Friday, June 30, 2006
Spiderman 3 Trailer
Woah, before going to bed I checked the comments again and Corinthians informed me that the teaser for Spiderman 3 had been released. Yay! Check it out.
Oh, and if this shot doesn't become the movie poster eventually then I will be slightly surprised.
And that would be a tragedy.
Good links.
Ah-aaah-aaaaargh.
15 minutes left in this friday as well as the month of June...
Must... post... arrrgh.
No ideas that I can do in... 10 minutes now. I am dieing of tiredness.
Why? Why the no-sleepy? Wh-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y...
Ok, how about I go through my bookmarks... Aha! Here's some awesomeness for ya:
An online Javascript-run NES emulator!
Play youself some classic nintendo games like original donkey kong, doctor mario, bubble bobble, castlevania, and lots more. All without downloading anything! Huzzah! The post is saved with this extreme awesomenessity! However it takes a good internet connection to work good, so guinea people don't even think about it.
Wait, scratch that. Keep the dream alive. Never lose hope guinea people! BELIEVVVVEEEE!
This picture of the classic beat-em up BattleToads should tide you over during the long centuries you will be forced to wait for it to load. God speed.
Next out of my bookmarked goodness is another classic game brought to you this time by the more speedy and browser compatible DHTML. May I introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the everlastingly charming:
DHTML Lemmings!
Go crazy. This one should work for everybody no problem, so there is no excuse for you to pass up the chance to set fifty pixelated green midgets to self destruct in spouts of flying pixels.
Hooha. Nothing like the smell of burning lemmings in the morning. Or you could win the game and not kill the lemmings. You're no fun.
Speaking of Lemmings, if you liked the one panel comic Farside then you'll probably love:
Dirtflake Squares.
Joel Esler, the artist, is a genius. And I really don't have permission to link this image, so please don't sue me. Pleeeaaaasssse?
Check it out, it will make you a better person.
Please pardon my lack of original content lately, me is soooo tired... that is an excuse, so... yeah. Bedtime for Bonzo. Ronald Reagan. Random mind-associations. I want another actor-president. They perform the true function of the president, which is to distract from the real power, admirably. Night.
15 minutes left in this friday as well as the month of June...
Must... post... arrrgh.
No ideas that I can do in... 10 minutes now. I am dieing of tiredness.
Why? Why the no-sleepy? Wh-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y...
Ok, how about I go through my bookmarks... Aha! Here's some awesomeness for ya:
An online Javascript-run NES emulator!
Play youself some classic nintendo games like original donkey kong, doctor mario, bubble bobble, castlevania, and lots more. All without downloading anything! Huzzah! The post is saved with this extreme awesomenessity! However it takes a good internet connection to work good, so guinea people don't even think about it.
Wait, scratch that. Keep the dream alive. Never lose hope guinea people! BELIEVVVVEEEE!
This picture of the classic beat-em up BattleToads should tide you over during the long centuries you will be forced to wait for it to load. God speed.
Jump off a cliff
Next out of my bookmarked goodness is another classic game brought to you this time by the more speedy and browser compatible DHTML. May I introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the everlastingly charming:
DHTML Lemmings!
Go crazy. This one should work for everybody no problem, so there is no excuse for you to pass up the chance to set fifty pixelated green midgets to self destruct in spouts of flying pixels.
Hooha. Nothing like the smell of burning lemmings in the morning. Or you could win the game and not kill the lemmings. You're no fun.
Dirtflake Squares
Speaking of Lemmings, if you liked the one panel comic Farside then you'll probably love:
Dirtflake Squares.
Joel Esler, the artist, is a genius. And I really don't have permission to link this image, so please don't sue me. Pleeeaaaasssse?
Check it out, it will make you a better person.
My appologies
Please pardon my lack of original content lately, me is soooo tired... that is an excuse, so... yeah. Bedtime for Bonzo. Ronald Reagan. Random mind-associations. I want another actor-president. They perform the true function of the president, which is to distract from the real power, admirably. Night.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Splendid Man
Omigosh omigosh omigosh!
