tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331933212024-03-13T17:47:43.867-04:00hugeTHOUGHTSRamblings, ruminations, and other such nonsense.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-56603652150415705242010-09-11T12:15:00.000-04:002010-09-11T12:15:57.511-04:00I Heart NYC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/TIurKpwRtYI/AAAAAAAAAos/y9PjdxNs2As/s1600/tribute-773743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/TIurKpwRtYI/AAAAAAAAAos/y9PjdxNs2As/s400/tribute-773743.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-28183037382511368682009-09-11T09:57:00.001-04:002009-09-11T10:01:02.327-04:00I Heart New York<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SqpX7MQ5LPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/spVLnHVCNOA/s1600-h/tribute-773743.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SqpX7MQ5LPI/AAAAAAAAAjA/spVLnHVCNOA/s400/tribute-773743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380209379263458546" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-6071112865708351742009-06-26T15:05:00.003-04:002009-06-26T15:27:43.153-04:00RIP MJMy late grandmother always thought I loved Michael Jackson's music. I think she got that impression because I used to listen to my cassette tape of <span style="font-style:italic;">Bad </span>over and over again when I was a toddler. As I grew older, my grandmother would still make the same comments, except I'd brush off the idea as if to say "pshaw, I'm SO past my Michael Jackson phase..."<br /><br />Now, a couple of decades later, I am a bigger fan of his music than I have ever been. "I Want You Back" never fails to put a big smile on my face, I still shiver a little bit when Vincent Price speaks at the end of "Thriller," "Billie Jean" still makes me want to go home and practice my moonwalk, and "Beat It" makes me want to go have a knife fight (kidding).<br /><br />In all seriousness, it's truly unfortunate that he became the tabloid and urban legend fodder that he was prior to his death. Sure, he was odd. No one argues that he grew into a very strange, possibly crazy man-child. He may have even committed some pretty terrible crimes...<br /><br />But he was also the King of Pop. He held that title in an era when it actually meant something, back when Kings reigned for more than the life of a few singles. He made music that changed my world, the world of music, and, as great music does, the world in general. And for that, I will be eternally grateful.<br /><br />Rest in peace, Michael Jackson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SkUfiPLDKxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/maFofqAVfwg/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SkUfiPLDKxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/maFofqAVfwg/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351718405248592658" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-54207472560523306542009-03-26T20:42:00.002-04:002009-03-26T20:58:16.117-04:00Finally: New F Trains!About an hour ago, as I stood on the platform of the Herald Square subway station, waiting for the downtown F Train, I never would have thought my ride home would have been so pleasant as it turned out to be, especially in the light of the recent mammoth <a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/local/ny-nydoom0326,0,6865013.story"target=_blank>fare hikes</a>. But then, as I saw the approaching lights of the train, everything changed...<br /><br />At first, I thought, oh no... It's one of those weird out-of-service trains. But then I paused as I noticed the glowing red lights above the front window of the leading subway car... Perhaps it was an errant 2 train? 6 train, perhaps? Then, it came closer... and I saw it:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/ScwkdDXvmiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FU7h2E69ShM/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/ScwkdDXvmiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FU7h2E69ShM/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317665341557414434" /></a><br />With a gasp and a full-toothed grin, I beamed at the approaching loveliness! At long last! The MTA gods have deemed the F line fit for new trains! Even as the sleek, new doors slid open and I was greeted with the pleasantly articulate female voice, which proclaimed that yes, indeed, this was 34th Street, Herald Square and that you could transfer to the N, Q, R, V, or W trains, I could hardly believe that my wildest public transit wish had come true.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/ScwkdVhG0sI/AAAAAAAAAho/jgLKylZ5d2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/ScwkdVhG0sI/AAAAAAAAAho/jgLKylZ5d2Q/s320/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317665346428523202" /></a><br />The interior was so well lit, the ride was so smooth, and the automated voice cues were so easily understood that, for a few moments, I thought I must've somehow been magically transported onto a 6 train. While I was somewhat disappointed to find out that, no, magical transportation was still not a reality, I was overJOYED to discover that I was still sitting on a Brooklyn-bound F train, slinking stealthily and steadily towards my destination. <br /><br />Ah... It almost made me forget the extra $20 I'm going to have to spend... every... month.... to ride this... majestic people mover...<br /><br />...<br /><br />Dammit!<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-38889021927131641202009-03-11T10:35:00.005-04:002009-03-11T10:54:39.118-04:00MP3s Are Destroying MusicSigh. It was bound to happen, I suppose...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SbfQphQW5gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dpGwgDs8b1g/s1600-h/ipod-green-red.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SbfQphQW5gI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dpGwgDs8b1g/s200/ipod-green-red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311943697226982914" /></a> A professor out at Stanford University named <a href="http://ccrma.stanford.edu/~brg/"target=_blank>Johnathan Berger</a> has been conducting an informal study every year for the past 6 years. The subject of this study? Students. The purpose of the study? To find out what quality of music they prefered. In a letter to <a href="http://i.gizmodo.com/5166649/ipods-and-young-people-have-utterly-destroyed-music"target=_blank>Gizmodo</a>, Professor Berger described the experiment:<br /><br /><blockquote>Students were asked to judge the quality of a variety of compression methods randomly mixed with uncompressed 44.1 KHz audio. The music examples included both orchestral, jazz and rock music. When I first did this I was expecting to hear preferences for uncompressed audio and expecting to see MP3 (at 128, 160 and 192 bit rates) well below other methods (including a proprietary wavelet-based approach and AAC). To my surprise, in the rock examples the MP3 at 128 was preferred. I repeated the experiment over 6 years and found the preference for MP3 - particularly in music with high energy (cymbal crashes, brass hits, etc) rising over time.