Sorry everyone, I’ve had to give in and put advertising on my page. I’ll be using google ads, and in text ads.

I know, I’ve sold out. But, I’m poor, and I need pretty much any extra money I can get at the moment. So, I appologise, but, as they say, money makes the world go round. As Jerry Mulligan says in An American in Paris ‘I ain’t got any, and when you ain’t got any, it takes on a curious significance!’

Tybee Pier

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I have a few posts about the weirdness of pregnancy.  I was trying to think of a male point-of-view-type-thing where it looks like it’s hard on us too.

I went through all the unoriginal stuff in my head: I have to do more house work, I have to build a nursery, I have to put up with the mood swings, etc.  But those aren’t very funny or original.  I try to be, if not one, then the other (but rarely both).

So I started to look at it from a more serious perspective: sex is different now because we used sex as a means to an end and since the end has arrived, the means mean something else.  But feeling sorry for myself isn’t really my style, and it’s not very good writing either (who wants to read a whole page on “there’s no more passion in our lives”?)

So I tried one last attempt by merging the funny with the sex; I don’t usually do dirty jokes, but I thought I might give it a shot.  I started to think of various not-so-dirty pregnant jokes, and that’s when it hit me:

Men are freaks.

See, the female vision of the perfect man really hasn’t changed much in a few hundred years; he’s fairly chiseled, rich, and a good father.  The male vision of the perfect woman keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Long ago, according to art historians, the perfect version of a woman was robust.  She had strong arms and legs and wide hips and a little bit o’ chunk on her.  Basically, our (the male) vision of a woman was that she was pregnant.  Now days it’s all sorts of crazy.

Apparently we like them wet as well. I looked up "perfect woman" on a search engine and the entire first page was ladies in water.

We want her lips red and big, like she’s horny all the time.  We want her eyes to be bag-less and free of thought, like she’s an idiot who gets a lot of sleep.  We want her arms to be tiny, like she’s weak and needs some protection.  We want her to have virtually no nose, like she’s a cartoon character.  We want her to have some sort of sunken-in face, like she’s depriving herself of food.  We want her to have no waist, like she’s perpetually 16.  We want her to have no body hair anywhere, like she’s perpetually 8.  Finally, we want her to have gigantic, yet somehow perky, breasts, like she’s pregnant.

I don’t know about you, but I think this is pretty sick.  What this says to me is that if I found a perfect shining example of each of those traits – someone with the perfect no-nose or the perfect vacant stare – that I would try and have sex with a nympho, a cognitively impaired lady, a quadriplegic, Sailor Moon, someone who survived a concentration camp, two children, and a preggo.

That’s messed up.

A few months back I started sending myself personal emails from work to remind myself what to write in my blog that evening. I have never once actually written anything that I’ve sent to myself. I decided to list those emails now and attempt to decipher them.I’ll also throw in all the links that I sent to myself for later research and enjoyment.

3-1-09 – http://www.donatingplasma.org/search/default.aspx?ZIP=63129

Apparently I was feeling generous.

3-9-09 – http://theswampbbs.com/300m/plugchange/default.html

I do my own car repairs and yes, I successfully changed the plugs.

6-10-09 – This day I actually sent myself a word document with a big fat list. I guess I was feeling really ambitious. Topics:

Samuel  L. Jackson reprising the role of Nick Fury in Iron Man 2. I might actually discuss this one.

My grandpa’s marriage and the price of propane. There is no correlation. But the price of propane to heat a house is retarded. My grandpa is old.

Today’s lunch topics.

How much I masturbate. I have carpal tunnel from it. Seriously, it’s like 3-6 times a day.

Roommate’s boyfriend looking at porn on my computer. Haha, he looked like an idiot when he realized that I could actually access his history. he was looking for big titted MILFs. My roommate is a small girl with barely any boobs.

Queefing (sp?) after sex. Farting in your sleep. Both things I hate and both have happened to me more than once. The queef, well, that just can’t be avoided. But the farting in your sleep… One time I woke myself up and then instantly froze praying that my boyfriend hadn’t heard. I think he did.

Foreplay in the shower followed by a sandwich and no sex. One of my friend’s unfortunate experience. Seriously though, what guy chooses a sandwich over sex???

The amount of sex you get from a boy after you break up with him. Post break-up sex is pretty damn good.

