were now. By the next harvest--there would be no next harvest. No food, and no one to plant for the next season. Some people were very bitter. All of our religious leaders had died during the catastrophe. Some had even taken their lives prior to, sensing that all would be lost.

There was a village just south of where we lived. A scout climbed to the top of the highest point of our lands and confirmed what we suspected. It was true, this village had been untouched by the storm. Now we had to do what must be done. But what was it that had to be done?

Some seriously ill shit.

http://www.dallasobserver.com/Issues/2005-06-16/news/feature_print.html

 

These pictures I have taken in the last few days:

They are being taken on an Olympus D-490 digital camera. It's five years old. I want a new one. Here are two that I am looking at:

The lesser: Canon Powershot A510



The greater: Canon Powershot A95

A spider! 

A fly! 

Thanks Picasa 

A few more flowers (5) 

A few more flowers (4) 

A few more flowers (3) 

A few more flowers (2) 

A few more flowers 

Hey, what is up flowers outside that I do not know the name of because I am not very good with flowers just yet 

Hey, what is up day-old whole wheat pita bread on a plate 

Hey, what is up Noah's hand with some rays of light shining through it 

Hey, what is up Burt's Beeswax Lip Balm 

Hey, it's been a while since I have blogged!

I'm working again. Same shit, different location.

Some things I will do this summer:

• Make my arms strong enough to support the entire weight of my body for a good length of time.
• Purchase a nice digital camera and take beautiful pictures with it.
• Dispel some of the myths I have learned over the years about life, the innate differences between sexes (believe me, this would sound a lot less strange if I explained it), and other things. All in all, this should give me a sliver of enlightenment and make me a better person.
• Learn, always learn. Read a lot. But more than reading, doing. I want to make myself stronger academically, but not in a classroom setting necessarily, as I do not really plan on registering for summer classes. I know I can do this, because I am me.
• Perform the kinds of recreational activities that give me lasting memories and change me for the better both physically and otherwise.
• Listen to new music, see new music being performed (I am already pretty far into both of these. I am enjoying Black Eyes and Liars very much, and their music is exactly what I want right now.)
• Reflect on what I believe is a major folly of humanity: the overwhelming majority's perception that we are something significantly greater than the other biological entities that exist on this planet. We are no better than the sea lion, and our basic needs are not that much different. We are also not too much prettier than they are. If people were naked more often, they would see how much they resembled every other thing on this planet. One of the main things that seperates "man" from "beast" is clothing. I'd like to organize some kind of nudity thing, but I do not know how well it would be received, how successful it would be, and most importantly, I do not know if it is something I really want to do. It might be absolutely wrong. I still believe that clothing is one of the things that is blinding man from the truth about his existence.

Ha-ha, look at all that pseudo-intellectual bullshit I wrote. Sorry, but that's how I feel right about things right now.

Quantum science is way cool.

Ha Ha

Boing Boing: World's Worst Excerpt -- The Least Healthy Diet: Breatharianism

Useff showed me a cool looking new visual style 

Ink!

Where there is ink, we can find the most valuable portions of man's brain.

Horrors behind my eyes

Sleep is usually a good thing. Not only does it replenish energy, organize thoughts, and give you something to do for about eight hours, but there is also a chance that your subconscious mind will cook up some wonderful fantasy for you. One of the most terrible things that can happen is for that fantasy to be twisted into a horror. In dreams I have seen things worse than I have ever seen in real life. Catastrophes so great in scale, with so much death and suffering that they make even the worst current events seem like normal occurences. To make it worse, I experience them all firsthand as they happen. This doesn't happen too often, but it has been happening with greater frequency over the last month. Luckily, in most of these nightmares there is some shred of hope. I do believe that if something terrible were to happen to man as a species, there would be some shred of hope in most cases. Something has to survive!

Creationism: God's gift to the ignorant

Here is an interesting article about creationism, which is now commonly disguised as "intelligent design theory." The author, Richard Dawkins, discusses how intelligent design theorists love to take scientists' quotes out of context, and then how they use these quotes against the scientists in a very ignorant way. Funny/sad/interesting.

