LO2

I'm a little (correction, a lot) drunk as I write this, so please forgive me if I seem a bit too blunt. In Vino Veritas.

I can't explain how happy I am that it's no longer 2003. I know it's purely symbolic, and nothing really changes with the shift of the calendar, but I'm happy nonetheless.

2003 taught me exactly what ambivalence means. I have never had more conflicting feelings in my entire life, and while I'm still not sure what to do with all of them, I really do pray that I never have another year like this as long as I live. Every good feeling came with a bad one, every resolution came with a caveat. I don't like living my life that way, and that's why I'm going to make some changes.

God as my witness, I never want to set foot in this town again after 2005.

To everyone that gave me support, in one way or another through this year, thank you. I can't thank you enough. I truly can't. Even when you were having a hard time understanding where I was coming from, you still tried to help. Even when your own problems were overwhelming you in ways you couldn't talk to me about, you still gave me time. That means so much, that I can't properly put it into words. For those of you who helped make my life the chore that it has been, to be blunt, you can fucking suck my farts in hell. You've taken things from me that I honestly don't think I'll ever get back. Part of that change is my problem, but so be it. Oddly enough, the most amazing thing about this year is how easily some people fit so easily into both these categories.

For those of you who care, I know that I have not been "right" for awhile. Honestly, I don't know when I will be again. I'm really having a hard time coming to terms with an awful lot of things right now, but please believe me when I say that I'm doing my best. I'm no longer the person I used to be.

If I seem distant from time to time, I'm sorry, but I don't know who to trust anymore.

I'm not telling you everything, but that's probably for the best right now.

Happy New Year. Seriously.

(I am not going to pull this one off, like I did with my first blogs. If I'm making anything resembling a resolution, it's that I'm fucking tired of not speaking my mind. If I say it, it has meaning, at least to me. Fuck the status quo, fuck censoring myself. I'm done with that. That's gone. It no longer works for me. This gives me an outlet I don't have elsewhere, and that's a valid purpose, a valid use.)

Got some spam. Actually, I got a lot of spam, but this one really got my attention. This is transcribed, word for word.

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They're not even trying anymore.

Holy Jumpin' Jiminy Jesus Hangover. Ow.

In 2002, Bill Clinton got Jerry Inzerello, an executive at the Paradise Island Casino to raise $1 million to buy drugs for AIDS patients in the Bahamas (where the casino is located, and the location of the second highest AIDS rate in the Western Hemisphere). Shortly after, Ira Magaziner, Clinton's social policy consultant, had a team of management consultants review the spending of the $1 million by the Bahamian government, at which point they discovered that they were going through two middlemen to acquire generic AIDS drugs at the cost of $3,500 per patient per year. The team made one call to the manufacturer, cutting out the middlemen and lowering the cost to $500 per person per year within days, and eventually to $138. The same amount of money that treated one person a year before now treats 25, and if no review committee came in to check on the spending, potentially thousands of AIDS patients would be dead because some businessmen were trying to make a buck.

Some people make me the fuck sick.

(I know, I know, you're thinking "Why is LO2 talking about serious shit? where's the gadgets and funny pictures?" just allow me to digress a little. I'll talk about toys again soon. Well, after my rant about Lisl Auman...)

Movable Type, to be exact. My blogs were getting a little difficult to handle, and Cliff helped me by installing the software, so there you go. This way, I can get my blogs up faster and easier, so I can update more often. I'll get to customising the look soon enough, but I'm pretty busy right now, so this will have to do.

I went to A-Kon 15 this weekend (an anime convention) with my girlfriend Katy and my friend Keri. So did 10,000 lunatics. It was a blast. Katy's not a big anime fan, so I thought she would be bored. Fortunately, there were a couple of thousand people in anime costumes for entertainment. Really. She seemed to dig it.

I bought some art (despite the fact I'm broke) for a sweet ass price. Check it out:

The artist's name is Dallas Ragon (or D-Ragon), and he is awesome. The characters are Lupin and Jigen (Lupin is one of my favorite anime characters ever). I'm very happy with it.