How I can’t keep a secret. Seriously, my life is an open book. There are probably way too many things that people shouldn’t know about me. Now if it’s your secret, well, it’s safe with me. Trust me, I’ve told you something I shouldn’t have and now you have blackmail against me.

Patty Cake’s email. I don’t know what that was.

Mr. Awesome’s email. I also don’t know what that was.

Link to literal translation video. Hehe, here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj-x9ygQEGA

Audio book. Uh, no idea.

Song stuck in my head: Turn around Bright Eyes. Hehe

Mcboobs shoving ice into her sport bottle. Damn science. This was so funny, she’s like, Oh I wish there was a way for this ice not to melt. I told her about this awesome invention called the ‘freezer’.

Searched on google images: Manpris and I-Ninja

6-11-09 -

Really want to see across the universe again. It’s a pretty damn good movie but I’m not sure that I needed to blog about it.

Thinking about my friend Nate who hung himself in Forest Park. He sent me a video on myspace just hours prior to his death. The video he sent to me was ‘I get by with a little help from my friends’. I don’t know why he did that and it haunts me everyday.

Winner for the Susan G Komen raffle got a backpack, nothing fancy. He should have gotten a bra. It was a raffle at work.

My big pen and why I bought it. It’s fricken huge. It makes my hands feel so tiny. It’s not a damn dildo!

7-1-09 – How are you? Really? I just asked myself a question?? Where the hel was I going with this??

7-6-09 -

Dear hate

It started with the god damned mouse then it moved to the fucking birthdays, the portal, my badge and the fucking desk. I know it will move on into traffic and god only knows what it will be when I get home then drop the kids off and eventually try to fall asleep. Stupid day. Man, I was bitter that day.

7-21-09 – http://www.strangeplaces.net/weirdthings/haiku.html

This one is pretty awesome.

Ok, I’m bored of this now. I’ll post the rest later.

Merry Christmas!

I have to share this with you all. On Sirius XM’s Opie and Anthony Show, this guy performed a rendition of Radiohead’s creep. He’s a homeless man, with probably the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard. His name is Daniel Mustard, and he was a reletively well off guy, who sank into depression and became homeless after some people close to him died. He puts so much emotion into the things he sings, he’s truly amazing. Here’s hoping 2010 will be the year for him, and we’ll see another Susan Boyle type fairy tale.

So, if you haven’t already heard him, here is Daniel (his performance name is ‘Homeless Mustard) with his rendition of Creep. it’s make your spine tingle.

What?  Down South?  Isn’t this a blog about Michigan?

Yes, it is, but we have to throw some curveballs every now and again.  We traveled the Jewel of the South to visit my family in Savannah, GA.  The whole fam is here.  Brother, Sister, Mom, Dad, kids.  One full house.  It has been three years since either of us has been back to this beach-front town.  Lots of new shops to explore, restaurants to test out, streets to roam.  Old friends to see, parks to lay in, beaches to walk.  Tomorrow is the day we get to do all that.

Today is the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus.  Merry Christmas!

Ah Christmas, an excuse to shovel as much food as possible down yourself, and give and get wonderful gifts! What a fun time! I hope everyone has a good one this year!

People always say Christmas is for the kids, but I’m lucky enough (small family!) to be having a completely kid-free Christmas, so, no screaming, no kids table, no ungrateful whingers crying over the wrong Barbie, just me, my mum, my dad, and my boyfriend. We’re having a Russian pork loin roll with stuffing, that me and my dad are making. I’ll publish the recipe tomorrow, or the day after for you. It’s amazingly yummy! My mum is a veggie, so she’s having a nut roast, I think. I’ve gotten some good gifts for people, although not as much as I normally get, because I’m hella poor this year, on account of having no job, and a sick pet, and a nonrefundable holiday I need to save spending money for.

I’ve been a bit apathetic about Christmas this year, to be honest. Last year was wonderful. My partner and I were living together in a great little flat, with out many pets, and we had a great time of it. This year, I’m back with my parents, and regardless of the money issue, I’m not likely to move back in with the boyfriend for quite some time, if ever. Long story short, he’s not sure about living together anymore, leaving me with two options: throwing away an otherwise good relationship, or waiting indefinately for him. Either way, I feel bad. Lame, huh? On top of that, Frogglett is worrying the hell out of me, I’m unemployed, and I know what I’m getting off everyone, pretty much. Holiday money, and suitcase etc. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that people are helping me out with my Asia-Australia trip, but knowing what you’re getting does take the edge off Christmas somewhat.