Creationism: God's gift to the ignorant - Weekend Review - Times Online

Animals and us: Close encounters

If you've been hanging around me lately, you may have noticed that I do a lot of talking about primates other than humans. Namely, Chimpanzees and Bonobo Monkeys. Here is a timely interview with Jane Goodall, who is very famous for her research and study of chimps.

New Scientist Animals and us: Close encounters - Opinion

"But Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy, and idiots discussing me; Yes, I am a freak, and nothing can make good of the bad that's been done"

-Morrissey, "November Spawned A Monster" (live)

Wired 13.06: Time's Up, Einstein

A really interesting article from Wired; it is about Peter Lynds, a man who believes that time cannot be broken up into individual quanta, because time is just an illusion created by man's brain:Wired 13.06: Time's Up, Einstein

The article also postulates that Lynds' soon to be published book could be a very popular one. A book that could really get the pop science ball rolling again. This is probably be a good thing, as long as the ideas in the book aren't total bullshit. I guess anything that gets the public interested in science is a good thing.

An Interview With Pixel:

The Guy Who Created Doukutsu Monotagari, One Of The Finest Games In Years. It's free too. Check out the interview, check out the game. It's for the PC. It's free. It makes me wish 2d gaming wasn't essentially dead.

The Independent Gaming Source: The PIXEL Interview

Everybody Loves Raymond?

I never felt compelled to watch a single episode. I do not love Raymond. Sorry, Raymond.

Sunday

~

Sometimes I like my music loud. So loud that it sort of arrests my other senses and forces me to listen with everything I've got. My body feels numb in a way that is indescribable. When it is loud enough that other things cannot be concentrated on, those other things that cannot be focused upon cease to matter. In a way though, they matter more than everything else. If the music is loud, I can reflect on things that I would otherwise be too busy for. Every day, one is bombarded by so much information. Every sight, taste, smell, feeling, and noise; these are all pieces of information that are force-fed to our persons every conscious moment. For me, it is helpful to just concentrate on a single sense sometimes. I usually do not do this, but in the future I will make a point to do it more. I feel like if I saturate myself with one sense, it will help the others along in some strange way.

People, Why?

I walk around every day feeling like just beneath the surface, our culture is fundamentally damaged in some way. Suicide, depression, obesity; these things are everywhere, and the people who experience them are not to fault. It could not simply be a trend because it is too widespread. Somewhere in the fabric of our society is a seed of corruption, and it has spread outward, causing people to either lose their lives entirely or live with greatly diminished quality of life. Don't believe me? Then look elsewhere to other Westernized nations. The Japanese who adopted Western culture very rapidly after being essentially cut off from the rest of the world for hundreds of years have an extremely high suicide rate amongst their youth. In fact, it has been higher in the past than the suicide rate of American kids. Their overall suicide rate is higher; the highest of all Westernized nations. Want another example that backs the idea of Western culture being not as ideal as its champions would like us to think? Look at this painfully current fad in the UK: teens engaging in risky group sex. Daisy Chaining! Wow, what a great term. HIV and other diseases are spreading among the youth there. Maybe we'll just have to go back to teaching kids that sex will kill them indiscriminately, and anything that feels good is a sin! That's the way you all were brought up, right?

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-1588791,00.html

Oatmeal Swirlers

Damn, does anyone remember those? So good. I only had them one or two times in my childhood, but something about that product was simply magical. What child would not want to put some red syrupy stuff into his oatmeal and make designs with it, or basically do whatever he wants inside of the bowl? If you were one of these kids who was not impressed by this, we cannot be friends. Ever. If you did not know about this delightful breakfast cereal until now, that is okay with me. I just wish I had more to tell or show you about it. Google only turns up a few pages of results, and no images. I know that if I were to eat this food today I would probably be disappointed, but I still want to try it. Maybe the magic will carry over, and it will make me a better person.

