Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
David the Gnome had the thankless job of unearthing the secrets of the magical burning stick..
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
Trying to deserve if this little creepster deserves a medal or a open-palmed slap in the face.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Everything Zen, Everything Zen (I Don't Think So)
Hello, Internet. This one's a bit lengthy.
Over the past, say, 6 months, I've skipped across a spectrum of mind-states concerning things of the romantic/relationship nature. From apathy to pathetic pining to what I had recently attained and labeled as a zen-like state. I became completely alright with being single. Not so much a "woo hoo!" but rather a "this isn't exactly the end of the world and things will happen when they may." Because it's true. Despite what people will tell you, being single is not the most horrible fate in the world. There are times it's not the most preferable in light of the fact we're always looking for that person, but it's not agony.
And then I met this girl last weekend. Since minute one I've kept myself in check, reminding myself with a "we'll see" in an attempt to sway the typical mind numbing excitement that comes with meeting a new interest. You know the one I'm talking about. The kind that disables you to see the forest for the trees, opening yourself to be blindsided when things blow up in your face.
You see, that's virtually all I've known for nearly three years, which is how long it's been since Becca and I broke up. It's been one car crash after another. So, I reached the point of "Fuck this, I'm going to walk (or at the very least find another mode of transportation."
Enter the new girl.
I find things looking to go my way moreso than the have for a very long time. A fury of text messaging, seeing one another when our hectic, and oft times conflicting, schedules. But she was in an odd mood Wednesday night (well, very early Thurs morning), and since then, she's seem a bit more distant and the texting has been much less frequent. Now, clearly, she may have reached an extremely busy point as her schedule is something that Chinese Water Torturers thought excessive. But, despite my recent centered views on everything and my faux devil may care attitude, a familiar voice in the back of my head pops back up suggesting her interest in me has waned.
And that little fucker's persuasive too. Not only that, I have some odd little quirks when I begin seeing (or getting to know, or whatever) someone. I have a lot of mental reservations that keep my from fully committing to somethings and disable me from performing other. They're little mental landmines I seem to have developed over the years that I think are meant to be well meaning defense mechanisms to slow me down a tad so I don't get hurt (because I do that well enough on my own). The downside of this comes in the fact that someone like this girl, see them as either disinterest or them doing something wrong, which couldn't be further than the truth. The thing is, once I'm Myles 100%, things are great. No one tends to be willing to wait to figure that out though.
Let's not forget the girl in question. She's in an odd place right now. Meeting people to see if there's anyone she likes who likes her back. And I totally get where she's coming from. She had a long term relationship turn on her and broke her heart. She's rebuilding and re-evaluating things, and she has every right to. She is by no means the typical "antagonist" when someone complains about the opposite sex. The girl's been dealt a lot of awful hands and it's not at all her fault. She's actually a really fucking amazing person.
I just happen to find myself in the position of liking this girl and wanting a chance to try to make things a bit more better for her. Not to mention my awful luck in matters of the heart. So tell me something good.
I know I whine, but I really haven't relayed this to anyone except my confidant and virtual twin brother, Brandon. It's just a moment of weakness, really. I'm not trying to read too much into anything, but three years of falling flat on my face have taught me to be cautious, perhaps to a fault. So I'm trying to keep that in mind.
We'll see. I just don't want to be disappointed again.
On the subject of Brandon, after a dozen false starts and procrastination, I firmly believe this is the year we start making music.
It won't be the monumentous concept band we've been plotting for over a year. No, that's going to take a backburner for the time being. It's a good thing to. I want it to be awesome, and with our procrastination and me lack of skills at the moment, it just wouldn't mesh.
We want to make something we want to listen to. Stripped down pop-punk and rock music we love and grew up listening to. Nothing complicated. Just rock n' roll. I think it's best for a first project as it allows us to get out feet wet and develop a sound that we could use in something else.
I couldn't think of a better partner than Brandon to work with. We're very much in tune with one another and we're loyal like brothers. We keep each other in check and i know he'd have my back. He can play most instruments, so with recording in mind, we won't need other band members for the time being, which would give up time to hook up with another like minded person. I'd probably take vocal duties even though I'm not much of a singer, but that's okay. With 90's era pop-punk, and even now if you don't consider Fall Out Boy/New Found Glory and their sound alikes, you don't really have to be.