For some reason, there are a bunch of s's on the right side of my page. Am I the only one seeing that? I so don't understand how to use this software yet...

got an email today. The subject, "automaticka odpoved." The entire text of the email, "DORUCENO." What?

Cars that make me laugh:

Hummers.

Beat-up hatchback Civics with "Starfleet Academy" bumper stickers on BOTH side windows.

Pimped out trucks with a back hatch airbrush painting. Of the truck. That it's painted on.

This girl I knew when I was little once said that it was the first day of Spring when you saw your first bumblebee of the year (she referred to Spring as "bar'footin' time").

Everyone has their little indicators.

As I left work today, I saw my first hot teeny short wearing rollerblader girl skate by, grinning and wearing headphones, swaying from right to left in the way that rollerbladers tend to do.

Ah, the first day of Summer...

I have work to do. Nevertheless, Jill made me waste time making this stupid fucking picture.

What the hell is going on.

Jill needs her own blog.

How do dogs know not to jump out of the back of the truck? I can pretty much understand it when the truck is going 50, but they stay in there at stop lights and stuff.

Been re-watching Freaks and Geeks, as the DVD set has been released. Just another example of a great great great show that dies because TV executives suck butt, and average TV viewers suck TV executive butt while they suck other butt.

Still not as great as Firefly, but great nonetheless. Check it out.

He can't even sell a book without a Left/Right fistfight. Amazon's review section is getting packed to the gills with craptacular reviews, Republican 1 stars and Democratic 5 stars abounding, and I'm willing to bet 90% haven't even touched the book.

I actually read ten pages myself. Here's my review (posted on Amazon).

For such a big book, there seems to be so little. The drama of events and the personality of those involved never seem to make it off the page in any interesting way. You can't help but feel that the book was rushed, and in need of a co-writer or a better editor (possibly an editor with more time to work, as the word on the street is that there was no time for fine tuning). Clinton, his complexities, failures and successes will be better summed up years from now by some adept biographer. Read The Path to Power or The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt to pass the time until that happens.

Read all the other reviews (or buy the book) here.

P.S. - You can get it for free on SuprNova. If you're into that kinda thing. *warning - popups*

Turns out that Jane Seymour is a friend of the arts.

Oddly enough, Jane's home, St. Catherine's Court, is getting a rep as a great place to record an album. Radiohead recorded OK Computer there, New Order, The Cure, and Robbie Williams have also spent time there. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate Mrs. Seymour's Live and Let Die era hotness, but this still stuck me as unusual.

No particular reason for this post. Just thought it was neat.

I've got G-mail, thanks to Nikonius! Not that I really needed it or anything, but still...

That's the headline of the new Weekly World News. I shit you not. There are so many things in this one publication that doubled me over in fits of laughter, that I have to believe that the editors of Spy and National Lampoon have secretly taken over the paper. Complete dissection coming soon.

I asked Nikonius to take a photo of this spider I found (much obliged). He also figured out what kind of spider it is. Nice. Hopefully I'll get to make a wallpaper.

Speaking of spiders, I saw Spider-Man 2 the other day, and I was really impressed. Just like X-Men, the second film was far better than the first (and neither of the first ones sucked to begin with). It's no Rules of the Game, but I think it's easily the best of the new Marvel movies so far. Can't wait for the next one.

Complete and total jackasses who label a video download as "Really Funny," when it's video of a guy getting hit by a car. These people can suck my ass.

Don't get me wrong. If you want to put that shit out, so be it. But don't mislabel it for the sake of messing with people.

I'm aware that this won't have any sort of positive effect, probably quite the opposite, but I had to vent.

Computer at work is all broke and stuff. Can't do anything for 20 minutes. Figured I'd blog the time away. Blog blog blog. Here's a picture af a hot dog!

I like hot dogs.

289 days until Serenity, the Firefly movie! whee!