Here is a petition to General Mills to get this food produced again: http://www.petitiononline.com/Oatmeal/petition.html

Over-Sentimentality: The Battle Against Mush

I abhor mushy shit. Maybe I just don't like romance; I hate seeing a movie and there being a bunch of needlessly mushy shit in there. Often times it makes me cringe. That is not the way I choose to live my life. I don't believe that people are that way by nature...not most of us anyway. I worry that people see movies with this kind of stuff in them, and then they emulate it in real life, which is pretty bad. You've been around it, you know how it is. I believe romance in a movie can be done without all of this nonsense. I believe one can create a great movie that does not end with someone getting what they always wanted in a significant other. I have seen such films! Such films though, are few and far between, because Hollywood at large believes that these mushy scenes in films are more palatable for the average movie-goer. Is this true? I hope not. I fear it might be.

Sometimes, I wonder:

People who scream loudly when they get upset; do they do this because they think perhaps God will hear their plea and help them out? Example: A man screams "I HATE THIS CAR! IT IS A PIECE OF SHIT!" It is obvious that this man hates his car and considers it of equal or lesser worth than the contents of his own bowels. Does he scream this at the top of his lungs in the hopes that some divine benefactor will give him a new car? Or perhaps a wealthy person who is in a giving mood will take pity on him?

Ponder that.

Lamentations About Foobar2k:

Just kidding, it's as awesome as ever.

YES!!!

"MARCH/05 UPDATE:

MC Paul B is hard at work on a new LP!"

http://www.mcpaulbarman.com/

Going to pick my hair out; Then go and use what lies under that hair

I mean, fuck it. Why not?


God, I hate that kid. I hope he gives me a reason to act on my feelings.


Peace to Scoggin.

Pruning / Reorganizing MP3s

This process involves me deleting music which is no longer relevant, or albums that are incomplete or otherwise fucked. My rationale for deleting albums that are really just missing a song or two is that I would not want to listen to an album that is incomplete, and to spend the time searching for just one file is a waste of my time. After all, there is an ocean of music out there and I can't ever possibly listen to everything I would like to hear.

Libertarian Perspective: Father, Son, and Environment

My friend Peter has an interesting and thought provoking blog. His most recent entry can be seen here:Libertarian Perspective: Father, Son, and Environment

I am giving up on DeadAIM and moving on to Trillian

It's good so far. Really.

My iPod Needs Purging

All 30GB are filled up. I need to go through and remove what I know I will never listen to again.

There's a new AIM virus going around

Don't click links unless you ask a person if they are legit

Read about it here

DFA79, or: How I Got My Face Melted Off And Enjoyed Every Moment Of It

Holy fuck that show was all kinds of awesome. The crowd was absolutely rabid. Sebastien was talking a lot of shit to the kids in the audience who were saying things. His caustic wit was hilarious. Like, someone was complaining about the bass, and he was like "Well you're in the fucking mosh pit, if you want it to sound good go stand in the middle like everyone else." (That is not exactly what he said, but it was pretty similar.) There was a lot of other stuff that happened, and all of it was cool. All of the other bands were pretty good but Controller.Controller was really awesome as well. When you have 5 people on stage rocking out, it is generally awesome. I want to hear more of them, and I want them to put out a full length album (they had an EP on sale at the show that I did not pick up but would like to hear very much).

It was memorable to say the least.

Something beautiful happened in the church house, but it didn't have to do with God

I saw Q And Not U last night and it was an amazing and fun show. There were a lot of good people there, I had a great time. I spent about 45 minutes trying to find parking, and it was such a fucking bummer I almost gave up and went back home. A decent spot magically appeared on Market Street though, so I stayed in Philadelphia. No, seriously, it was like 45 minutes.