*Bunches hands up into fists in front of his face and stomps up and down in place while screaming like a little school girl*
Superman Returns came out, like, yesterday!
*More hysterical high-pitched squealing, hands fluttering in front of mouth*
*Gets somber all of a sudden*
And where the heck was I?
I thought it was coming out on Friday, like most movies do, and then boom Superman does his "Spinning-the-earth-backwards" thing and jumps the premier on me three days days early. Thanks Supes. Thanks a lot.
Now what am I going to do with these tight blue spandexes and crimson red underwear that I especially dyed just for the honor of wearing them on the outside with a little yellow "S" scribbled in highlighter on the front? Huh? Because people are going to look weird at me when I bike over to the theater in the afternoon tomorrow (matinee prices are only $5.50! Yay!) in full Superman costume, the red towel around my neck billowing behind me as I make wooshing noises and try to steer with both fists held out straight in front of me without crashing.
People are going to think I am crazy in the head, Superman, when I do that three days after your movie came out. My social life might never recover. Way to go, SuperJERK! Where is the Truth, Justice, and, and the American Way, in that, huh? Huh? That's what I thought. Yeah.
This is all your fault, but I am still a fan, Supes, so let the pictures and video flow forth!
Oh, and sorry guys that I haven't been responding to your comments much, but I have been staying up late already doing the posts, so I really haven't had the time, but be assured that they shall be responded to soon! And you guys are awesome to be able to comment so much already and keeping up with my speedy posting and all! Thanks guys!
*Bunches hands up into fists in front of his face and stomps up and down in place while screaming like a little school girl*
Superman Returns came out, like, yesterday!
*More hysterical high-pitched squealing, hands fluttering in front of mouth*
*Gets somber all of a sudden*
And where the heck was I?
I thought it was coming out on Friday, like most movies do, and then boom Superman does his "Spinning-the-earth-backwards" thing and jumps the premier on me three days days early. Thanks Supes. Thanks a lot.
Now what am I going to do with these tight blue spandexes and crimson red underwear that I especially dyed just for the honor of wearing them on the outside with a little yellow "S" scribbled in highlighter on the front? Huh? Because people are going to look weird at me when I bike over to the theater in the afternoon tomorrow (matinee prices are only $5.50! Yay!) in full Superman costume, the red towel around my neck billowing behind me as I make wooshing noises and try to steer with both fists held out straight in front of me without crashing.
People are going to think I am crazy in the head, Superman, when I do that three days after your movie came out. My social life might never recover. Way to go, SuperJERK! Where is the Truth, Justice, and, and the American Way, in that, huh? Huh? That's what I thought. Yeah.
This is all your fault, but I am still a fan, Supes, so let the pictures and video flow forth!
Oh, and sorry guys that I haven't been responding to your comments much, but I have been staying up late already doing the posts, so I really haven't had the time, but be assured that they shall be responded to soon! And you guys are awesome to be able to comment so much already and keeping up with my speedy posting and all! Thanks guys!
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Hare reports race with tortoise.
Woah! Almost didn't make it today! So I guess this will have to be a little quick and dirty; no pretty videos and pictures today! Sorry. *Poutty face*
I came home today to find the sassy little strawberry blonde tornado of activity that is my 10 year old cousin Katie waiting for me in my grandmothers computer room. I was mildly surprised that she was here because Katie lives pretty far away, in the neighboring state of Missouri; but then she sometimes visits her sister who lives here in state, and her other grandma who lives up the road, so naturally she pops up every once in a long while. She immediatly told me that she had something waiting for me in a bag in the basement, and that I was to go there and wait for her. In no mood to argue, I went downstairs, and she plopped into my hand one of those little joystick boxes which connects directly to the TV and lets you play old coin op games like pacman and dig dug on it, and then she sat me down and told me I could play it while she went out with grandma and grandpa to dinner.
Saying it dry like that doesn't do justice to my cousin. She bristles with energy and is constantly chattering and exclaming and giggling and reminding you what you should do; it somewhat tires my inner introvert. But as I slumped onto the couch and let the game fall from my fingers, my fatigue had nothing to do with my rambunctious cousin.
