Hi LiveJournal how ya been? Yeah I've kinda been spending a lot of time over at Facebook's house. She's pretty laid back and doesn't mind if I have nothing to say as long as I like her and occasionally show her some pictures of my son being cute. Yes, I know I am a total lazy bum. Did you see who I got for the Movie Character Icon Quiz? The Dude. Can you believe that?

In any case, I promise to come back over to your house soon and hang out. I mean, you've still got boxes of my stuff in your garage so it's not like I am just gonna disappear or something.

Thayer's Quest, Road Blasters, or more probably Blasteroids!

February 6th 2009 - I joined WinForMe with the full year package. Random chaos-driven riches are the sweetest because they always have such wonderful timing. Maybe I'll get nothing all year but the giddy undercurrent that something might mysteriously appear. That could end up being worth the 70 bucks regardless.

edit: I should credit theferrett  for first pointing the site out to me a year ago! I wanted to join but I was skeptical. And then he recently posted about the flotsam that showed up on his shore and I was converted.

My Political Views
I am a left social libertarian
Left: 6.02, Libertarian: 4.47

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My Foreign Policy Views
Score: -6.37

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My Culture War Stance
Score: -6.05

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Just in case you are wondering, all those files behind him are Naughty/Nice records and I did sneak a peak at some of yours. Total Information Awareness is actually Santa's middle name (as translated from ancient Nordic).

I always fall for the optimistic tone of stories like this one about something very simple and elegant that might change everything. Sure it sounds way too good to be true and it might be.

Everywhere you look today there's a new technology that is going to ween us off oil. Wired and Popular Science have run stories about ever more efficient solar and next gen super batteries but these technologies are always in their genesis and seemingly long years from anything practical. But still all the time there are more and more people coming up with possible solutions. You have to hope the odds say one of these ideas will eventually work and just thinking that makes me happy. Hope doesn't feel too bad really but it takes awhile to get used to I guess. And it's a lot of fun to imagine what happens next with each new possible life altering technology that peaks its head onto the internet somewhere.

So I love these stories; not because I am delusional and think any one of them will solve our problems but mostly because it means there are people out there who don't care what I think and are going to try all this crazy imaginative shit anyway. I love those people.

As promised, my low res videos* of the Five Minute Blizzard.









*taken with a Canon Powershot SD630

Attribution unknown but it made me laugh nonetheless.

"While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, who's hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Sarah Palin and her bid.

The old rancher said, 'Well, ya know, Palin is a 'Post Turtle''.

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was.

The old rancher said, 'When you're driving down a country road you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'.

The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face so he continued to explain. 'You know she didn't get up there by herself, she doesn't belong up there, she doesn't know what to do while she's up there, and you just wonder what kind of dummy put her up there to begin with'."

Yesterday, while popping bubbles I was blowing Jack became too eager for me to finish a really big one and stuck three fingers in my right eye trying to pop it. Scratched eyeballs don't really hurt but they annoy incessantly. It's like something in your eye that wont come out.

Today, in the midst of a "no nap" fit, Jack ran square into my Big Shoe* and broke his toe. The poor boy was more worried about the treatment than the injury. He feared that shots and medicine were in his immediate future (he's more afraid of the latter). While getting an x-ray he asked if they were going to take his skin off to see the bones. In the end his treatment consisted of some consoling and some taped together toes. Honestly, he cried very little. He wailed 10x more yesterday after jabbing my eye.

Hey, isn't that the way girls like their guys; Tough but sensitive to the pain of others? =P

*For those who don't know I have a two inch lift on my left shoe. The term has become synonymous in our house for my handicap hence the caps.

For some reason, this stunning and amazing discovery has me all jazzed and energized. Sometimes just a little piece of something positive, something truly hope-inducing is exactly what I need. Now, I'll try and forget about it for awhile so I don't obsess and can be jubilant again when they start rolling out this tech to the people.

My Four year old has decided he wants to be a "bad guy who fights good guys" and then he made some noises that sounded like lasers and laughed manically, kinda like a super villain. So I asked him, "Are you a super villain Jack?" He fold his arms across his chest and nodded emphatically, as if he had thought of it himself, "Yes, a super villain."

"Super villains need names you know. Do you have a name?" I asked. He scrunched up his face for a second and then burst into laughter. "Yeah dad, I am Boobie Monkey." After the minute or so it took for me to stop laughing, I figured we might want to make it sound a bit more serious, perhaps even more sinister. Jack had no suggestions; most likely because he kept cracking himself up saying Boobie Monkey (better than last week's "caca baby" at least).

"Hey Jack, how about Professor Boobie Monkey?" I asked. Now I'm not sure he has any idea what a professor might be but he gave me the thumbs up on the name. I guess now we just have to come up with a costume and find someone to arch.

One of Jackson's favorite places is the Nimbus Fish Hatchery in Sacramento. This time of year they have a huge load of medium sized Rainbow Trout they raise to stock rivers and lakes in the area. It's a cool place. For a nickel you can get a handful of fish pellets and watch the little fishies dance. If you happen to come at the right time of year you can even watch Salmon swim up the spawning ladder.

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Fly, most definitely fly.

Everyone goes but man this sucks.

In his honor: PISS SHIT FUCK CUNT MOTHERFUCKER COCKSUCKER TITS