In any case, I went into the show and I missed some of Horses' performance. What I saw was really pretty good though. Manhunter was next, and they showed the crowd a good time. People danced, Manhunter danced, fun was had by all. Then there was this hip-hop act, Food For Animals. I did not like it very much, and I am a gigantic hip-hop fan. I really dug the noise, but the rapping was lackluster, although there were a few good punchlines. I felt it was more like some guys on stage jamming, and a fat bearded guy just enjoying himself doing some rapping on the stage, and not really giving a shit about the crowd, or his flow. Actually, that's EXACTLY what it was. The crowd was bored. We were all bored, but they were enjoying themselves pretty hard. It was like they were just all up there masturbating, and we were waiting for them to finish up. Q And Not U though: Damn they were amazing. It was so much fun. I don't usually shake my ass, I am a pretty rigid person, or at least I was until then. Last night I shook my ass. I shook it for quite a while and enjoyed it.

Hitler: The Pathology of Evil

A few days ago I finished this book, Hitler: The Pathology of Evil, by George Victor. I don't normally get down with non-fiction books, but my next book just might be another history book. It was extremely interesting to me. This book was excellent. Basically, it is a breakdown of Hitler's life, but less of a biography and more of an analysis of what specific events had on Hitler's psyche, and then once his personality had taken root, how it affected the decisions he made in life. It does a pretty good job of explaining why he did some of the extremely irrational things he did during his life; so many of his actions are contradictory. Many, perhaps even most of the decisions Hitler made while he was in power are based on extremely personal things in his life. He really used the National Socialist Party to carry out a personal agenda, none of it good. He really did loathe himself, and if one were to read this book it would be obvious. This book has changed me a little. I have read and seen things about the Holocaust and World War II era-Germany before, but those things did not make the issues real for me. After all, I was born 40 years after it all ended. What made this book significant for me was the idea it put in my head: the idea that if one terrible person, just a single tainted soul takes a position of great power, they can command the deaths of so many innocent people. Hitler himself is the only one who can be blamed for the unfathomable number of lives lost back then. He committed what are undoubtedly the most evil acts in history. No one belonging to any particular ethnic group, or nationality, or religion should be put to death simply because they belong to a certain group. The man's ideas were terribly flawed all around, not just regarding racial purity. The truth of this matter reveals itself in his command of the military and his personal life, especially. Anyhow, I recommend the book.

It's too bad she won't live! But then again, who does?

I saw Blade Runner for the first time tonight. I think I have seen all the films based on Philip K. Dick novels now. It was good, but it was not a bright film. It is one of the darkest films I've ever seen. God bless the 80s. I think Useff summed it up pretty well when he said, "This movie is a toilet."

Broomball or Broom Hockey; Either Way, It Was Rough

Today I wanted to take some pictures of things in my room and write about them. The camera I use is out of batteries though, and besides: fuck that camera. It is old and bad. I want a new camera that is good (much better than this one).

Instead, I will tell you about Friday night's Broomball experience.

First of all, I should tell you a little bit about the game. I do not know very much about it to tell the truth. Friday was my first time ever playing it, and I had not heard very much about it prior to last week. It is a game played on an ice rink with sticks that resemble hockey sticks. Instead of having a blade at the bottom, there is a triangular stopper. This tool is called a broom. I assume it is called a broom because it resembles one. We played with a large ball which is about 1/2 the side of a soccer ball if I remember correctly. We wore our sneakers on the ice. The way we played it may not have been very correct according to the official rules, but let me tell you about it. It was like a game of hockey, but with less rules. We could use our hands to swat the ball out of the air, and we could also kick the ball if we desired.