Oh no, the cause of this effect was an aged cyclist I encountered during my bike ride home from work. We crossed paths at the first 4-way street light on my daily journey, and after the "Walk" sign told us it was safe to cross, screaming its high-pitched whine so that the blind drivers will know when the light is green, I continued riding on the sidewalk, which rose up on a hill over the street level, while he chose to ride on the side of the actual street.
This "riding bikes on the street" thing has never really flown with me, growing up in Guinea as I have; over there the only traffic laws we had were developed by Sir Issac Newton, and concerned mainly inertia, mass, and relative velocities of the bodies in movement. To put it otherwise, if it's bigger and faster than you, then get the heck out of the way.
So it was with annoyance that I watched him pull out in front of me, a shock of white hair visible through the holes of his helmet, as I strained to climb this little hill. I am used to being the fastest man-powered vehicle in sight on my daily commute to work and back, and now I was getting passed by some old guy who was shamefully cheating by biking where I dared not. I pedaled harder, crested the hill, and sped down the other side, and when my built up speed took me past him I thought: "Haha old man, youthful vigor triumphs once again over ripened wisdom!", and thought no more of it, making my way up the grueling big hill and across a couple more intersections.
There is a part on my daily commute where the sidewalk switches in the middle of the street from one side of the road to the other, and then back again to the first side of the road a couple hundred feet later. It is kind of annoying to wait for a break in the cars so that you can cross the street, walk a little ways, then wait again to cross back, so I usually just walk my bike through the grass and stick to the one side of the street. So there I was, walking my bike along when ZOOM the old dude whips past me on the road to my left.
"Oh heck no." I muttered under my breath, getting back on my bike and starting to pedal painfully over the thick and hilly grass. The guy was nowhere around the last couple streets I stopped at, and I had figured I was miles ahead, so where did he come from? My breath was a little ragged by the time I reached the sidewalk, and my thighs were beginning to burn, but this time it was personal. I switched it into high gear and pedaled hard even though the ground was sloping downward, and I managed to pass him again as he coasted leasurely down the hill.
All was right with the world once again, and I vowed that "Niel Armstrong" over there had outdone me for the last time. I pedaled hard up the next hill and down it, building up breakneck speed yet still pedaling harder, harder. I swear I left the ground when I hit the bump in the sidewalk at the bottom, and then flew suicidally through the next intersection, only to be forced to screech to a stop at the four lane highway a ways beyond. I pushed the crosswalk button and panted while I fanned myself with my hand and wiped the sweat from my eyes. I laughed at myself for being such an idiot and going through such lengths for some pitiful part of my ego. That guy was probably all the way back there wondering why that kid who passed him was trying so hard, if he had noticed me at all.
The white "Walk" light lit up and buzzed it's merry tune, and I wearily put my feet back on my pedals and pushed...
and that darn old guy flies past me and zips through the intersection.
"What the... Get the heck back here!" I thought, and immediatly forgetting my revelation of moments before I began to pedal like my bike was hooked up and powering my own Mother's life support machine. Harder, harder, faster, faster, sweat dripping in my eyes and obscuring my vision, still he was in front of me, so far in front of me, must... catch... up...
And then he turned onto a side street and just like that our race was over. Or rather, my race was over. I don't think during that whole time he even suspected that someone was killing himself to beat him; I don't think he even broke a sweat.
I mentally tipped my cap in his direction as I rode past his street, recognizing his clear victory. At least I wasn't a total loser in this affair.
I mean, he gave me something to write about in my blog, right?
I came home today to find the sassy little strawberry blonde tornado of activity that is my 10 year old cousin Katie waiting for me in my grandmothers computer room. I was mildly surprised that she was here because Katie lives pretty far away, in the neighboring state of Missouri; but then she sometimes visits her sister who lives here in state, and her other grandma who lives up the road, so naturally she pops up every once in a long while. She immediatly told me that she had something waiting for me in a bag in the basement, and that I was to go there and wait for her. In no mood to argue, I went downstairs, and she plopped into my hand one of those little joystick boxes which connects directly to the TV and lets you play old coin op games like pacman and dig dug on it, and then she sat me down and told me I could play it while she went out with grandma and grandpa to dinner.