</blockquote><br />Yep. You read right. Kids these days actually <em>prefer </em>the sounds of overcompressed mp3s to uncompressed CD-like audio. I mean, I'm all for compression... It certainly has its uses, a lot of which are good. But actually preferring the sizzle and crackle of digital overcompression to clear, uncompressed audio?? Ugh...<br /><br />One thing's for sure... My kids are being raised FROM BIRTH (or beforehand, possibly) on uncompressed music. Hm... I better keep these old CDs around...<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-21587658118940697362009-02-05T16:57:00.005-05:002009-02-05T17:30:56.450-05:00A Sure Fire Way to Feel Better About Yourself<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SYtoR55MofI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8RFn98087YI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SYtoR55MofI/AAAAAAAAAgI/8RFn98087YI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299444043339309554" /></a> There are those of us who have really unfortunate, awful things happen to them. Medical issues, family issues, job issues... Those things generally suck and it's very difficult to feel better after suffering through a real tragedy.<br /><br />...Then there are most other people, who don't have some horrible event happen, but rather have to suffer embarrassment or shame due to some "little" incident. For those people, there are sites like <a href="http://www.fmylife.com"target=_blank>www.fmylife.com</a>. <br /><br />Here, ordinary people like you and me can share and comiserate about some of the terrible (but not too terrible) things that have happened to us. Or, you can just laugh at all the poor shmucks who submitted their stories. ...But let's face it, we all have a "fuck my life" story to contribute, don't we? Here are a few choice selections:<br /><br /><blockquote>Today, my girlfriend dumped me proclaiming she wanted someone more like her "Edward". I asked her who Edward was. She held up a copy her "Twilight" book. She was talking about a fictional vampire. FML</blockquote><br /><blockquote>Today, my wife left me the following voicemail: “Alex, last night was amazing. You took me to places I’ve never been to before. I can’t wait to see you tonight after work.” My name is Rob. We haven’t had sex in two years. FML</blockquote><br />and my favorite (because it's happened to me):<br /><br /><blockquote>Today, after a late night at the bars, I stepped into my building's elevator with a Chinese man who was carrying a plastic bag. Without thinking I said, "Oooh, are you still delivering?" His response, "I live here." FML</blockquote><br />Are some of these made up? Who knows... Probably. But hey, if you can't suspend your disbelief long enough to have a good laugh at these mini-stories, well... I dunno. Lighten up, man!<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-36181799617432848122009-02-02T18:00:00.002-05:002009-02-02T18:02:23.779-05:00"OK" Vs. "Awk"Whenever people write “ok” I always imagine it being pronounced phonetically, instead of “oh kay.” So it's always funny to me when people write it multiple times (e.g. "ok ok ok") because I just imagine them saying "awk awk awk."<br /><br />Try imagining it the next time someone chats or e-mails you "ok ok ok."<br /><br />I bet you'll laugh.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-51415572614712451302009-01-27T10:10:00.003-05:002009-01-27T10:29:57.300-05:00Subway Etiquette - Stair StopperDear people of NYC (Or anyone planning on visiting NYC and using the subway),<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX8mVaQ8hxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g6Q2qhg0O1Q/s1600-h/standing.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX8mVaQ8hxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/g6Q2qhg0O1Q/s200/standing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295993836080498450" /></a> DO NOT STOP* on, around, near, at the top of, or at the bottom of the stairs in the subway! People are trying to get the train and it's really quite annoying when you miss a train by <em>that</em> much because some chump decided that the last stair step would be a good place to stop and check your iPod... It's also frustrates me to no end when I'm trying to get OUT of the subway station and can't because someone can't figure out which way is east and decided that the very top of the narrow-ass stairway was a GREAT place to stop and look around, despite the 15 people tromping up the stairs behind him/me. <br /><br /><em>*Unless you are injured or disabled in some manner, in which case you may stop. I may be angry, but I'm not heartless...</em><br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-36357199936464544032009-01-26T11:28:00.008-05:002009-01-26T11:55:06.249-05:00Asians In the (Inaugural) SpotlightI just wanted to geek out a little bit about how a few Asians played pretty integral roles (both direct and indirect) in the inauguration ceremonies last week:<br /><br /><strong>Yo-Yo Ma</strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3mNPGT7OI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ImjrN1h2S9Y/s1600-h/23band_600.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3mNPGT7OI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ImjrN1h2S9Y/s200/23band_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295641851923262690" /></a> Yeah, maybe his cello performance was “<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/23/arts/music/23band.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink"target=_blank>lip-synced</a>”. But let’s face it, he’s no Milli. Or even Vanilli. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that this guy can pull off a soul-shaking, life-altering performance. In fact, he can probably do so with less effort than you or I use to scratch our butt. The important thing is, he was up there, smiling, having the time of his life, doing what he was put on this earth to do: play the $*%@#! out of the cello... And he was doing it for an incredible ocassion.