Someone fairly intelligent once noted, “packing sucks, unpacking isn’t so bad,” and I’d have to agree. I’m just starting to go through all my shit, deciding what to keep, what to discard, and what to burn in effigy. Records and magazines are proving to be major stumbling blocks (as are the stubling blocks I keep stumbling over), but I’m assuming that gee to the oh-deezy will intervene with one of his so-called “acts” and save the day.
A few things I’ve noticed about myself in this process:
1. Need to dust more.
2. After four years dealing with a half-ass, corner-cutting landlord, I have a strong desire to leave unflushed number twos in both of the toilets when I leave.
3. I have too much stuff.
4. Nobody will take my gaming chair. The thing costs $1800 (I didn’t buy it, but it does), and I literally can’t give it away.
5. I was about to rent Miguel’s old room to a 21 year-old Swiss soon-to-be supermodel, but she got sick and is going back to Switzerland. Not even kidding.
6. Bulgogi fucks me up. Is there MSG in that action?
Went to Apple today, which was relatively uneventful, aside from something that happened on the drive down to Cupertino (which took an hour and an effing half, by the way). So I’m driving along, just leaving the city, and I realize I need to get over a couple of lanes to get on the 101 South. We’re in stop-and-go traffic, and I signal to get over, with plenty of space between myself and the car behind me. As I’m changing lanes, the woman behind me, driving a gold Pontiac and chatting her balls off into her cellphone–for a reason beyond my comprehension–speeds up and tries to prevent me from getting in, nearly smacking into me in the process (keep in mind that traffic barely moving at this point.) So I hand signal to her, “Yo, what the fuck, beyotch?” And in a return hand signal she’s all, “I’m an evil cunt! Fuck you!”
Summary up until this point: this lady came within inches of hitting me, it pissed me off.
So a few minutes later, we finally start moving again. It’s raining fairly hard at this point; a few more minutes pass, and I’ve lost track of the Pontiac that had been the focus of my scorn. As I’m driving along I see a car just ahead in the lane next to me slam violently into the car in front of it, totaling half of each vehicle in the process. And as I’m driving by, I notice that the car that got rear-ended was, in fact, the same damn gold Pontiac. And in what felt like slow motion, I drove right past the driver’s window — through which I could see the Evil Lady of Death sitting there, cackling away. Freaking karma chameleons and shit, dog.
Point of the story? I want this.
have feelings too
the millitary is hooked up
fake an ipod
best thing i’ve ever seen: watch me
you ever done saw
on the speech given by david jaffe at the recent DICE videogame conference: gamasutra
i can identify with this:
“I have days where I feel that games really can be something else,” says Jaffe. “I have moments in games where I generally feel that these things can be the next great entertainment medium, and then other days I say you know what, it is like the porn business.â€
is going to be the business. here are two more reasons why: article
is about to be fully wi-fi enabled
would be the word to describe this
i iz moving to LA on or before march 12th. time to buy a bathing suit/air purifier.
for your domepiece:
By Nadav Shragai
A Hamas Web site recently published the videotape wills of two suicide bombers, with two main messages: One is directed to the Jews whose blood Hamas pledges to drink until they flee from the land of the Muslims, and the other is devoted to a mother who helps her son plan a suicide attack, according to Palestinian Media Watch, which presents the video shown on the Hamas site after its victory in the Palestinian parliamentary elections.
The video shows Idham Ahmed Majila and Maumin Rajab Rajab, who blew themselves up at the Karni crossing at the end of 2004. “My message to the hated Jews: There is no God but Allah,” Majala says. “We will hunt you everywhere, when you wake and when you sleep. We are a blood-drinking people and we know that there is no better blood than Jewish blood.
“We will not leave you alone until we quench ourselves with your blood and we will quench the thirst of our children with your blood. We will not rest until you leave the lands of the Muslims.”
Rajab, the second terrorist, says: “By the life of Allah, we will destroy you. We will blow you up. We will take our revenge on you. We will purify our land of you, pigs, who have defiled our land. By the life of Allah, we will take our vengeance. We are carrying out this operation as harsh revenge against the sons of monkeys and pigs.”
The video also shows a good-bye scene between mother and son as he gets ready to leave for the attack, with the mother helping him put on the explosive vest. In the background is a song, “O beloved mother, my mother. Don’t cry for us.”
thanks mark
of a futuristic motorbike
good quote from UK rapper Ricochet Klashnekoff:
“Society promotes unattainable wealth. They pump it in our face, 24/7. It breeds frustration, desperation, and misguided values.”
i agree.