Saying it dry like that doesn't do justice to my cousin. She bristles with energy and is constantly chattering and exclaming and giggling and reminding you what you should do; it somewhat tires my inner introvert. But as I slumped onto the couch and let the game fall from my fingers, my fatigue had nothing to do with my rambunctious cousin.
Oh no, the cause of this effect was an aged cyclist I encountered during my bike ride home from work. We crossed paths at the first 4-way street light on my daily journey, and after the "Walk" sign told us it was safe to cross, screaming its high-pitched whine so that the blind drivers will know when the light is green, I continued riding on the sidewalk, which rose up on a hill over the street level, while he chose to ride on the side of the actual street.
This "riding bikes on the street" thing has never really flown with me, growing up in Guinea as I have; over there the only traffic laws we had were developed by Sir Issac Newton, and concerned mainly inertia, mass, and relative velocities of the bodies in movement. To put it otherwise, if it's bigger and faster than you, then get the heck out of the way.
So it was with annoyance that I watched him pull out in front of me, a shock of white hair visible through the holes of his helmet, as I strained to climb this little hill. I am used to being the fastest man-powered vehicle in sight on my daily commute to work and back, and now I was getting passed by some old guy who was shamefully cheating by biking where I dared not. I pedaled harder, crested the hill, and sped down the other side, and when my built up speed took me past him I thought: "Haha old man, youthful vigor triumphs once again over ripened wisdom!", and thought no more of it, making my way up the grueling big hill and across a couple more intersections.
There is a part on my daily commute where the sidewalk switches in the middle of the street from one side of the road to the other, and then back again to the first side of the road a couple hundred feet later. It is kind of annoying to wait for a break in the cars so that you can cross the street, walk a little ways, then wait again to cross back, so I usually just walk my bike through the grass and stick to the one side of the street. So there I was, walking my bike along when ZOOM the old dude whips past me on the road to my left.
"Oh heck no." I muttered under my breath, getting back on my bike and starting to pedal painfully over the thick and hilly grass. The guy was nowhere around the last couple streets I stopped at, and I had figured I was miles ahead, so where did he come from? My breath was a little ragged by the time I reached the sidewalk, and my thighs were beginning to burn, but this time it was personal. I switched it into high gear and pedaled hard even though the ground was sloping downward, and I managed to pass him again as he coasted leasurely down the hill.
All was right with the world once again, and I vowed that "Niel Armstrong" over there had outdone me for the last time. I pedaled hard up the next hill and down it, building up breakneck speed yet still pedaling harder, harder. I swear I left the ground when I hit the bump in the sidewalk at the bottom, and then flew suicidally through the next intersection, only to be forced to screech to a stop at the four lane highway a ways beyond. I pushed the crosswalk button and panted while I fanned myself with my hand and wiped the sweat from my eyes. I laughed at myself for being such an idiot and going through such lengths for some pitiful part of my ego. That guy was probably all the way back there wondering why that kid who passed him was trying so hard, if he had noticed me at all.
The white "Walk" light lit up and buzzed it's merry tune, and I wearily put my feet back on my pedals and pushed...
and that darn old guy flies past me and zips through the intersection.
"What the... Get the heck back here!" I thought, and immediatly forgetting my revelation of moments before I began to pedal like my bike was hooked up and powering my own Mother's life support machine. Harder, harder, faster, faster, sweat dripping in my eyes and obscuring my vision, still he was in front of me, so far in front of me, must... catch... up...
And then he turned onto a side street and just like that our race was over. Or rather, my race was over. I don't think during that whole time he even suspected that someone was killing himself to beat him; I don't think he even broke a sweat.
I mentally tipped my cap in his direction as I rode past his street, recognizing his clear victory. At least I wasn't a total loser in this affair.
I mean, he gave me something to write about in my blog, right?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Cars Review
All-right-TEE-then! K-ka-KABAAM!
That's four.
FOUR DAYS IN A ROW MEHZ AH-MEEZE! And I'm still goin' on strong.