<br /><br /><strong>Jason Wu</strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3nGu8oxUI/AAAAAAAAAec/YhD6A7m6qDo/s1600-h/25wu_1_600b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3nGu8oxUI/AAAAAAAAAec/YhD6A7m6qDo/s200/25wu_1_600b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295642839725163842" /></a> This 26-year old designer apparently <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/25/fashion/25WU.html"target=_blank>had no idea</a> his dress was even picked by the First Lady until he saw it on TV. According to Wu, the only protocol for the dress was that "it had to sparkle." And sparkle it did! The man's was already gaining quite a bit of noteriety in the fashion business. Says the Times: "His dolls ($70 to $400) are sold at F. A. O. Schwarz. His evening dresses ($2,990 to $4,700) are sold at Bergdorf Goodman... Mr. Wu mentions that his collection is expected to have sales of $4 million this year." Awesome.<br /><br /><strong>Luke Song</strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3n1kKlv4I/AAAAAAAAAek/O5NoUeq-IZo/s1600-h/capt_34f126cf49f84b84a9b01de846486017_inauguration_arethas_hat_mips105.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3n1kKlv4I/AAAAAAAAAek/O5NoUeq-IZo/s200/capt_34f126cf49f84b84a9b01de846486017_inauguration_arethas_hat_mips105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295643644284747650" /></a> This guy designed the <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Aretha-Franklin/photo//090120/482/cbfa5a5160394d6bbcf9e3d8228d97ed//s:/ap/inauguration_aretha_s_hat"target=_blank>infamous hat</a> that Aretha Franklin wore during her performance of “My Country ‘Tis of Thee.” Apparently the first lady of soul <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/inauguration_aretha_s_hat"target=_blank>has been a customer</a> of his family’s store for about 20 years. Oh yeah, and the hat store is called <a href="http://www.mrsongmillinery.com"target=_blank>Mr. Song Millinery</a>. I had no idea the word "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millinery"target=_blank>millinery</a>" even existed until now. Yay for Asians <em>and </em>new vocabulary!<br /><br /><strong>Konrad Ng</strong><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3oj01ZKdI/AAAAAAAAAes/KMDXWDCnfBM/s1600-h/21family_650.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SX3oj01ZKdI/AAAAAAAAAes/KMDXWDCnfBM/s200/21family_650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295644439033227730" /></a> Admittedly, Konrad didn’t “do” anything at the inauguration. But as the First Brother-In-Law, he was sitting up there, as part of the first family. How awesome is that?? The NY Times even did <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/21/us/politics/21family.html"target=_blank>an article</a> about the multi-cultural nature of the First Family.<br /><br />Props to mah peoples.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-48472277062630261572009-01-23T10:20:00.003-05:002009-01-23T10:42:19.933-05:00Gripefoot<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXnk6rvrJkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hBe4mzk-G-M/s1600-h/800px-Citrus_paradisi_%2528Grapefruit%252C_pink%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXnk6rvrJkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hBe4mzk-G-M/s200/800px-Citrus_paradisi_%2528Grapefruit%252C_pink%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294514533776959042" /></a><br />Grapefruit:<br /><br />Really healthy for you... But impossible to eat at work with a plastic spoon.<br /><br /><a href="http://xkcd.com/388/"target=_blank>xkcd</a> has a funny look on grapefruits (though with a little sugar, they are quite tasty).<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-2990848510260598662009-01-21T07:27:00.022-05:002009-01-21T10:27:06.527-05:00The LOST ConversationsAs many of you are probably aware, the season premiere of LOST is tonight! As usual, I'm sure it will be filled with suspense, intrigue, and horn flares. Watching LOST is similar to what I imagine having a baby must be like: you sweat a lot, grit your teeth, and might even poop yourself... But in the end, it's all worth it because you have this little bundle of joy.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc5fvWaSNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JMZ8DFG71fs/s1600-h/locke.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc5fvWaSNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/JMZ8DFG71fs/s320/locke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293763104446499026" /></a> ...Okay, fine, having a baby is nothing like watching LOST. Except for maybe the pooping part. But I did have a weird dream last night concerning what it would be like to have a conversation with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Locke_(Lost)" target="_blank">John Locke</a> and couldn't think of a better way segue, so sorry about that. Anyhow, I imagined that conversation would go something like this:<br /><br />Eugene: Hi there.<br />Locke: Hello, Eugene.<br />Eugene: Whoa... How'd you know my name?<br />Locke: The Island told me.<br />Eugene: The Island? You mean that terrible movie with Scarlett Johansson?<br />Locke: I'm afraid I haven't seen that movie.<br />Eugene: You're probably better off. So who's this Jacob fellow?<br />Locke: You know who Jacob is?<br />Eugene: I guess... I just kind of heard his voice in my head.<br />Locke: Say, Eugene, would you mind stepping a little over towards that pit of dead bodies?<br />Eugene: Yes, I would. I'm leaving, you creepy old bastard.<br /><br />Then I thought, what would it be like to talk to some of the other survivors of Oceanic Flight 815? Hmm...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc6iavwSzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UuDte4uWLPs/s1600-h/FutureJack.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc6iavwSzI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/UuDte4uWLPs/s320/FutureJack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293764249966889778" /></a><br />Eugene: Hey, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Shephard" target="_blank">Jack</a>.<br />Jack: Hi. Who are you?<br />Eugene: Oh, whew, I thought for a second that all of you guys would be as creepy as John Locke.<br />Jack: Yeah, John's a lunatic. Who are you?