But, I’m trying to be positive. Next year will bring many good things. For starters, my trip. I’m going to be hitting Laos, Malaysia, and Australia, taking 2 1/2 overall! I can’t wait! Secondly, now I’m 18, I can get jobs easier. I can sign up at a temp agency, do night shifts, and (what I’m probably going to do) get a job on one of those premium rate sex phone lines. Once I’ve got a job, I’m going to get a council house, hopefully. Another thing I’m planning to do is learn the trumpet. I’ve always loved jazz music, and I’ve always wanted to play the trumpet, so I’m going to give it ago!

I hope everyone had a great 2009, and I hope your Christmasses are wonderful too. Good luck for 2010, I’m sure we’ll all have a blast!

Before I go, I’d just like to say, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and Happy-every-other-winter-time-holiday!

i was just finishing my Philip Bloom blog-post-”adulation” … as i reconsidered: “actually …how the hell i got into video dslr’s ?!”
… well it was October 2009, i just got on vimeo & twitter and in kinda coincidence i got a hint on a webside called canonfilmmakers

this was my fist peek / notice on the 7D:

this is Jon Connor holding his (at this time) new Canon 7D – package in his hand(s)…
this is literally the fist impression i got on Jon & the 7D … fist thought … besides “boy, he has to shave”  …“why is he so excited ?”

…well i read his “Canon 7D: My First Impressions” and as he is always surrounded by cristina valdivieso i ended up – a few days later or so – on the vimeo page Canon 7D Field Test:

my comment on that: “stunning !!! a stills cam !!!”
… well i heard of some video-shooting going on with still-cameras… just hadn’t seen footage till this point in time (at least not that i was aware of)

so after that in invested some research time and at some point i got to Philip Bloom …
and there you go …

since that i had some serious discussions with my co-workers/co-founders and our DP and local filmmakers … about to use a canon-dslr for some of our next projects (as i mentioned before) and certainly i watched a lot of cool Video-DSLR stuff since then …

so i got excited too

so now (after x-mas) i’ll have to find a rental-house to do some actual test-shootings with our DP … to see who this works for us and how this can fit into the budgets … and so on.
now i guess i have to thank cristina, jon and philip for opening my mind a bit
so … thanks a lot guys!

some final thoughts, tho’:
in the end actually it’s not that important what camera we use … i still like the footage that comes out of the XH-A1, which we use all the time lately. it is the story/concept/idea you have / want to tell … it is the right voice … a great music / sound…the talent of the DP “behind” the camera … the whole package -  so to say … that matters the most

… but i also have to say again: the footage you can get out of this DSLR’s is really great !

Why do I even bother trying to read women’s magazines anymore? Today’s rag was New (I think… they’re all the same), and of course, the front cover was all about how ‘Christmas is all about teh kids!11!!1′. We had some chick of GMTV with her new baby, and some girl from X Factor (the UK version of American Idol) talking about how great it it is to be back with her kid.

Let me fill you in on the X Factor woman. Basically, she popped one out at 17, and is a single mum. Then, she went on the X Factor, and spent every second whinging about missing her kid. You know what lady? Kid has to come first. You kept him, you have to spend time with him. If you don’t want to be apart from him, don’t bugger off on the x Factor for ages. I’m pretty sure she’ll be pulling the same selfish bullshit when the X Factor tour kicks off.

The other lady is a presenter on the morning news type show called GMTV. It’s pretty naff, I don’t watch it. But anyway, Kate Garraway has dropped a sprog, and, as she has a collumn in this particular magazine, we get to hear alll about the thing. Don’t get me wrong, she’s always struck me as a pretty decent parent. However, talking about ‘how exiting his first Christmas will be’ and dressing him up as an elf/reindeer/tiny santa/gingerbread man is pathetic. Is the wee thing going to give a damn about Christmas? Of course not. He’s going to do the same thing he does every day. Suck on a tit and crap his pants. He won’t remember a damn second of it. The entire day (dress up included) is designed for Mumsy to feel good. She is motivated by selfishness, yet has convinced herself ‘it’s all for the baby’. Very sad. All that’s going to happen is the poor thing is going to grow up, get a girlfriend, and have his mum show her pictures of him dressed as an elf. Wonderful.