*Trades punches with the air in front of him, dodging and weaving to avoid his imaginary opponent's counter attack, the dreaded UPPERCUT OF APATHY!*
Let us review.
Today's review is of the latest movie I have seen (even though it was a week and a half ago) which happens to be Disney Pixar's Cars.
I have to admit that I didn't expect much from this movie, despite my habitual fanatic love for all things Pixar. I mean, I saw The Incredibles three times within twenty four hours the first time I had access to it. You see, the trailer for Cars seemed pretty formula (Haha, racing joke!... Yeah, I suck.), and besides, using anthropomorphic cars as the main characters is just Krazy with a capital "K". I could understand bugs, toys, monsters, and actual humans as your subject, I mean a person could dress up in a costume looking more or less like those (and they do), but how are you going to get the viewer to believe in the emotions of a car?
Besides, can anyone imagine a sport more boring to watch? Shuffle board is a more exciting spectator sport than watching cars drive in circles all day. Oh look! Sometimes they stop going in circles to fix up their vehicles, postponing the only interesting part of Nascar Racing, which is when the cars explode into fiery doom!
But, my Mom was in town (Makes it sound so banal, more like "My Mom happened to be on the continent..."), so we went to see it on opening weekend.
And I was blown away.
It is one of those movies (all the Pixar movies are this kind) that sucks you into the story and into the world that it creates, and then it doesn't let you go even after the closing credits are done. Pixar had breathed real life into these Cars, with every look and movement nuanced with human expressions done so well that you didn't even notice them until you found yourself caring more than you thought you could for a car. (I am not really a car guy, sorry.)
The story sounds cliche-ed: The old "I'm - so - rich - I've - lost - touch - with - simple - values" routine, but in practice it feels natural and not at all stereotypical, with the movie beginning in the middle of the "Riches - and - Fame - has - gone - to - his - head" part, therefore skipping the normally ubiquitous "My - old - friends - hate - me - because - I - am - a - rich - and - famous - Jerk" part. Which is refreshing; I hate that part.
So the story feels new and involving, but what about the racing sections?
They are awesome. First of all, it provides ample crashes without the boring parts in between, and second of all the movie actually makes the strategy of car racing exciting, with pit stops being critical, sponsorship spellbinding, and turning out of the slide seems a lost kung-fu racing technique.
All in all, I would highly recommend seeing this movie, and I give it a rating of four out of five stars.
I love Pixar.
The next Pixar movie is scheduled for a year from now in Summer 2007, it is called "Ratatouille", and it involves a picky eater; something I could totally get into, being a so called "picky eater" myself.
Is it wrong if I don't like eating nasty food?
Monday, June 26, 2006
Mmmm... Democracy.
Introduction
Hokay. Here we go, Pandora is tuned in and set to a low crooning coming from the overhead intercom speakers, the seat back of my uncomfortable folding chair is set to it's full upright position, my cell phone has safely been turned off, and you might want to follow my example and oblige the "Seat Belt On" light.
Because it's time for me to land yet another awesome blog post on the tender runway of your heart. Let me know if it gets too... intense for you.
So you thought I wouldn't be able to make it posting just THREE DAYS in a row? Well I'll have you know that when John Wilkos makes a promise, he keeps it no matter what the cost to his sanity and/or personal hygiene. John Wilkos is a great (yet insane and foul smelling) guy that way.
And furthermore, when John Wilkos speaks about himself in the third person he means business darn it!
Who's up for hanging chad?
So the results are in on my "New Template" poll, and it looks like...
wait for it...
four more years of Oompa Loompa!
*Everyone reading the blog goes crazy, confetti, balloons, and streamers fall from the sky, patriotic band music starts playing.*
As you can see from the graphic we had a "2000 presidential elections"-like tie because of some last minute votes in favor of returning to the old template, however, further inspection of these last minute votes revealed several suspicious factors as to their legitimacy. For one thing they were all received within minutes of each other, when all the other votes were separated by days. For another thing, I happen to like this template so too bad for you. Not that your opinion doesn't mean anything to me. Au contraire mon frere, I value it lots, however I have not finished my renovation on my blog and you haven't yet seen it in it's full glory.
