Don’t you hate when it’s been so long since logging on that the new interface confuses you?

I have decided to resume doing this blog stuff again, but at a different site.  This specific blog will always exist, but this is the last post here for sure.

Sports Geek

Emergency Party Button

Some guy rigged his apartment up to a button which, when pushed, causes the dwelling to transform into the Roxbury. Pretty Cool.  Check out how he did it here.

If I had done this, my house would transform into a karaoke bar.

Maybe I shouldn’t study at all…

I found out today that I got a 79% on this test.

It surprised me, thats for sure. I wonder what the people that actually understood the material scored.

Jumping the Gun

You can now subscribe to this blog via an RSS feed or through email.

The links are on the top of the sidebar on the main page, in case you haven’t noticed.

Some of you would say: “Why bother?”

I agree. But it keeps you, the reader, from having to

Coincidence, I assure you

In case you haven’t noticed, just about every picture of me features a yellow shirt. To clarify things, I have 3 yellow shirts, and most pictures of me are taken on the weekends when I

A new Home

I have finally moved all these blogs from where my “other blog” was.  My audience over there was to limited I think.  No disrespect intended to the audience.

Partial relief

The double play of spicy burritos did not work. However, a big, oily house salad from Sweet Tomato’s seemed to release some pressure.

Cat Haiku. No, I’m not the author.

You never feed me.
Perhaps I’ll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.

The rule for today:
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning.

Grace personified.
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.

Blur of motion, then —
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds —
your foot just squashed one.

You’re always typing.
Well, let’s see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box.
You cannot see me if I
can just hide my head.

Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What’s a ‘term paper?’

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes,
Fear vacuum cleaner

I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh, poop! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper!
Cat to the rescue!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams;
My claws are not that sharp.

Happy Birthday Indeed.

At long last, my birthday present has arrived. Now I need a car that is worthy of them.

Happy Birthday to me. And the other people that share MY birthday.

For my first birthday present today, it was cold enough in my house to see my breath. HELL YEAH!

My one wish

When I die, my one wish is that nobody has to have a car wash to pay for my funeral. I don’t think thats asking to much really.

I need a vacation.

Here I am, back from a week off work, back from a week of sitting around the house or sitting around somebody else’s house or sitting around a bar, and I need some time off. I’ll get it Sunday. Maybe I’m just behind on my video games, and that is creating a sense of urgency to have time off. Yeah, thats it. Cant wait until I work 3 days a week and make $100,000 a year. I’ll be able to spend lotsa time playing video games with my son. And if I have a boy, we can play 2 player games. Especially Contra on NES.

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My Orientation

Orientation

Lately, all the pop ups and ads that have been appearing around Myspace have been for gay websites and the like. Now that I think about it, its only been doing that since….last night. After MAGGIE and JANET were on my computer, which will automatically log onto Myspace under my account. Thinking and hoping I was more clever then them, I looked at my profile, and behold I was suddenly divorced and gay. Very cute Maggie and Janet. Very cute indeed.

Immunities

I think my immune system is so on top of things that it goes overboard. I never get sick, but when I get seasonal allergies my body goes on full alert and kicks histamine butt. In the process, I feel sick when, in fact, its just bad allergic reactions to random things in the air.

Sometimes I just wish I could get sick so at least I could take medicine, because allergy medication does nothing for me.

Don’t take this as a complaint, I just wanted everybody to know how kick ass my immune system is. I think I’m immune to serious stuff, like Malaria and AIDS. I’d be a fool to test out that theory…or would I be a coward? I need to take a trip to Africa and see.

The origins of “blog.”

I figured out what “blog” stands for. Its short for “Blogert”, the first name of the guy that invented the whole idea behind blogs. Finally the mystery is solved.

The Future is looking bright

It has just occurred to me that some people have more online “friends” then actual, good old fashioned “friends.” Some may say that’s just a wonder or a perk of today’s modern electronic age, I just say its silly. Why are people always more ideal in text and .jpg format rather then in person? How many people, were they to be in a room with all their online “friends,” would actually get along with every one of them and remain friends? Why must the internet act as an electronic safeguard against face to face conversation?
Yes, I’m aware of how I met my wife, and perhaps I may seem a bit hypocritical at this point, but that doesn’t mean I cant call for a ban of internet friendships for the future good of humanity.