<br />Eugene: Oh right. I'm Eugene.<br />Jack: Nice to meet you, I'm Jack.<br />Eugene: So what was it like being stuck on that island?<br />Jack: Well, I was working these two chicks for about 100 days but never got lucky. I even had to watch one of them have wild animal sex in a cage with another guy.<br />Eugene: Yikes. That's roug-- wait, you "had" to?<br />Jack: Yeah, it was rough...<br />Eugene: Hm. So, is that why you're wasted at 2 in the afternoon?<br />Jack: Don't you judge me!! You're just like my father! <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">[starts sobbing]</span><br />Eugene: What?<br />Jack:<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> [Still sobbing]</span> I wanna go back!! I wanna go back to the island!!<br />Eugene: Man, you really do need to get laid.<br />Jack: Well... I gave CPR to an old lady dying of cancer, a former addict/hobbit, and a crazy Scottish dude. Does that count?<br />Eugene: Wha--? No. No, that's just really sketchy.<br />Jack: I'm sorry. It's been a long 100 days.<br />Eugene: Sure it has. I'm leaving now.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc6w7qiqHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/naGBLF02Rpo/s1600-h/kate.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc6w7qiqHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/naGBLF02Rpo/s320/kate.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293764499321563250" /></a><br />Eugene: Helloooo, <a href="http://www.anime-cel.com/ourstuff/pictures/hellooo_nurse.jpg"target=_blank>nurse</a>!<br />Kate: It’s <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Austen"target=_blank>Kate</a>. Who are you?<br />Eugene: Eugene.<br />Kate: Stay away from my son.<br />Eugene: Who? Wha… Oh, that kid over there? But he doesn’t look like you at a—<br />Kate: STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!<br />Eugene: Ha! You’re sexy when you’re crazy. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?<br />Kate: That joke isn’t supposed to be directed at a girl. And yes, it is a gun.<br />Eugene: Right. Have fun with your “son.” I’m leaving. ….Psycho hose beast.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc7EOj5m_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tFNe-8okn1E/s1600-h/smokemonster1_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc7EOj5m_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/tFNe-8okn1E/s320/smokemonster1_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293764830811495410" /></a><br /><a href="http://lostpedia.wikia.com/wiki/The_Monster"target=_blank>Black Smoke Monster</a>: [<em>incoherent whisper</em>]<br />Eugene: Holy shit! Please don’t kill me!<br />Black Smoke Monster: [<em>incoherent whisper</em>]<br />Eugene: What are you?? What do you want??<br />Black Smoke Monster: [<em>incoherent whisper</em>]<br />Eugene: Fuck this shit! I’m out of here! [<em>runs away</em>]<br />Black Smoke Monster: … Aw, c’mon! I was just fucking with you!<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_Shephard"target=_blank>Jack’s Dead Father</a>: See? What did I tell you? If you keep killing people, you’ll never have any friends.<br />Black Smoke Monster: JESUS! Where the fuck did you come from?? You have to stop appearing out of nowhere. That shit is annoying as fuck.<br />Jack's Dead Father: Ha! You should've seen the look on your cloud-face.<br />Black Smoke Monster: Yeah? You should've seen the how about you SHUT YOUR FACE?? Drunk asshole.<br />Jack’s Dead Father: I’m sober!<br />Black Smoke Monster: That’s just because you haven’t found any booze on the island yet.<br />Jack’s Dead Father: … Isn’t there some rum buried around here somewhere?<br />Black Smoke Monster: You saw that in Pirates of the Caribbean, dumbass.<br />Jack’s Dead Father: Shit. Fuck this place, I’m leaving.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc7gSZzI6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWXiFaQj5w4/s1600-h/lost%2520sawyer%2520new%2520glasses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXc7gSZzI6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/RWXiFaQj5w4/s320/lost%2520sawyer%2520new%2520glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293765312879207330" /></a><br />Eugene: Hey, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_%22Sawyer%22_Ford"target=_blank>Sawyer</a><br />Sawyer: Yo, Skinny McGee.<br />Eugene: Skinny McWhat?<br />Sawyer: Sorry. I gave all the good nicknames to everyone else on the island.<br />Eugene: Well, I suppose it could be worse. What are you up to?<br />Sawyer: I was just sittin’ here reading and drinking really old beer. ‘Til you came along.<br />Eugene: Yeah, good thing I did! Books are boring. You seem pretty relaxed.<br />Sawyer: Why wouldn’t I be? I’m on an island paradise, I finally killed the guy who killed my mom, I got all the fish and coconut I could possibly eat… Hey, I even did it with a hot chick in a cage!<br />Eugene: Yeah, I heard. Man, I feel bad for Jack…<br />Sawyer: What’d you say?<br />Eugene: Nothing. Can I have a beer?<br />Sawyer: Sorry, last one. You'll have to go get more from Ben’s father.<br />Eugene: Ben's father? You mean the <a href="http://z.about.com/d/lost/1/0/b/R/-/-/roger.jpg"target=_blank>dead guy in the van</a>? I’ll pass. Enjoy your dead person beer. I’m leaving.<br /><br />Hm... On second thought, maybe I don't want to talk to any of those people. I guess being stranded on a crazy, sort of living island is enough to drive anyone nuts.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-17690505283207635192009-01-20T16:50:00.001-05:002009-01-20T16:52:21.716-05:00Amen.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXZHbzIEKeI/AAAAAAAAAco/e6o35jdWMtI/s1600-h/t1wide_inaug_tues_53_cnn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXZHbzIEKeI/AAAAAAAAAco/e6o35jdWMtI/s320/t1wide_inaug_tues_53_cnn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293496954926672354" /></a><br /><blockquote>Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around... when the red man can get ahead, man; and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say, Amen. --Rev. Joseph Lowery</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-33336044367509093242009-01-16T13:24:00.004-05:002009-01-16T13:51:48.443-05:00New Term: "Hangry"I coined a new term today:<br /><br /><strong>Hangry </strong>(<em>adj</em>.)<br />1. having a desire, craving, or need for food that is so intense that said need turns a normally affable person into a grouchy, irritable, and/or surly <a href="http://laspoliticas.