this is the message-
lift up your hearts, all will come right. Out of depths of sorrow and sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind.

If I were to be judged by the quality of my friends
then I would be the greatest man alive.

Thank you.
I love you all

I think it would be kinda fun to have a pre-mortum eulogy. Sort of a Colbert/Orson Scott Card (pre-crazy) mashup Tweeter for the Dead sorta thing. So, feed my ego please and Eulogise me. feel free to go the anonymous route.


(and no, Jeff Goldblum did not fall off a cliff in New Zealand. It was a hoax perpetrated to show how stupid rumors based on tweets can be)
(but Tom Hanks and Natalie Portman totally fell over the edge while filming in NZ)
(now get to writing my eulogy. I'll need some good reading while I'm busy being not-dead)

I went out. I had a good time and generally got away from everything that had been weighing so heavily on my heart. I saw good friends and even better friends came to see me. I was loved. If I had any regrets, they'd be over some things I said. Cause honestly, who, during a hard-sell attempt while running a booth and trying to explain to potential customers that we had not, but were expecting the goggles and guns they so very much wanted and, at the same time, trying to remain in character, can say "that the prevailent winds were running counter to our designs and played merry hob with all our intentions, good or no, and we've, regrettably, no fine wares, be they armorments or goggles to offer you" without feeling a bit like a pompous chump. Ah well, at least I'm not some sad RenFaire escapey who constantly shotguns Thee's and Thou's and missplaced M'Lady's into conversations.

oh, and for what it's worth, I'm back.

I will cast no shadows.

Just an update:

Due to inclement weather, all fun will be postponed until the chance of lightning is somewhat diminished. Christmas is canceled.

I'll reschedule for a more agreeable weekend shortly.

In order to celebrate another successful year of putting off growing up, I invite everyone that I like to join me in flying kites Sunday May 16th in the parking lot of the Gwinnett place Fry's. Should rain or police warrent a change of location I'll be posting a couple alternate locations and dates. I've several spare kites but feel free to bring your own (or just purchase one from the conveniently located Fry's store). Hope to see ya there!



-the numbers-

approx 4~7 pm Sunday 17 May 2009
The Fry's parking lot (nearer to the theatre) directions
limited kites are available. feel free to bring your own.

Have you seen the Tree? 

"There is still a lack of information regarding the particulars about this new pathogen; but if it has killed only seven people after two months of spreading in a country with somewhat limited health care services, perhaps its virulence is not so harsh after all, even if its communicability is impressive."
- <a href="http://www.stratfor.com/theme/special_topic_page_swine_flu_outbreak">Stratfor</a>

Watch this before someone sues it off the intarnets.  Seriously, it's the recycled future of media and music  and it's (we're) amazing.




more thru-you.com/#/videos/

Melissa:  sweet

Sorry, melissa!
To all the rest of my colonial friends, publicly embarrassed or not, drive carefully tomorrow.  It's a terrible day for accidents due to everyone and their mother being late from not resettin their clocks, analog, digital or internal.

I watched Watchmen. I enjoyed it. My biggest complaint isn't with the movie but with the audiences reception of a Dr Manhattan. Come on kids, there are three and three quarters billion penii out there and as a lot of your are geeks, you're probably familiar with blue-balls so a limp blue penis isn't too hard to imagine. With such mature themes as love, rape and nuclear annhiliation I can understand that you might want a little (pyroclastic) release, but sniggering at a dick? Really?





....Cocktor Manhooden!  Sorry, I couldn't resist.

These are the kinda things I say when I've forgotten to leave a window open after sealing painted props indoors.

On Left4Dead:

Holy heavens. it's like all servers are hosted in Retardston in Newbsylvania on tin-cans and dental floss.

on XBOX live:

well, ya have to use xbox live
which is kinda like fucking a pencil sharpener
only for people with really small dicks and it's still not that good of an idea

On being mildly high:

It's kinda like nitrous
If i should die
I want you to know
I've always disliked you


sorry Fryda and caitlin and everyone else I mighta been a bit.. odd.. at.

edit the more:

So will there be a crazyswords gull dole.. swuahds girl dual..
swords .. girl.. du fugginninja bitches.
(seriously, you try sayin "swordsgirl duel")

Don't spread yer taint! that's creepy.


A is for Assault, which those zombies did to me
B is for Buttocks which they caressed so very gently


from a little while ago:

well that's five across the face when the bitch forgets her place
show her the back of my hand when she fails to understand
i'm the doctor suess of spousal abuse

Coraline 3D
one word:
Amazing

someone check my math:
The light reflected off of a diffuse surface by a single source is proportional to the cosine of the angle between the surface and the light.

I'd draw a diagram but it always ends up lookin like an angry smiley face.

stolen from bar1scorpio's DA

For as much as the first Aliens vs Predator movie was a semi-fail, cheap ($70 million in production + another $30m in advertising cheap) gimmick to cash in on an existing fan base (it's FOX what do you expect), I have to admit, I loved watchin' the Predator kick Queen ass.

oh and courtesy of Damiens LJ:

"Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love."