Conclusion
With many posts comes less time to perfect them, and it is officially past my bedtime everyone, so thank you for reading this humble post, and please comment below. Even if it is only to say: "Lolz. Joo bl0g sux st00p1d."
I can understand and accept such constructive criticism.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Stop trying to hit me, and hit me!
Hello everyone! I have decided to knuckle down and start writing on my blog daily. Impossible you say? You are quite possibly right.
B-bu-but I have a plan!
If ever I miss a day, just include this html link in your comments (Copy/Paste):
<a href ="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1883/1045/400/Untitled3.jpg"> Decoy text.</a>
and then disguise it by changing the "Decoy text." part to something I would never suspect! So then I see the link, click on it knowing not what fate has in store, and BAM!
I get a face-full of the palm of your hand!
(Metaphorically speaking, of course.)
So is that brilliant or what? I'll say it is. Teehee. I have no idea what we're planning for me...
waaiiit...
oh well.
In other news, never ever use a porta-potty in Japan. If I ever visit that country I am going to hold it the whole time, two weeks, a month, whatever, as long as I can avoid this kind of stuff.
It's not in English, but no language skills are required to understand the universal language of horror.
Oh. My. Goodness.
You know what, "Goodness" just doesn't have the impact of "God" but I was taught not to take the lord's name in vain, you know, to save it for the important times and all, but using "goodness" in replacement makes me sound like a 9 year old school girl. And saying "Oh. My. Gosh." sounds like I'm a 9 year old school girl in a black and white TV show from the fifties. *Sigh* Et tu Beaver?
I can not win.
But at least I don't have to go to the bathroom in Japan.
B-bu-but I have a plan!
If ever I miss a day, just include this html link in your comments (Copy/Paste):
<a href ="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1883/1045/400/Untitled3.jpg"> Decoy text.</a>
and then disguise it by changing the "Decoy text." part to something I would never suspect! So then I see the link, click on it knowing not what fate has in store, and BAM!
I get a face-full of the palm of your hand!
(Metaphorically speaking, of course.)
So is that brilliant or what? I'll say it is. Teehee. I have no idea what we're planning for me...
waaiiit...
oh well.
Go before you go.
In other news, never ever use a porta-potty in Japan. If I ever visit that country I am going to hold it the whole time, two weeks, a month, whatever, as long as I can avoid this kind of stuff.
It's not in English, but no language skills are required to understand the universal language of horror.
Oh. My. Goodness.
You know what, "Goodness" just doesn't have the impact of "God" but I was taught not to take the lord's name in vain, you know, to save it for the important times and all, but using "goodness" in replacement makes me sound like a 9 year old school girl. And saying "Oh. My. Gosh." sounds like I'm a 9 year old school girl in a black and white TV show from the fifties. *Sigh* Et tu Beaver?
I can not win.
But at least I don't have to go to the bathroom in Japan.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Before I go...
I started out today thinking I was going to make a post on my blog, but the mere sight of my site made me cringe in fright, so to my delight I finally got around to tiding things up.
About a million hours later my eyes hurt from staring at the computer, I have blisters on my fingers, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and I still haven't made my new post. The shame.
On the brightside I was able to compose as complete a list of Guinea persons blogs as I believe has ever before been compiled. If you want your blog taken off the list, or your name changed or something, please leave me a comment and I'll get right to it.
Speaking of comments, it's actually "sparing yourself from my wrath" now, a turn of phrase I hope conveys the message that readers who comment get put last on my list of people to kill, and should enjoy long and fruitful lives, secure in the knowledge that they have encouraged a struggling writer in the pursuit of his craft. And that if you don't comment I will beat you to death with your own keyboard. *Giggle*
My new header made me beat my own self over the head with my keyboard, with its many html and css complications, but in the end I think it is pretty sweet. The font is actually from "Shaun of the dead". Respekt.
There is a link on the right to my own Pandora radio station: "Crazinesses Radio" which I hope you enjoy. I have spent many man hours pruning and weeding and planting cool music on it. Love it!
Finally, instead of that orange "B" logo appearing in the address bar and on the tab, there is now a little miniature picture of myself. The joy! The rapture!