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/chewbacca.jpg"target=_blank>beast</a>. <br /><br />2. indicating, characteristic of, or characterized by hunger mixed with anger: <em>When told the wait time for a table would be 45 minutes, the restaurant patron gave the hostess a hangry <a href="http://granitegrok.com/pix/angry_wet_cat.jpg"target=_blank>stare</a>.</em> <br /><br />3. strongly or eagerly desirous... and angry. <br /><br />4. marked by a scarcity of food... and anger. <br /><br />5. Informal. aggressively ambitious or competitive... and angry, as from a need to overcome poverty or past defeats: <em>a hangry new investment firm looking to destroy older, more established companies. </em> <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXDVkV4N08I/AAAAAAAAAcg/SmrDyCO6KZw/s1600-h/218_hungry_man_shaking_a_snack_machine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SXDVkV4N08I/AAAAAAAAAcg/SmrDyCO6KZw/s200/218_hungry_man_shaking_a_snack_machine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291964382485271490" /></a> We all know one (or more) people that get hangry when they haven't eaten in a while. I know several, myself. Now that we've successfully labeled these individuals and their behavior, we should discuss protective measures. The best way to protect oneself against the wrath of hangry people is to keep snacks on your person at all times (i.e. peanut M&Ms, peanut butter crackers, etc.). These items will help you combat most hangry people.<br /><br />But if you ever find yourself without the aforementioned weapons, the best thing to do is either:<br /><br />a) Point off to the distance, scream "Look, Arby's!", then run.<br />b) Offer up a limb to quell the hangry beast.<br />c) Curl up into fetal position and rock back and forth.<br />d) Cry like a little child.<br /><br />Or<br /><br />e) All of the above.<br /><br />Good luck.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-89163165038784944682009-01-14T15:31:00.009-05:002009-01-14T16:52:10.629-05:00How My iPhone Has Changed My Life<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SW5bxQFPeiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p5EBDMWH8Xo/s1600-h/jesusphone-701566.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SW5bxQFPeiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/p5EBDMWH8Xo/s200/jesusphone-701566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291267513895582242" /></a> A lot of fuss was raised about 6 months ago when the mystical iPhone 3G came out. I was definitely one of the people raising said fuss. I was also one of the people (or “chumps,” depending on who you ask) who waited in line for some ridiculous amount of time (6-7 hours) after getting up at some ungodly hour in the morning (4:30am) the day after the phone came out. <br /><br />Yes, of course, there was a lot of oo-ing and ah-ing when I first got it. I was enamored with its sleek curves, smart and capable operating system, and all-in-one-ness… I loved it. I loved my iPhone. I’m not afraid to admit it. I accepted my fate as an <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/group.php?gid=5715224121"target=_blank>Apple Slut</a> a long time ago.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SW5cjalFaHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/K7Qrm6Vi0CU/s1600-h/ban_iphone-7453481.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SW5cjalFaHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/K7Qrm6Vi0CU/s200/ban_iphone-7453481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291268375706953842" /></a> Of course, there were plenty of people who didn’t understand and/or poo-pooed the whole spectacle. There were all kinds of debate over the merits/disadvantages of the touchscreen keyboard, the AT&T network, the contracts, etc etc.<br /><br />6 months later, I still have my iPhone. And, yes, I still love it. But I thought it’d be interesting to report on if/how the iPhone has changed my life… for better or worse. Mind you, I realize there are other devices out there that could do some of these things and a lot of them existed before the iPhone. …But I didn’t have any of them :p I used to have the old school 6 GB iPod mini, an LG V6somethingorother, and a Palm TX. <br /><br />So, with that, here we go:<br /><br /><strong>iPhone Pros (yay!):</strong><br /><br />1) I don’t have to carry around an iPod, a cell phone and a Palm Pilot anymore.<br />2) I’m never bored on the subway. Or anywhere, really.<br />3) I can finally seamlessly sync my phone with my Mac.<br />4) I can carry around a lot more music.<br />5) I never get lost.<br />6) I have a digital notepad for lyric ideas, shopping lists, etc…<br />7) Keeping in touch (which I’m kind of obsessed with) is easier than ever.<br />8) I can use the song recognition applications to figure out the names/artists of songs that I hear when I’m out and about (not being able to do so is a HUGE pet peeve of mine).<br />9) I can reference and check e-mail wherever I get a cell or wi-fi signal.<br />10) I have a user-friendly, good looking and highly functional datebook.<br />11) My family’s now on a family plan, so it’s cheaper for everyone.<br />12) All my photos are easily accessible.<br />13) I can finally feel the phone vibrate in my pocket… and/or hear the ring in my earphones.<br /><br /><strong>iPhone Cons (boo...):</strong><br /><br />1) The first time I’d thought I lost it, I FREAKED. THE EFF. OUT.<br />2) I sometimes worry about walking around with a highly desirable, pretty expensive, easily steal-able gadget in plain view.<br />3) I can’t talk on the iPhone in my house OR my office, since AT&T gets zero to one bars of signal in those places. I have since been forced to get a landline (gasp!) in my house. So much for those savings on my cell phone bill…<br />4) The 3G network in NYC kind of sucks. I suppose this hasn’t really changed things for me, other than the fact that when people ask me about the service, I always have to add in that caveat.<br />5) The first couple of times I dropped it, I FREAKED. THE EFF. OUT.<br />6) Despite the amazing error correction software, typing on the touchscreen keyboard is really difficult in a moving car. Or when drunk. Or when drunk in a moving car.<br />7) I can’t type without looking anymore.