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Archive for December, 2008

lets get drunk and then bitch about how bright the sun is

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

The Times cheered me up with this nifty little article of common myths, including the ‘hangover cure’.

I’m still hesitant to believe that, though. A bottle of water or gatorade before I go to sleep (If I’m not completely shit-faced) and a couple cups of strong, hot, boozey coffee first thing in the morning (and maybe some excedrin) has always seemed to clear the fuzz up and return me to a functional state. Eating before going to bed while drunk is also a good way to prevent gut-rot, and possibly the beer-shits too.

Then again, I rarely get pissy these days. It’s not exactly the best condition to pickup chicks in, and I certainly like to drive myself home at the end of the night.


The coolest stop-motion animation you’ll see this year.

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

I am dumbfounded by the magnitude of this cartoon.


pretty much sums it up, I think…

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008


I think the internet is so bloody amazing

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

The internet has even developed its own Discordian-esque philosophy from the fallout of the Cuil Search Engine: Cuil Theory.

Using Cuil levels to describe entheogenic experiences might be appropriate, despite the lack of technicality when compared to say, the Shuglin scales.


Let’s call it Fear

Monday, December 15th, 2008

This is why free-market libertarians are seen as evil.

This guy collected a whole mess of snarky reviews about The Day The Earth Stood Still. This guy at The Stranger also reviewed it, although much more hilariously. Although, truth be told, I liked the original. Both movies are preachy and have iffy bits. Whatever, they’re entertaining.

I won’t bother to pull up any more crap -I read a whole mess of stuff that made me double over with fear and loathing earlier today, while I was plodding through a dreary slop of paperwork. The truth is, I can’t help but vomit in my mouth a little bit when I see how depraved and weak-willed our society is. It’s as if the populace is reaching for the tit well into adolescence. This is when it comes to sex, the environment, economics, politics, culture, fashion, etc., etc.

But personal responsibility and individualism are somehow passe and evil, despite the fact that they are virtues in men. I don’t get it. It’s cool to be scared of, and bend to the will of big, faceless universal forces: like the weather, or god, or the government. And I’m trying to piece it all together, this sad state of affairs in which we pander to whomever seems like they’ll rub our collective bellies. I guess that’s why I started this thing: to document the horror of this place. It’s a fine place to be material-wise. Even most homeless people eat well enough. But there is some serious mental sickness going on here, and I’m pretty sure it’s not the fact that big, faceless corporations are being mean.

People are scared that the universe is a cold, heartless place. That they don’t have souls. That there is no after life and that their morals really don’t matter. People are scared that what they have is not important. Yet, despite this, they continue to push for egalitarianism across the whole spectrum of human existence: make it easier for the poor, the stupid and the weak. That sort of mentality allows shit to float, and leads to disaster for everyone. We’ve been headed this way for quite some time, but it’s speeding up.


what made me laugh today

Thursday, December 11th, 2008

I certainly lol’d at this… in fact, I haven’t been quite this amused in several days.


If they had done this when I was fifteen… man, the possibilities!

Wednesday, December 10th, 2008

Study Reports Anal Sex on Rise Among Teens

I will remain silent on this, for reasons that need not be spoken. I am laughing in my office at work and disrupting the clients, though.


if things were much crazier around here, i would have neglected to use foul language in front of your mother.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2008

UCLA Phonetics Lab Archives. I like this, a lot.

I had more to post, but I ran into some issues involving women, booze, studying and otherwise boring problems involving cash. I’m sick, been very drunk lately and have nearly managed to miss one of my finals already this week. I promise I’ll post a whole mess of shit later, but for now, it’s nyquil & beer induced sleep for me. In the meantime, a haiku:

some nyquil and beer
on a chilly fall evening
… crazy fucking dreams!


Ye ‘Old Monday crapfest

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

This is illegal. So is this. Just so we’re clear: you don’t have a right to chicken. It’s a privilege. Groping people without their consent is just wrong, though. Without their consent, that is.

Now, this bothers me, on the other hand. As someone who has been in the military, I can tell you that this is a poor idea. Soldiers are not the same as police officers, and do not have the same -as loathe as I am to say it -sense of ‘compassion’ that the police do. Soldiers are trained, for the most part, to kill. Military Police, if they’re on a base security track rather than the field track, are for the most part just like your average cop. Non-combat arms guys are laid back, but like any soldier, generally follows orders. And they’ve all seen the movies where the compassionate soldier lets the sick girl through the gate, leading to the end of the world. They don’t want to be that guy. I would recommend watching The Siege, and thinking about military presence on US soil. Imagine soldiers with loaded rifles on the street corners. I feel less safe, if only because soldiers can easily turn into thugs. Join the Army and go on a deployment if you don’t believe me.

10 Reasons to be Anti-Social. The hilarity builds to a crescendo, and hits on several points that very boring people will constantly bring up about their dull and shitty lives. These people are just assholes. This list basically encompasses everything I don’t like about certain people. I happen to be quite intelligent (and aside from that statement, more or less humble about it most of the time), but I crave human interaction -the more fucked up the better, most of the time. Human interaction can be, despite the sometime horror associated, worth having simply because of what you learn. I know I’m prattling on about some dumb tumblr post, but whatever. And this is coming from someone who generally spends several hours in solitude per day. Perhaps what people need is balance, not advice from the internet, but who knows.

Old Dominion’s Old Barrel Stout is kinda tasty. Vanilla and coffee tones. I like it and recommend it.


Weekend roundup: my life is awesome

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008

To begin with, there was much beer, turkey and what-have-you on Wednesday and Thursday. And lunatics to share it all with.

Friday I boiled some Epena (Virola Elongata) bark down into a tea that had mild but pleasant effects. My scale is currently being held hostage elsewhere, so dosage was awkward and resulted in the mild effects. After consuming said tea and waiting a sufficient period of time, we ate and went to the pub because nothing had happened. As soon as I ordered a beer and started drinking it, things started getting a little weird. I took my beer outside and sat in the 50’ish degree rainy weather instead of the hot, loud and crowded bar. I managed to drive us home after an hour of hanging around downtown. Then I laid in bed with my thoughts and awoke the next day extremely refreshed. (Epena contains mostly 5meO-DMT with some trace N,N-DMT. I also mixed in some Syrian Rue for MAOI.)

I saw The Drownout and The Blackline on Saturday. One of my good friends promotes shows and booked it. The Blackline opened, and before they even hit the stage she says to me, “This first band is like 17. They’re dad is right over there.” Seventeen they might be, but they’re very entertaining. The acustics in the place is kind of poor. The kid on the drums was amazing. The Drownout was just really, really, really good. They’re set was high-energy, loud and fun. I was kind of reminded of Coheed & Cambria and Sparta. And their keyboardist also busts out a keytar for a few of the songs, which is always welcome in my book.

Sunday I saw Avenged Sevenfold, Buckcherry and Shinedown. Saving Abel played too, but I got there after they were done. Buckcherry is as faggoty as you might expect them to be. Shinedown had good stage presence, but all the performance kind of washed the music out -which was mediocre to begin with. Fuck posturing during a show. Just fucking play. That’s basically what A7x did, with a short pause to say hi or whatever -they cut their set in half and bailed early, too, after playing a few of their more popular songs. I guess I just don’t listen to them that much. I have “Waking the Fallen” from whenever they started to get big in the punk scene. They put on a really good show, still. I can’t argue with it.

If this blog were anonymous, there would be some much more entertaining anecdotes to accompany each day. However, I defer to not offending those who made the weekend truly entertaining. Except Marty. I’ll call Marty out because he fried the thanksgiving turkey.