You know what, when I started this post I only meant to pose to you one question:
Hmmm... ponder it well.
About a million hours later my eyes hurt from staring at the computer, I have blisters on my fingers, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, and I still haven't made my new post. The shame.
On the brightside I was able to compose as complete a list of Guinea persons blogs as I believe has ever before been compiled. If you want your blog taken off the list, or your name changed or something, please leave me a comment and I'll get right to it.
Speaking of comments, it's actually "sparing yourself from my wrath" now, a turn of phrase I hope conveys the message that readers who comment get put last on my list of people to kill, and should enjoy long and fruitful lives, secure in the knowledge that they have encouraged a struggling writer in the pursuit of his craft. And that if you don't comment I will beat you to death with your own keyboard. *Giggle*
My new header made me beat my own self over the head with my keyboard, with its many html and css complications, but in the end I think it is pretty sweet. The font is actually from "Shaun of the dead". Respekt.
There is a link on the right to my own Pandora radio station: "Crazinesses Radio" which I hope you enjoy. I have spent many man hours pruning and weeding and planting cool music on it. Love it!
Finally, instead of that orange "B" logo appearing in the address bar and on the tab, there is now a little miniature picture of myself. The joy! The rapture!
You know what, when I started this post I only meant to pose to you one question:
"Why don't the other bugs keep on bumping into the lightning bugs? Cause' you'd think what with bugs habitual attraction to lez lumieres and all that the lightning bug would get swarmed."
Hmmm... ponder it well.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore toto.
OMG what happened here?
Not to worry little ones, I just kinda got tired of the old green tints and overloaded page code. Oh, and I am still in Kansas, despite what the title might say. There is a bunch of stuff I gotta do to get my blog back up to speed, but for now I would like to hear what you guys think of it! Pencils ready everyone? Put them down and use your mouse to vote on the poll to your right!
Thanks guys! Your input is appreciated!
[edit]Sorry, it's actually a little down and to the right. In the sidebar, anyways.[/edit]
Not to worry little ones, I just kinda got tired of the old green tints and overloaded page code. Oh, and I am still in Kansas, despite what the title might say. There is a bunch of stuff I gotta do to get my blog back up to speed, but for now I would like to hear what you guys think of it! Pencils ready everyone? Put them down and use your mouse to vote on the poll to your right!
Thanks guys! Your input is appreciated!
[edit]Sorry, it's actually a little down and to the right. In the sidebar, anyways.[/edit]
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Music. Sleep. S'all good.
Pandora - Find New Music, Listen to Custom Internet Radio Stations
Hello once again peoples! I am vury vury tired today, because as you know, I am quite a busy man, what with my important job, and, all.
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MORE COMMAS!!!! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, !!!!
HEEHEEHAHAHAHA! MOOORE!! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, HIHIHIHIHIHAHA!
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Heh-heh. ... Whew. ...
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Needless to say, if we consider my level of fatigue as being inversely proportional to the state of my sanity, I must be on the verge of collapsing into an extremely deep slumber.
A slumber so deep I will spend millenia before awakening from it, the exeption of course being if I am kissed by a beautiful princess, in which case I will probably sit straight up, sputter, wipe my mouth, begin saying something like "Whatheheckwhy'dyoukissmeehhh...", I'd trail off after noticing that I'd been kissed by a beautiful princess, at which point I'd lay back down and pretend to be asleep again, and mutter "You almost got it that time, try agaaaiin..." while pretending to snore.
Start lining up now, princesses.
At one time there was actually a point to this post, what was it?
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OH YEAH! See that picture and that link all the way up there? They will take you to the awesome Pandora site! Why is it awesome you ask? Well how about you just chill a little bit, huh? I was about to tell you anyways!
Everyone likes music, but my tastes differ from your's and everyone else's. So how do I go about finding new music that I will love, without trudging through the garbage that lies between the rare gems on the radio stations?
This is where pandora comes in.