Gotta go.

Katy left for San Antonio yesterday. I sad.

Worked on a remix of Tori Amos' cover of Eminem's "'97 Bonnie and Clyde." It's not bad.

That's it, really.

Added AMIP Dynamic Signature to my blog. I'll eventually reformat it to go on the side, but that's a lot of work, and I have plenty of other things to do right now. Plus I'm perfectly happy with where it is. Now you can see what a pseudo music snob like me listens to!

From the Denver Post. Would've just linked it, but there aere crazy pop-up ads, so I thought I'd give you an option.

Teen Girls Find Obscene Pictures in Cameras
By Kieran Nicholson
Denver Post Staff Writer and Cheryl Preheim 9News

Boulder police are looking for a man who secretly swiped teenage cheerleaders' cameras and took photos of his genitals.

The girls didn't realize anything was amiss until they got their pictures back from a photo developer.

The incident happened earlier this month during a cheerleading camp while the girls were staying at a Boulder hotel, according to two victims and their families.

The man who used the camera was careful not to take pictures showing his face, but the disturbing photos included him placing his genitals on the girls' personal items including drinking cups, bottles and food.

"It was quite a shock looking at those, quite a shock that in the very room she was in he would do these things to himself, I'm just appalled," said Barb Helzer, mother of one of the girls.

The cheerleading camp was held on the Boulder campus of the University of Colorado from June 8-11. The girls stayed off campus at the Broker Inn.

Hotel management declined to comment but said they will cooperate with the Boulder police investigation.

Police said they are looking into the incident but declined further comment, noting the investigation is ongoing.

It's in bad taste, but I laughed, so...

A girl asks her dad, "Why am I called Rose?"
The father replies, "Because a rose petal fell on your head when you were born."
Then her sister asks, "Why am I called Lily?"
The father replies, "Because a lily petal fell on your head when you were born."
Her brother says, "ERTGTHREGERG£$%£$^£EGRD!!"
The father replies, "Shut up Cinderblock."

Went to Treff's last night with Donnie and Becca (D is leaving for Austin Friday), and my car wouldn't start. Plus, I was parked in one of those "It's OK to park here, but only at night" spots. Waited an hour and a half for the spaces in front of me to clear up so I could push my car into a safer space. Spent most of the blazingly hot next morning digging for cash and getting a new battery. Luckily, it was just a dead battery and worn contacts to blame, so now I'm moving again, but now I'm a big ball of sweaty crap.

Here's a wallpaper of a car much nicer than mine:

Man it's hot. It's like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot.

My torrent host is no more, the dowloads on the bar go away now. I'll get them back up soon.

I had no idea that D-Minus has his own blog. Nor was I aware that he is the primary representative of the Baylor History Department. This, after all is the same guy who once sang:

"I make a 1 with 6 0's
I'm legit like that
Make you a nice sweater,
cause I knit like that"

hmm.

Sunny D Lemonade tastes like thick lemon juice. Urgh.

In celebration of my 100th post, I have started a new weblog slash webcomic, The Adventures of Bark and Skeet. You will hate it. For the loyal reader(s) of my blog, here's strip #2 (Unpublished until Monday). Click to enlarge.

The new blog looks kinda simple. I'll pretty it up later.

3.45% angela delvechio
3.45% please stand by while the age of miracles is briefly suspended
1.72% barcelona chair pictures
1.72% bloody motherfucker whiskey
1.72% cassius marcellus coolidge and reproduction rights
1.72% cheryl preheim colorado
1.72% chesterfield michigan topless dancing
1.72% irish movie willum defoe
1.72% merton to please you pleases you
1.72% silhouetto and figaro and bismillah and translation
1.72% stylist at work
1.72% there are a lot of ways to grieve
1.72% you'd better go ahead and enjoy this while you can bob because

and my favorite...

3.45% the honkys

Can you refer to anything as being "uncrackable" without sounding like a sarcastic smartass?