We just want to play music, have fun, and have a collaborative creative outlet. Not looking to smash bigs maybe become local faves, but nothing too fancy. If something wonderful stems from that, then all the better.
That's all for now. You may go. Thanks for listening, Internet.
Over the past, say, 6 months, I've skipped across a spectrum of mind-states concerning things of the romantic/relationship nature. From apathy to pathetic pining to what I had recently attained and labeled as a zen-like state. I became completely alright with being single. Not so much a "woo hoo!" but rather a "this isn't exactly the end of the world and things will happen when they may." Because it's true. Despite what people will tell you, being single is not the most horrible fate in the world. There are times it's not the most preferable in light of the fact we're always looking for that person, but it's not agony.
And then I met this girl last weekend. Since minute one I've kept myself in check, reminding myself with a "we'll see" in an attempt to sway the typical mind numbing excitement that comes with meeting a new interest. You know the one I'm talking about. The kind that disables you to see the forest for the trees, opening yourself to be blindsided when things blow up in your face.
You see, that's virtually all I've known for nearly three years, which is how long it's been since Becca and I broke up. It's been one car crash after another. So, I reached the point of "Fuck this, I'm going to walk (or at the very least find another mode of transportation."
Enter the new girl.
I find things looking to go my way moreso than the have for a very long time. A fury of text messaging, seeing one another when our hectic, and oft times conflicting, schedules. But she was in an odd mood Wednesday night (well, very early Thurs morning), and since then, she's seem a bit more distant and the texting has been much less frequent. Now, clearly, she may have reached an extremely busy point as her schedule is something that Chinese Water Torturers thought excessive. But, despite my recent centered views on everything and my faux devil may care attitude, a familiar voice in the back of my head pops back up suggesting her interest in me has waned.
And that little fucker's persuasive too. Not only that, I have some odd little quirks when I begin seeing (or getting to know, or whatever) someone. I have a lot of mental reservations that keep my from fully committing to somethings and disable me from performing other. They're little mental landmines I seem to have developed over the years that I think are meant to be well meaning defense mechanisms to slow me down a tad so I don't get hurt (because I do that well enough on my own). The downside of this comes in the fact that someone like this girl, see them as either disinterest or them doing something wrong, which couldn't be further than the truth. The thing is, once I'm Myles 100%, things are great. No one tends to be willing to wait to figure that out though.
Let's not forget the girl in question. She's in an odd place right now. Meeting people to see if there's anyone she likes who likes her back. And I totally get where she's coming from. She had a long term relationship turn on her and broke her heart. She's rebuilding and re-evaluating things, and she has every right to. She is by no means the typical "antagonist" when someone complains about the opposite sex. The girl's been dealt a lot of awful hands and it's not at all her fault. She's actually a really fucking amazing person.
I just happen to find myself in the position of liking this girl and wanting a chance to try to make things a bit more better for her. Not to mention my awful luck in matters of the heart. So tell me something good.
I know I whine, but I really haven't relayed this to anyone except my confidant and virtual twin brother, Brandon. It's just a moment of weakness, really. I'm not trying to read too much into anything, but three years of falling flat on my face have taught me to be cautious, perhaps to a fault. So I'm trying to keep that in mind.
We'll see. I just don't want to be disappointed again.
On the subject of Brandon, after a dozen false starts and procrastination, I firmly believe this is the year we start making music.
It won't be the monumentous concept band we've been plotting for over a year. No, that's going to take a backburner for the time being. It's a good thing to. I want it to be awesome, and with our procrastination and me lack of skills at the moment, it just wouldn't mesh.
We want to make something we want to listen to. Stripped down pop-punk and rock music we love and grew up listening to. Nothing complicated. Just rock n' roll. I think it's best for a first project as it allows us to get out feet wet and develop a sound that we could use in something else.
I couldn't think of a better partner than Brandon to work with. We're very much in tune with one another and we're loyal like brothers. We keep each other in check and i know he'd have my back. He can play most instruments, so with recording in mind, we won't need other band members for the time being, which would give up time to hook up with another like minded person. I'd probably take vocal duties even though I'm not much of a singer, but that's okay. With 90's era pop-punk, and even now if you don't consider Fall Out Boy/New Found Glory and their sound alikes, you don't really have to be.