A crack team of experts have spent at least five years analysing over ten thousand songs, tearing them apart to find what makes them tick, their DNA, if you will. And then they made a radio station (Pandora) which not only is head and shoulders above alot of other radio stations with it's ability to pause and skip tracks, but you can also tell it that you like a certain song it played, in which case it will find and play others just like it, or you can tell pandora you hate a song, which will immediatly skip that song and then make sure you never listen to it again and that similar songs will be avoided.
In brief, after awhile you will have a radio station that plays only music that you like, and none of the music you don't. This way you will discover new favorite artists and songs, causing you to shake your bootay like never before.
It's great.
( Did I mention that I am tired? )
Click on the links, check it out, it is Macromedia Flash based, so you won't have to download anything, just click and start listening! Yay!
Also in the same vein of musical discovery is the Incredible Last.fm whose products you can see in the sidebar, it is the gray thing that keeps track of what I listen to over there on the right. And unlike pandora, Last.fm uses the list of tracks you actually listen to, so that it can match you with others who listen to the same songs and then find other tracks that you will enjoy. If you share 80% of your songs with another guy, the chances are you will enjoy the 20% you haven't heard. Also, Last.fm is actually software that you have to download to use it, so... yeah. I am tired.
Okay people, I held on as long as I could. I am using a special firefox plugin to post this, so I am not sure it will work, but if you're reading this, then joy springs freely forever amen.
What the heck?? It's too late, my brain already left before me. Adios!
Hello once again peoples! I am vury vury tired today, because as you know, I am quite a busy man, what with my important job, and, all.
...
MORE COMMAS!!!! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, !!!!
HEEHEEHAHAHAHA! MOOORE!! ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, HIHIHIHIHIHAHA!
...
Heh-heh. ... Whew. ...
...
Needless to say, if we consider my level of fatigue as being inversely proportional to the state of my sanity, I must be on the verge of collapsing into an extremely deep slumber.
A slumber so deep I will spend millenia before awakening from it, the exeption of course being if I am kissed by a beautiful princess, in which case I will probably sit straight up, sputter, wipe my mouth, begin saying something like "Whatheheckwhy'dyoukissmeehhh...", I'd trail off after noticing that I'd been kissed by a beautiful princess, at which point I'd lay back down and pretend to be asleep again, and mutter "You almost got it that time, try agaaaiin..." while pretending to snore.
Start lining up now, princesses.
At one time there was actually a point to this post, what was it?
...
....
OH YEAH! See that picture and that link all the way up there? They will take you to the awesome Pandora site! Why is it awesome you ask? Well how about you just chill a little bit, huh? I was about to tell you anyways!
Everyone likes music, but my tastes differ from your's and everyone else's. So how do I go about finding new music that I will love, without trudging through the garbage that lies between the rare gems on the radio stations?
This is where pandora comes in.
A crack team of experts have spent at least five years analysing over ten thousand songs, tearing them apart to find what makes them tick, their DNA, if you will. And then they made a radio station (Pandora) which not only is head and shoulders above alot of other radio stations with it's ability to pause and skip tracks, but you can also tell it that you like a certain song it played, in which case it will find and play others just like it, or you can tell pandora you hate a song, which will immediatly skip that song and then make sure you never listen to it again and that similar songs will be avoided.
In brief, after awhile you will have a radio station that plays only music that you like, and none of the music you don't. This way you will discover new favorite artists and songs, causing you to shake your bootay like never before.
It's great.
( Did I mention that I am tired? )
Click on the links, check it out, it is Macromedia Flash based, so you won't have to download anything, just click and start listening! Yay!
Also in the same vein of musical discovery is the Incredible Last.fm whose products you can see in the sidebar, it is the gray thing that keeps track of what I listen to over there on the right. And unlike pandora, Last.fm uses the list of tracks you actually listen to, so that it can match you with others who listen to the same songs and then find other tracks that you will enjoy. If you share 80% of your songs with another guy, the chances are you will enjoy the 20% you haven't heard. Also, Last.fm is actually software that you have to download to use it, so... yeah. I am tired.
Okay people, I held on as long as I could. I am using a special firefox plugin to post this, so I am not sure it will work, but if you're reading this, then joy springs freely forever amen.
What the heck?? It's too late, my brain already left before me. Adios!