So Pat Ruff asked Useff and I to come join him for a Broomball tournament that the university was having on Friday night. We met him and a student from the dorm where he is an RA at one of the indoor ice rinks on campus. This student, Emilio, would be our goalie. There, we were not sure what we were doing because we basically just showed up. A co-ordinator told us that we had to have eight people on the team, so he gave us four total strangers. Their names were Lei, Kelly, Brad, and Brian. I am not sure if those names are spelled correctly, because I never saw them in writing and had never spoken to these people before the tournament, and I have not seen or spoken to them since. Anyhow, we got all ready to play, which really didn't involve anything. Some of us wore helmets, some did not. We went to another rink to play against our first opponents, and the rink was really slippery. I fell and busted my ass a lot, and for the next two days I was basically just one big bruise because of all this falling. A lot of people were falling. I am still sore in some places. We beat this team 2-0 and we were very proud of ourselves. I was proud that I performed so well in a sport that I did not even know existed. Our next opponents were not so easy. They called themselves an intimidating name which I cannot remember. I gave our team the name The Eggs, which was not very intimidating, but I tried to convince my teammates that it was. Against this second team we played our hearts out, and I gave it all I had, but we lost 0-2. The good thing was that the rink was not nearly as slippery as the first one. The other team was extremely aggressive though, and a few of them were actual hockey players so they knew what they were doing. I didn't realize just how fucking sore I was until the next day when I had trouble climbing a set of steps. Even in spite of our loss and injury (No one really walked away without being hurt), I am still proud of our team The Eggs. We played like champions.

If you want to read more about Broomball, here is a link to the wikipedia entry on it. After reading that article I realize we were playing with eight players, and you are supposed to have only six in an official game. This is okay though.

I know this is not new, however:

I have taken to folding all of my shirts in the "new" method that took the internet by storm last year. Scroll to the bottom of this page to see a diagram of what to do. The rest of the page is mostly commentary by various "Laundry Experts" on this method.

I woke up today and I knew the first thing I must do was:

Listen to "Stars and Sons" on the Broken Social Scene album You Forgot It In People

I watched two movies today

In the morning, I saw Training Day, and finished it around 10. In the evening, I saw i heart huckabees, and finished it around 10.

Training Day was brutal, that was pretty much the feeling I got from the movie. This world is a brutal place with a lot of "wolves" in it. I'm very glad I watched it. Denzel Washington played an awesome character. A lot of blacks were upset that he was nominated and received an Academy Award for playing a villainous character. They say, "Denzel Washington has been in so many other amazing roles, why did he have to win for being a bad guy?" I say they need to look past that and see that this was one of the best roles anyone has ever played in a film, in my opinion. Alonzo Harris was just such a great character, and I think the award going to him had very little to do with him being black. Perhaps I am being overly optimistic though.

i heart huckabees was pretty good. I mean, it wasn't great, but it had memorable things about it. It is basically about existentialism vs. nihilism, and the whole movie is done in a kind of slapstick humor fashion. There are pretty well defined agents of existentialism and nihilism who are trying to win the different characters in the movie over and guide them along their paths. One thing I found interesting was that most of the scenes with the existentialists were EXTREMELY chaotic, while the main agent of nihilism appears in scenes that are more serene, with fewer people trying to talk over each other and less wacky stuff going on. Anyhow, if you've seen the movie you may want to explore it a little bit more and see how my observation makes you feel about it. There are definitely some messages in there far beneath what can be gathered from the film and screenplay.

A Dream

This afternoon, I dreamed that myself and a friend were in a strange urban environment, at the center of which was a summer camp or kindergarden. I am not sure which, but it had aspects of both; there were free meals, but lots of playing and very little intellectual stimulation. Somehow wine and Wellbutrin were involved too. I think a third friend was getting sloppy with the wine (from a box, probably, but I do not remember) prior to our trek into the child's camp, and we each decided to help ourselves to a couple of glasses of the red stuff. I cannot be certain as the details are fading away, but we may have been posing as kindergarden children. We were fucking getting away with it, too. We had an advantage: The caretakers were all old black cracked out ghetto bitches, like the ones that may or may not have been YOUR lunch ladies, depending on where you went to school. Let's say for all intents and purposes that they were not all black, but they were still like, you know..."Lunch Ladies." Anyhow, it was like we walked into the middle of some kind of festival, or recess, or something. We were just hanging out and having a good time, and things started to get weird. My attitude and perception of things were both a little bit skewed, as if reality did not have its usual effect. I attributed this to the Wellbutrin and the alcoholic spirits which I had forgotten about imbibing. Anyhow, there were some guys hanging around the friend I brought, and one of them was grabbing her in such a way that would imply they were together. I said to her, aside, "Is that your boyfriend?" or something to that effect. She replied "No, and this is creeping me out." Then, we did the logical thing to deter any further advances from this undesirable element: we made out, and it was a good time. The guys left of course, and I was left with a feeling for the friend that seemed new, but it may have just been lying dormant for a while. Anyhow, things are a bit blurry after that, and we may have gotten sort of physical again, but I do not remember. The important thing that happened next was dinner. It was being served! It was kind of difficult to get our dinners because a lot of people were slipping in front of us and we were too polite to stop them. So we had to wait a while, and then I totally fucked things up and made the lunch ladies mad. I think I knocked over something small and it caused some sort of domino effect that knocked over one of their overly large and cumbersome serving trays. They served me though. I remember having issues picking a place to sit, but I do not remember the food, or how it tasted. I think it was some kind of peppered fish and bread, which is strange since I no longer eat fish. This story is about to come to a close. I think we just talked about things we didn't have, and then we either a) walked off into the sunset, or b) I just woke up so the dream never really ended.