This magazine is a real breederfest. We get Peter Andre’s ‘parenting’ collumn, we get constant references to everyone as ‘miss x, mother of 2′ regardless of what the article is about, and pretty much every interview the do, regardless of the topic, contains the question ’so, when are you going to get married and have kids?’. Sickening..

On a semi-related note, congratulations to Rage Against the Machine for getting the UK Christmas number one, and beating Joe McSomethingorother from the X Factor. I contributed, as did many friends of mine, and we can’t wait for the concert!

I’m always working on my house.

Mostly because it’s a POS.

My latest endeavor involves redoing the guest bathroom (which, up until I put the new shower in our bathroom, was our bathroom).

I didn't decorate it. I just built it. Click to enlarge

See how the walls are almost two-toned? That's so you can't see all the places I screwed up. Click to enlarge.

The stoner/idiot who owned this house before me put vinyl coverings on all the walls.  When you first think about it, it makes sense.  You can easily clean it, you’ll never have to paint it – it’s almost like going from cedar siding to vinyl siding.  But, just like vinyl siding, it’s a bitch to mess with.

I thought it would be easy: simply prime over top of the vinyl, fill in any cracks with compound, and paint to the desired color (or, if you’re Canadian, “colour”).  Nope.

See, vinyl is glued on, meaning if the guy who glued it did a shitty job, then anything you do to that wall will look shitty as well.  I had to fill in the cracks with compound, then prime it; the primer shrunk, which shrunk the vinyl, which pulled the vinyl away from the walls leaving me with a huge mess to clean up.  I actually tore off certain sections of the wall so I could properly mud and prime it.  It would’ve been easier to put new sheetrock over the old crap.

What started out as a long weekend project ended up taking a couple months.

I couple posts ago I talked about “pregnancy brain,” where the woman’s brain isn’t getting everything that it needs, so their decisions aren’t a clearly-thought-out as normal.  Here’s a good example:

We had a big snowstorm; it wasn’t clear whether I had to work the next morning.  The Wife drives about an hour to work; her parents live half-way between here and there.  Her suggestion was – to save time and gas because of the snowy road conditions – to stay the night at her parents’ house.  This means that:

1. We have to take two cars out there.
2. I’ll have to drive home on snowy conditions where I otherwise wouldn’t have to leave the house.
3. I’ll have to pack work clothes and non-work attire
4. We’ll have to pack phone chargers
5. We’ll have to pack overnight supplies
6. We’ll have to bring the dog and all of his things
7. We’ll have to plan what to do with the dog in case I have to go in to work
8. We’ll have to bring dinner since her parents never have food
9. Given the already snowy conditions and it being nighttime, it will take use approximately 45 minutes to get there
10. The Wife gets to sleep in 30 minutes

I would say she didn’t think it through.  But she’s lovably round so I didn’t say anything.

The Wife is pregnant.  

No, we don’t know if it’s a boy or girl yet.

No, she’s not as big as a house.

No, she doesn’t have cravings.

No, she isn’t super-horny.

Now that we have the ridiculous questions out of the way (those are the questions I hear from men.  The questions I hear from women aren’t really questions.  They usually go, “Do you know the sex?WhenIwaspregnantIgot…”), I can get to my point: Did you know that women have symptoms that sound absolutely ridiculous?  Stuff that makes sense but I never even thought about until I lived with someone living through it?

For instance, The Wife is exhausted all the time.  It’s not a general sleepiness or a feeling of being up a little too late; she’s absolutely exhausted.  She falls asleep when she’s supposed to get up, she falls asleep eating dinner, she falls asleep on the toilet.  They say it’s because of all the blood and nutrients being diverted to the New Jones; they say she’ll get over it soon.  

She looks like she's about to fall over. But also sort of cute.

Also, apparently women like to show off their fat bellies when they’re pregnant, but at no other time.  The Wife has always been super-skinny (and hot!) and she’s always had bad posture.  I don’t know if you are aware, but slouching on a super-skinny person makes them look sickly – it makes them look anorexic or holocaustian.  Slouching on a pregnant gal makes their stomachs stick out WAY more than it should.  Whenever anyone asks to see The Wife’s stomach, she instantly sticks it out and slouches her shoulders.  They say it’s because women feel  sense of pride and accomplishment with their pregnancy.  Except if you’re a teenager; then you look like a slut.