<br />8) I used to be one of “those guys.” (Though that’s changed since the phone has become so damn popular)<br />9) I’m already wondering how jealous I’m going to be of the owners of the next generation iPhone…<br /><br />So, although the pros and cons are pretty evenly matched in terms of numbers, I think the value of the advantages far outweighs that of the disadvantages. I still love my iPhone and, as far as I can tell, it still loves me.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-41309777107032992702008-11-20T13:12:00.005-05:002009-01-14T15:30:46.692-05:00Urinal "Cakes"?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SSWqNT8ljtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cK3dIWllQTY/s1600-h/133270286_53c2c81d7f.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SSWqNT8ljtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cK3dIWllQTY/s200/133270286_53c2c81d7f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806084576448210" /></a> Why do people insist on associating urinals with edible sweets like cakes and mints? Honestly, it's gross. The last thing I want to think about when I hear the word "urinal" is "mmm. cake." or "mmm. mints." or even "mmm. Jujubes."<br /><br />Why can't we, instead, refer to those awful smelling, but necessary things as something more innocuous and, preferably, inedible? Like how about "urinal puck"? or "urinal refresher"?<br /><br />"Pee-b-gone"?<br /><br />Whatever works.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-5508747019409169322008-10-10T10:41:00.002-04:002008-10-10T10:43:13.460-04:00Election Analogy #1Here's my take on the election analogy pictures that have been going around lately:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SO9p5Vj7c2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y4YOU-fSjYE/s1600-h/election_phones.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SO9p5Vj7c2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Y4YOU-fSjYE/s400/election_phones.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535723925959522" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-69844977194990297262008-09-16T10:22:00.004-04:002008-09-16T10:51:36.163-04:00Spike's Junkyard Dogs -- Original Thayer St. Location to Close<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SM_HUMOM9TI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nf5diJeAYmU/s1600-h/noooooooo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SM_HUMOM9TI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nf5diJeAYmU/s320/noooooooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246631240602023218" /></a><br />September 28th is going to be a sad, sad day in Providence, RI... It is the day that the original Thayer St. Providence, RI location of <a href="http://www.spikesjunkyarddogs.com/"target=_blank>Spike's Junkyard Dogs</a> is <a href="http://media.www.browndailyherald.com/media/storage/paper472/news/2008/09/11/Metro/Another.One.Bites.The.Dust.Spikes.To.Close-3425739.shtml"target=_blank>closing its doors</a>.<br /><br />No longer will local college students be able to stumble along its chain-link fence partitions after a long night of beruit and flip cup, barely glancing at the menu (because they already know <a href="http://www.spikesjunkyarddogs.com/menu.html"target=_blank>what they want</a>... oh yes, they know...) before ordering a Big Dave's Deluxe, Texas Ranger, and/or a Chilli and Cheddar, then jockying for a space at one of the few booths or stools.<br /><br />Spike's hot dogs are no ordinary hot dogs... The franks are big, fat, and 100% beef. Now, granted, hot dog franks are generally not terribly healthy for you. But as far as hot dogs go, Spike's is top notch. Their buns weren't your run-of-the-mill, thin, wimpy, buy-em-at-the-supermarket hot dog buns either. They were big, fresh-baked, and delicious. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SM_HgVam1HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zSOKA8DCEv0/s1600-h/logo_large.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SM_HgVam1HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zSOKA8DCEv0/s200/logo_large.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246631449228399730" /></a> If you've never had a Spike's dog before, allow me to assist you in comprehending the scope and majesty of the greatness that is Spike's. Imagine the best hot dog you've ever had. Except make it delicious. Then a little more delicious. At that point, your imaginary hot dog is about as tasty as a Spike's dog that's been dropped on the ground and pooped on. That's right. Your hot dog sucks compared to Spike's. <br /><br />And don't give me this Crif Dog shit either... Eating a Crif Dog is like taking your pet pig (or pitbull) to the prom. You can dress it up any way you'd like, but when it comes down to it, you're still slow dancing with a pig. Eating a Spike's Junkyard Dog is like taking five supermodels to the prom who also happen to be Rhodes Scholars, have worked three years with Peace Corps, Americorps, AND the Marine Corps, and are totally freaky in the bedroom.<br /><br />The one silver lining in all this is that the other 9 locations are going to remain open... For now. But they can't survive without your support! Go <a href="http://www.spikesjunkyarddogs.com/locations.html"target=_blank>find your nearest Spike's</a> and start eating hot dogs today!! (They even have vegetarian dogs for you non-meat-eaters!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-25443673897098339532008-09-11T10:03:00.002-04:002008-09-11T10:03:59.057-04:00...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SMklRMkOrPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5sn_W4qHRME/s1600-h/wtc_lights_DOD_Dana_Gould_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SMklRMkOrPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5sn_W4qHRME/s400/wtc_lights_DOD_Dana_Gould_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244764218410839282" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-77878849911725754692008-09-08T14:19:00.005-04:002008-09-08T14:29:43.909-04:00Something's Not Quite Right Here...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SMVu8PUcpSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_OqbMVLLjV0/s1600-h/Andoullie%2520Sausage%2520Raw.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SMVu8PUcpSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_OqbMVLLjV0/s200/Andoullie%2520Sausage%2520Raw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243719322326312226" /></a> Apparently, some nutjob <a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/breakingnews/ci_10405742"target=_blank>broke into the home </a>of 2 Fresno, CA farmworkers yesterday and stole some money.