The cover to the new Time Magazine (biggest pic I could find, sorry). The cover story is "Saving the Big Cats," but as I walked by a copy and glanced down at it, I could've sworn it said "Shaving the Big Cats." Couldn't stop laughing for five minutes. Poor big shaved cats.

Hmm. What is it that tells you that the school year has begun again when you work on a college campus? Is it the eager eyed freshmen? The bookstore flyers everywhere? The bad drivers barreling towards you on one way streets? No, no, no. For me, it's the astonishing amount of urine all over the men's room toilets and floors.

Seriously. I'm not that old, I clearly remember being 18. I could aim, I'm sure of it. The random errant drop, I can understand, but it looks like the bathroom has been showering.

That's all I can really say about that.

Well, I have a Google GMail account to give away. Comment on this post letting me know why you deserve this account more than anyone else. Considering that whoever responds will probably be the only one (not a big traffic magnet, me), you've got a good chance.

Went a little link happy, didn't I?

I lost the link to where I got this from, but whoever did this was a genius.

METHOD 1

Enter this string in Google search:

“parent directory ” /appz/ -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

“parent directory ” DVDRip -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

“parent directory “ Xvid -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

“parent directory ” Gamez -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

“parent directory ” MP3 -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

“parent directory ” Name of Singer or album -xxx -html -htm -php -shtml -opendivx -md5 -md5sums

Notice that I am only changing the word after the parent directory, change it to what you want and you will get a lot of stuff.

METHOD 2

Enter this string in Google search:

?intitle:index.of? mp3

You only need add the name of the song/artist/singer.

Example: ?intitle:index.of? mp3 jackson

METHOD 3

Enter this string in Google search:

inurl:microsoft filetype:iso

You can change the string to watever you want, ex. microsoft to adobe, iso to zip etc…

Bought a copy of Sync Magazine at Barnes and Noble today, mainly because I was looking for a new magazine, I dig gadgets, and it was only three bucks.

So not worth the three bucks.

Sync is basically the result of an idiot corporation that said "Hey! Gadgets are cool now. There are some other gadget magazines. And Maxim sells a lot of magazines (see Stuff), so let's to that. Get gadget thingies and put some girls in it! Whee!"

The result is beyond sad. The writers/editors don't know shit about technology, and much of the information is useless. Examples:

Referring to a 400 Mhz Pentium as pre-Pentium II (i.e. Pentium I). Correct me if I'm wrong, but they never existed.

Reporting the same PC as having 64 bits of RAM when purchased. Um. Commodore 64s had more than that.

Also, the PC was purchased with an 8MB video card. No. Also, that would mean that this PC had 1024 times more video memory than regular memory.

Referring to the first Metroid as a "classic first person shooter." No. No no no.

Reporting that US cellphone carriers won't activate the world's smallest cellphone (a Panasonic), despite the fact that my next door neighbor talks on one often.

Also, the big winner for me: Favorably reviewing Johnny Cash's "American V" album. Which hadn't even been put to CD yet when this issue was printed. Even for review copies. Really. Although unlikely, this album could consist entirely of farting noises and prolonged silences, and Sync would be none the wiser.

God, I wish I could start a gadget magazine so I could get all the free gear I could ever want without knowing shit. Wait! I am. I'm a magazine! Send me the free videogamey thingies! I'll be waiting...

4.82% carton sex
1.20% 'i am turning japanese'
1.20% blanks underdog
1.20% celebrity cyborgs
1.20% ex girlfriends pics
1.20% god diva bittorrent
1.20% henry alford new orleans hair
1.20% kuusumum profeeta
1.20% leg extensions for tallness
1.20% nuns with guns
1.20% orgasmic origami
1.20% skeet
1.20% trump young and beautiful piece of ass
1.20% wilson's house of leather in l.a.com

Driving home with my girlfriend earlier behind one of those 18 wheelers that hauls gas and chemicals and such. There was a warning sticker on the back that read "WARNING! VIM VI!"