Finally, were you aware that there’s something actually called “pregnancy brain”?  Much like the exhausted thing, the woman’s body has to compensate for feeding two people instead of one; therefore, it has to make a bunch more blood and nutrients and whatnot (“whatnot” includes everything I don’t understand about the current subject.  For instance, if I say, “I was buying The Wife some groceries and whatnot,” it probably means I was buying her some feminine things).  So, since the brain isn’t getting it usually gets for normal function, women start to have some drunk-like symptoms.  Nothing cool like taking their shirts off or staying up all night just so that can “try that Taco Bell fourthmeal,” it’s more like the annoying stuff.  They’ll walk into a room and forget why or they can’t remember the point of a story or they can’t remember words (something like, “I was on the… um.   Shit.  That thing with the sites… where you find information… there’s a lot of porn on it.  Internet!  I was on the internet today…”).

Come to think of it, pregnancy is a lot like being drunk for a woman: they pee a lot, complain a lot, get fat, eat all sorts of garbage, have dramatic mood swings, and are forgetful.  It’s the female equivalent of deer camp, except it lasts a friggin year.

Werit put up a wonderful post about Camping in Fallen Earth. But being the good Chaos minions we are, we scryed through the powers of Tzeentch what really goes on.

Werit goes Camping.

Since I make lil podcast videos for everything I do, I figured I’d do it with my baby and his momma too.

So take a look:

Back on August 27th, OkCupid sent me an email that told me my matches based on location around the world and in the US.  The last few months have been crazy because I’m working full time and talking a 4-credit statistics class 40 minutes away.  So, you get it now.

I fought with WordPress just a bit to get the images larger (and to use the original HTML) but in the end, just taking a screenshot appeared to be a better option, at least on my vertically rotated monitor (yay Fedora 12!)

Click to make it larger:

It’s not particularly surprising the results, though I don’t know enough about Maryland to justify it being up there.  The midwest and south are noticeably absent from the “Best Of” but at least the midwest also isn’t represented in the “Worst Of”

A lot of people are probably confused by my fascination about Scandinavia considering my hair and eye color doesn’t fit the region (mom’s side is partially Swedish though).  Anybody who thinks that it’s just some sort of weird ancestry worship thing should take a look though.  Iceland is noticeably at the top and Finland rolls in at #4.  Northern Europeans Germany also get in on the fun (though it’s probably a stretch to call *all* of Germany Northern Europe).

While there’s a pretty clear “east” versus “west” thing going on with the map, it’s interesting to note just how westernized Japan and South Korea must have become.  It’s also notable that Finland is somewhat of a border country in the East/West and previously was part of Russia.  I also found it interesting how that Brazil and Argentina appear westernized (by this trivial criteria) but the African nations of South Africa and Egypt are clearly in the “east”.  Ukraine and Trinidad and Tobago also jump out as interesting “worst countries”.  I wonder how many data points they have from each country.  My knowledge of Ukraine is mostly limited to Dynamo Kyiv and Andriy Shevchenko (though not so much together because I know Shevchenko from Milan, but Kyiv was his youth club and his current club).  T&T being in CONCACAF, it just seems like an outlier because of being so close.  They speak English for crying out loud!

Interesting fact about Ukraine: “Ukraine occupies 8th place in the world by the number of tourists visiting“

Now, I want to see if this data correlates with maps of FLOSS usage and see if there’s anything to the ways people think about freedom.

Also, I just clicked on the map of the world zoomed all the way out and I got the dart in Wisconsin. Pretty good!  I did change it to Madison though.

I'm not racist, but my iPod is white.

A while back I wrote a sad story about getting rid of my iPod.  It’s one of the few material possessions that I actually have an affinity for.  It got me listening to new music and started me back on a path toward technology (I thought, at the time, that I had given up on computers; the truth is I’d given up on Microsoft).  It also helped me get through my dad’s death and my marriage (both occasions were marked with music and video from my little jukebox).

I decided to sell it on eBay as opposed to my usual Goodwill route simply because I know the people who work at Goodwill and ain’t no way is the iPod making it to the floor – somebody somewhere is going to pocket that thing.  It’d be like sending cash through the mail: it touches so many hands that to make to the destination would be astounding.  On eBay you generally get people who know what they’re talking about because it’s so easy to research.  Because they generally know what they’re talking about, they’re also very cordial and understanding.

Except my guy.

The only store in America where people bitch about the selection of ten cent wardrobes.

Have you ever gone to a thrift shop like the Salvation Army or Dicker’N’Deal and heard people complain about the selection?  Have you ever done a favor for someone and then have that someone complain about the favor (you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout Jill)?  That’s how I feel about these types of internet buyers.