We just want to play music, have fun, and have a collaborative creative outlet. Not looking to smash bigs maybe become local faves, but nothing too fancy. If something wonderful stems from that, then all the better.
That's all for now. You may go. Thanks for listening, Internet.
Good Morning, Internets
These two are taken from a little comic strip called Tundra. It seems geared towards one off silliness like Non Sequitur and Mother Goose and Grimm. Not the absolutely best thing on the 'net, but worth a chuckle.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
Days like this I wonder if anyone bothers to check what's printed onto signs. More than likely, there's a clandestine group of writers who come up with subtle yet mildly inappropriate signs just to see if anyone's paying attention, because the editors clearly aren't.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
Temptation on wheels...
And a bit of bad taste for my xbox loving friends: "If World War II Was A 30 Game"
And a bit of bad taste for my xbox loving friends: "If World War II Was A 30 Game"
Monday, April 14, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
News of the Day
"A Fleshlight Turned Into an Input Device Lets You Control Your Computer By Fucking It"
"The guy at SlashDong decided to take a Fleshlight and make it into an input device for his computer. The whole setup costs about $100ish, and consists of a cap replacement for the Fleshlight, a control box, a rubber tube, and a USB cable. Oh, and an actual sex game to use it with. You didn't think you could use this to Photoshop, did you?
The end result, after programming the computer to think that this makeshift device is a mouse, is that you can use your wang to simulate having sex with a woman on screen. Of course, it's an incredibly ugly woman with 1995-era graphics, but it corresponds to your penile motions. Is this a revolution in sexual computing? Are we going to see more of these devices in the future? We think yes."
Penis Chamber: Check
110 volt Socket? Check
Wires leading indirectly from 110 volt socket to Penis Chamber? Check.
What could possibly go wrong?
Welcome to your future.
http://gizmodo.com/378314/a-fleshlight-turned-into-an-input-device-lets-you-control-your-computer-by-fucking-it
"The guy at SlashDong decided to take a Fleshlight and make it into an input device for his computer. The whole setup costs about $100ish, and consists of a cap replacement for the Fleshlight, a control box, a rubber tube, and a USB cable. Oh, and an actual sex game to use it with. You didn't think you could use this to Photoshop, did you?
The end result, after programming the computer to think that this makeshift device is a mouse, is that you can use your wang to simulate having sex with a woman on screen. Of course, it's an incredibly ugly woman with 1995-era graphics, but it corresponds to your penile motions. Is this a revolution in sexual computing? Are we going to see more of these devices in the future? We think yes."
Penis Chamber: Check
110 volt Socket? Check
Wires leading indirectly from 110 volt socket to Penis Chamber? Check.
What could possibly go wrong?
Welcome to your future.
http://gizmodo.com/378314/a-fleshlight-turned-into-an-input-device-lets-you-control-your-computer-by-fucking-it
Good Morning, Internets
I think I just make Friday a day where I post webcomics or something. I always feel a bit off for doing it. But few people know what's out there outside of the print world. We'll see. Everyone's encouraged to send me suggested webcomics. And before everyone bombards me..YES, I've read Happiness and Cyanide, and yes, it's amusing. There. Lost about half of my suggestions right there.
The first of today's offerings is from a webcomic called xkcd: "A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language."
The second is actually something I found using Stumble Upon. It's part of www.unowen.net, but I haven't found the comic part yet, if there is one. Of course, I've had all of three minutes of time to try. About 4 of you will find this hilarious. I did.
The first of today's offerings is from a webcomic called xkcd: "A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language."
The second is actually something I found using Stumble Upon. It's part of www.unowen.net, but I haven't found the comic part yet, if there is one. Of course, I've had all of three minutes of time to try. About 4 of you will find this hilarious. I did.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Good Morning, Internets
Occasionally, I still come across a few "motivational" posters that make me chuckle. This is one of them.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Hmmm....
I find it disheartening that I'm a complete stranger most of those who call me"best friend."
Change. Needed.
Change. Needed.
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