What the hell is a Vim Vi? Is this thing hauling gas in Latin? Gasum? Cogito Gas'em Up? What?

Wal-Mart is responsible for the sale of 10% of the music in this country (and climbing). One out of every five major label sales occurs at Wal-Mart. Now read this:

"Getting Wal-Mart excited about carrying a record is at the top of every label's to-do list, but it's harder than it sounds. There is an immense cultural chasm between slick industry executives and Severson's team of three music buyers at Wal-Mart headquarters in Bentonville, Arkansas. Only one of the three had ever worked in music retailing -- until that person moved to a new division in August and was replaced by someone who previously bought Wal-Mart's salty snacks."

Read the rest here.

Somebody fucking shoot me.

Mental Note: Take vacation time next year.

Short form: I was on Talk of the Nation today.

Long Form: I was listening to Talk of the Nation today, and the guest was Gerard Jones, and he was talking about his book Men Of Tomorrow: Geeks, Gangsters, and the Birth of the Comic Book. As tends to be the case with most comic book discussions in a large forum, it was getting overrun with both the ill informed and fanboys.

Then Chris Claremont came on as a guest.

That's it. I had to call. The fanboy in me wanted to give the nod to Chris, and the rest of me wanted to let the nation know that not all comic book readers are morons. I got to callin'. Being a national/global talk show, it takes some time to get through, but I did. Right after the segment ended. I was just about to hang up when they started the next part. With the editor of Wired. Talking about sampling, copyright violation, and the subculture of illegal remixes.

This show was made for me.

Anyway, I stayed on the line, and got through (first caller! woo!), and managed to get my two cents in (not to mention my pseudonym, go web traffic, it's your birthday!), but I was surprised to hear how nervous I sounded. You have to understand that I'm on the redio every day, I'm in one of the stupidest bands in the history of the world, yet when I have to talk to Neal Conan, I'm a fricking schoolgirl. At least I got to plug myself.

Anyway, my part is here. Or you can listen to to whole show here.

You know the crazy old lady character Cheri Oteri plays on SNL? I found her. She works at the Shell station at Imperial and Highway 6 in Waco, TX. Awesome.

Also, don't forget to try one of her delicious "Grillquitos!" (I did not.)

Note: This is not an actual picture of the crazy old lady character, but when I was online attempting to find a suitable photo, I was getting links like "Cheri oteri nude chicks with huge children nude chi-chi nude." I'm not kidding.

I keep seeing this picture, and the more I do, the more I think "Who the hell is that guy in the middle? Gary Oldman? Who the hell is that?"

Anyway, just waiting for Tuesday so I can negate my friend Michael's vote.

Driving home on the highway, I saw one of those big electronic roadsigns near a construction area that said "Lane closings Wesneday and Thrusday."

Is that before Bleensday or after Frippycycle?

Nationally distributed commercials with bad actors using stilted awkward dialogue. I might call one of your credit counselors or but your $200 diet pills if the banker/doctor didn't seem to be mildly retarded. There are thousands of fine actors out there that would eat a bug for a step towards a SAG card.

The term "Pre-Owned." Used. It's used.

1.89% asssssssss
1.89% nader 2008
1.89% sombrero mr. t
0.94% blanks underdog mp3
0.94% eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
0.94% fetish girls in tight lycra shorts
0.94% funny soccer
0.94% grope
0.94% homemade flamethrower
0.94% japanese bohemian rhapsody
0.94% masonic handshake
0.94% national association of w lovers mp3
0.94% panda pants
0.94% walking down jovanotti
0.94% women in heels

Been meaning to blog this forever.

My friend Keri is a hardcore anime nut, and she's into collecting cels. She sent me this message (and a picture, no longer available, so I just put up a google search result for "unknown cel."):

"I received a freebie cel from a friend and neither of us knows where it is from. All of you have seen more anime than I have, so I was hoping maybe one of you has seen this anime. Thanks!"

I responded:

"Easy. Th