<br /><br />Why is this so strange? After all, home invasion and theft isn't <em>that</em> uncommon. Ah yes, but 22-year-old Antonio Vasquez is no ordinary burglar. This guy took it upon himself to rub spices on one of the residents and then wacked the other one with an 8-inch sausage before he ran off.<br /><br />...Yeah, take that one in for a second...<br /><br />So, not only did this guy break into a house, rub spices on one of the sleeping inhabitants and slap the other guy with an 8-inch long kilbasa, but this dumbass left his wallet in the house! Why? Who knows... probably because he left his pants there as well?? He was found hiding in a nearby field wearing only a t-shirt, boxers and socks. <br /><br />?!?!<br /><br />The only one who lucked out is the dog who found the giant piece of sausage after Vazquez chucked it while fleeing the scene.<br /><br />hahahaha...<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-74824903082689745602008-08-29T10:30:00.006-04:002008-08-29T10:33:47.154-04:00English for McCainI was forwarded <a href="http://store.johnmccain.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=PNR2879"target=_blank>this link</a> to the McCain store today. If you click "larger photo," you'll get the following picture:<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SLgIQEdf9AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6a9qNeruTf8/s1600-h/PNR2879-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SLgIQEdf9AI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6a9qNeruTf8/s320/PNR2879-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239947238613971970" /></a><br />Who needs grammar anyway?<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-22114365725845245862008-07-30T17:03:00.005-04:002008-12-11T20:37:51.175-05:00New Dragonball Movie: Shaping Up to be LAMEI love <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragonball"target=_blank>Dragonball</a>. I remember reading this comic as a little kid, from tiny little books that were all in Korean. I could barely understand the writing, but I still loved every frame. <br /><br />Then Dragonball came to American TV. Awesome. A little boring, given the fact that each episode had at least 10 minutes of closeups of various heros/villans grunting and struggling, as if they were trying to have a massive bowel movement. But still, I was a fan.<br /><br />Then I hear about a new live-action Dragonball movie that's coming out. Aweso-- OH WAIT. Not so awesome. Guess who they decided to cast as the lead character, Goku, in this Japanese manga series, based on a Chinese folk novel, that was popularized all over Asia before coming to the US? Oh of course, they cast some guy named <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0154226/"target=_blank>Justin Chatwin</a>. Of course.<br /><br /><a href="http://disgrasian.blogspot.com/2008/06/balls.html"target=_blank>Disgrasian</a> posted a great "alternative" movie poster for this film:<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SJDZakiDG5I/AAAAAAAAARU/T3Ese1TrPzo/s1600-h/Picture_12.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SJDZakiDG5I/AAAAAAAAARU/T3Ese1TrPzo/s320/Picture_12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228918217883458450" /></a><br />This movie is going to suck. <br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-79642918628150193422008-07-16T15:28:00.003-04:002008-07-16T15:43:38.854-04:00Oh Hayden... You've broken my heart...Okay. I will readily admit that I am a fan of the show Heroes. Not just because I know Masi Oka (who is a pretty great guy), but also because <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0659363/"target=_blank>Hayden Panettiere</a> is on the show.<br /><br />However, Ms. Panacotta has just broken my heart. How? She put out a music video. And it blows. Some of you may recall my <a href="http://hugethoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/scarlett-stick-to-acting-please.html"target=_blank>post about Scarlett Johamanason's awful song/video</a>. Well, here we have another example of some girl who is a pretty good actor making a HUGE mistake by putting out a terrible, terrible song. Below is a leaked video for "Wake Up Call." Think "Red Red Wine" meets Hillary Duff meets a whole lot of suck:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6okDq7_rawk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6okDq7_rawk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />NOT ONLY does the song suck, but the content of the lyrics is just atrocious:<br /><br /><blockquote>I think I'm gonna have to cheat, to finally get your eyes on me? Gonna have to make you jealous...</blockquote><br />WTF? Really?? This is the kind of horseshit that girls are supposed to do when their man isn't paying attention to them? Not ONLY should Hayden stick to acting, but for pete's sake, at least put out a song that doesn't encourage girls to play retarded games.<br /><br />Oh, and also don't put out a song that is awful. Yeah.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-33327292935872897092008-06-25T14:02:00.011-04:002008-12-11T20:37:52.027-05:00Green Energy: It's Coming!Most of my friends know that I'm a bit of a cynic when it comes the general public's adoption of clean, renewable sources of energy. I just don't think enough people care enough. Or, at least, I used to think that...<br /><br />Lately, I've been seeing a lot of reports on really cool things people are doing to promote and use alternative sources of energy. It was enough to make me think that maybe, just maybe, we will turn this thing around. A few of the coolest innovations I've seen recently include:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKKF1TtsvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZRx3sla7kVk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215883151262200562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKKF1TtsvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZRx3sla7kVk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> <strong>The Sakai City Waterfront Mega Solar Power Generation Plan </strong>- Long name, cool project. Sharp and Kansai Electric Power's giant solar energy plant will generate a ton of clean power and reduce CO2 emissions by several bajillion kilotons. Okay, the real numbers can be found in the <a href="http://sharp-world.com/corporate/news/080623_1.html" target="_blank">Sharp press