I put on my listing that shipping would be six dollars.  When I went to see George at the post office, he said the only mailing he could send for that amount of money would be some “guaranteed two week” thing.  I said that it’d be ok to send it like that.  No tracking, no confirmation, no insurance.  He’d get it in six days instead of three.  If he wanted it sooner he should’ve said something or bought one from an actual store.

He sent me an email that said, “Hello.  I bought in iPod from you.  I received an email saying it was sent 5 days ago.  I still don’t’ have it. Please tell me where it is or I will contact eBay/PayPal and give you negative feedback.”

Instead of the actual words on the page, here’s what I heard: “I know you practically gave me this toy that changed your life, and because of that, you’re a sonovabitch.  I know you didn’t have to give me the original box, the CD, the owner’s manual, the USB cord, or the earbuds, but you did, and because of that I hope you get cancer of aids of leukemia of the eye.  See you in hell.”

I responded with, “Thank you for your threats and your patience.  You received an email from eBay saying that I sent the iPod five days ago because I sent the iPod five days ago.  I’m not sure what you would like me to do to speed up the United States Postal Service, a not-for-profit company that will send a piece of paper to ANY part of the world for less than fifty cents, but I’ll see what I can do.”

Everything worked out.  He got his iPod the next day and I never heard a thing about it.

What a jackass.

ok two cool & short clips on vimeo i discovered today

http://www.vimeo.com/7673910

http://www.vimeo.com/4417740

This style won't last long, but whenever I see it, I'll think of Al.

I’ve always liked Weird Al.  I think everyone likes him when they’re a kid, but I’ve enjoyed his work into adulthood (even saw a concert or two).  I think the reason I like him so much – and maybe the reason other people grow out of him – is because the music he parodies is so contemporary.  What I mean is, he parodies the latest music, no matter how inane or insignificant the current song is.  Because of that, his songs stick with me much longer than the actual song; I can’t remember a single line from “Lola”, but I remember “Yoda” in its entirety.

I think that’s what modern ad agencies are trying to do.  The problem with that is it takes years to forget a song (every time I hear “Headline News” I still think of “Mm Mm Mm Mm”).

I first noticed it with the last presidential campaign.  Obama had a slogan that said, “Yes We Can.”  Instead of thinking of something inspiring and snappy on their own, his opponent made the slogan, “Yes We Will.”  Every time I heard it, I thought of Obama.  As studies show, the more you think of someone, the more likely you are to vote for them.  In effect, the opponent made me vote for Obama.

I noticed it again when a local bank started “SoSmart Checking” in order to trump Flagstar’s “SMART checking”.  Every time I saw the billboard, I’d think of Flagstar; I even ended up opening a money market through them.

The latest is a rip-off of Apple’s “There’s an app for that.”  A rival company is trying to show how superior they are to the iPhone by showing us the coverage one would get on their network as opposed to AT&T (which, I admit, is god-awful.  You’d think that with 150 years of telephone service under their belt, AT&T would be kicking ass in the mobile phone market; you’d think they’d be years ahead of the competition.  Instead, like Polaroid and the digital camera revolution, they are embarrassingly behind the times).  They say, “There’s a map for that.”  Frankly, I don’t even know what company this is because every time I hear that, I say something along these lines, “I bet you there’s not an app…”

…For pasteurization processes”

…That looks like one of those old ‘nudie pens’ my dad used to have.”

…That tells me where the nearest drug dealer is.”

…That screams if you drop it.”

…The gives you a personal soundtrack like that one Family Guy episode”

…That has fingerprint security.”

…For popping pimples.”

And dammit, there is.  And suddenly I’m not thinking about the commercial.  In effect, Sprint (or whoever) sold me the iPhone.

Too bad Sprint couldn’t have sold me Sprint.  Damn AT&T; seriously, an extra $5 for texts?!

click image for facebook event

I’m helping throw  this party on Friday for a friend who lost her camera. More details on

the Facebook event page. Click image to go to there!

today the UN climate conference opened …
well i just saw “HOME” on Saturday

this great movie gives you some astonishing
and shocking fact at the same time about climate
and environment but in really great pictures.

i think the whole movie is kinda better than “earth”
and the best of all you can watch it free in HD online
on YouTube ! … you have to watch it …

http://www.youtube.com/user/homeproject

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