I am still one large bruise from Friday's broom hockey game. Maybe I'll write about that later today, or tomorrow.

Maybe I won't write about it.

I Found My Lip Balm

At the bottom of the laundry basket.

I Suppose My G is Just Too Futuristic For Some Cats

So, in the previous entry I mentioned Sarah Tonin. I talked to someone about this, and apparently it was not too clear that I was not referring to a real person, but rather a neurotransmitter in the brain.

This is going to be pretty cool in my room 

It feels like I'm being washed over by goodness

Anyhow, it's nice to be hanging out with Sarah Tonin again.

None of the following information is really important nor is it correct, but you already know that. I just think it's nice to see. Wow, it looks especially off-target this week.

Weekly Artist Chart Week prior to Apr 17, 2005, 08:00
1	The Zombies	30
2	Sufjan Stevens	26
3	The Black Keys	7
4	Aesop Rock	6
5	Q and Not U	5
6	Fleetwood Mac	4
7	El-P	3
7	Super Furry Animals	3
9	Supergrass	2
9	Foreigner	2

Weekly Track Chart Week prior to Apr 17, 2005, 08:00
1	Sufjan Stevens - Size Too Small	4
2	Sufjan Stevens - A Good Man Is Hard To Find	3
2	Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans	3
2	Sufjan Stevens - Sister	3
5	Sufjan Stevens - We Won't Need Legs To Stand	2
5	The Zombies - I'll Call You Mine	2
5	Supergrass - Alright	2
5	Sufjan Stevens - The Transfiguration	2
5	Sufjan Stevens - He Woke Me Up Again	2
5	The Zombies - A Rose For Emily	2

This is some sinister shit.

About diamonds. More specifically, the De Beers Group. This makes one wonder. Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Debeers

Short Notification:

Japanese youth sub-cultures are far weirder than American youth sub-cultures.

I will not back this statement up on this blog right now.

Just trust me.

Today,

I revisit Frances The Mute and ponder some things, like how my bank account is rapidly approaching $0, and how to correct this pressing issue.


Also some biking will happen.

This is not just a picture of the IM client I am using now, but also a short story. 

Like-Minded Individuals

I appreciate people who think like me. If you're anything like me, you groan and cringe every time there's a minor accident and people question whether or not it is terror related. We are people who see colors more vivid than the rest of the world is capable of comprehending, I swear this.

Comcast: Fucking Up My Internet Experience One Packet At A Time

I'm not sure what's going on, but I do not have access to a lot of web pages and whoever's fault it is, I feel like blaming Comcast. (It is probably Comcast anyway). I saw a Def Jux show last night and it was probably the best hip hop show I've ever been to. Of course, there were assholes there, and of course it seemed like the vast majority of them were around me (No really, I DO think they were mostly around me.) There was one guy from Virginia who brought his fucking license plate in. The plate read "DEF JUX." I guess he thought it was cool or something (it was the very antithesis of cool to be honest). I am running quite low on money.