release</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKK4szKU-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/GqEY-bxBL_k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215884025151509474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKK4szKU-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/GqEY-bxBL_k/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> <strong>Orange's Green Cell Phone Charging Stations</strong> - UK cell phone provider Orange will be setting up these nifty tents at the <a href="http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/" target="_blank">Glastonbury Festival</a>. Basically, they use wind and solar power to charge people's cell phones. One tent can charge about 100 cell phones per hour. Yay technology! Now I just need one for my house... <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKOo8pqUdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fbGPFpDf7TA/s1600-h/EfuelProduct1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKOo8pqUdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fbGPFpDf7TA/s200/EfuelProduct1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215888152575234514" /></a> <strong>The Microfueler</strong> - "The EFuel100 MicroFueler™ is the world's first portable ethanol micro-refinery system." In other words, sugar and/or discarded booze goes in, wait about 5-7 days, and <a href="http://www.efuel100.com/" target="_blank">useable ethanol</a> comes out. Sure it costs about $10,000 and it won't be available until late 2008. But look at it this way: now you have something to do with all the <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=The+Larry"target=_blank>Larrys</a> people leave at your parties...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKL1FFjLlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xYvgLBpYR9Q/s1600-h/honda-CLARITY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215885062463237714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKL1FFjLlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xYvgLBpYR9Q/s200/honda-CLARITY.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Honda's FCX Clarity</strong> - The first production car to be powered by hydrogen fuel cells. That's right, we're talking ZERO emissions. Not less, not some... ZERO. 'Nuff said. If you live in Southern California, <a href="http://automobiles.honda.com/fcx-clarity/" target="_blank">go get one</a>.<br /><br />So maybe we will be able to save the planet. Now if we only had some sort of machine that could suck up all that excess greenhouse carbon-dioxide in the atmosphere and turn it into something useful... Like food. Or oxygen... Hmmm...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKMumPI5UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vd2zQafLxOc/s1600-h/15_19_8---Tree--Northumberland_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215886050614371650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SGKMumPI5UI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vd2zQafLxOc/s320/15_19_8---Tree--Northumberland_web.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-65767381385287775492008-06-09T16:14:00.007-04:002008-12-11T20:37:52.546-05:00I Want I Want I Want I Want I Want I Want......the new iPhone! I've been waiting to get one of these things for probably 3 years now, ever since the first rumors started surfacing that Apple was developing a phone. I somehow managed to resist buying iPhone v.1... But yeah... I can't wait any longer. I must have it. <br /><br />The most impressive new functionalities the iThang will feature are 3G and GPS capabilities. Apple also boasts that there will be much improved audio (what that means exactly is yet to be discovered) and great battery life. Otherwise, there are a few cosmetic modifications that just add to the cool factor such as thinner edges, a headphone jack that's flush with the outside edge, a glossy black plastic backing, and solid metal buttons. Though, the new headphone jack has some practical function as well, as it will allow people to use any headphones they want without the annoying adaptors.<br /><br />AND, they've lowered the price. The 8 GB model will be available for $199 and the 16 GB model will be $299. Hot. And cheap. Hot, cheap buns. I mean, phones.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2SO3whNBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hyieFhmxoOI/s1600-h/PFO1170.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2SO3whNBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hyieFhmxoOI/s200/PFO1170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209981128120808466" /></a><br />There are a few catches though. For one, there is no increase in memory, which people were hoping for. However, the most crappy thing is that all us Apple fanboys and fangirls, will have to continue to mop up our saliva until July 11th, when they will finally roll out this beautiful piece of technology. Check out these shots from the <a href="http://live.gizmodo.com"target=_blank>Gizmodo</a> coverage of the WWDC:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2P21PUN5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8mo9KpXG6NM/s1600-h/2008wwdclive203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2P21PUN5I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8mo9KpXG6NM/s320/2008wwdclive203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209978516104558482" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2P3Qr_BUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CynRnI_XsC8/s1600-h/2008wwdclive205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SE2P3Qr_BUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CynRnI_XsC8/s320/2008wwdclive205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209978523472561474" /></a><br /><br />Will there be pre-orders? I don't know. And I don't care. All I know is, I must have one. I will have one.<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33193321.post-39792938659487357352008-06-04T10:04:00.003-04:002008-12-11T20:37:52.787-05:00Ooooh-BLAMA.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SEahh2Q4JyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mu980bxWoKk/s1600-h/art_obama_afp_gi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-r8MzN5bqlE/SEahh2Q4JyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Mu980bxWoKk/s320/art_obama_afp_gi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208027621974615842" /></a><br /><br />Holla!<br /><br />-eUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0