The subtitles only add to the weirdness, I almost wish I did not know.
24-year-old Dillon apparently fell asleep in a trash bin somewhere in the downtown Auburn area, where a fall festival was held this week. He had been out drinking Thursday night at an Auburn bar. Come on, people. You or someone you know has come close to this.
Well, it has happend... Megarad Technologies has turned one year-old today.
Who here fuking hates kHz right now?
All Mr. Wackenheim wanted was a chance to earn an honest living being thrown around discoteques by burly men. And he has been denied. What a cruel, unfair world.
To begin this read, I would like to start you all off with a brief description and you can see if you are interested in reading on further:
Matt Beauchamp for Illinois Secretary of State. He's going to fix the DMV -- If I could vote for him I would.
Britney to head anti-theft campaign. If she just took off her clothes, I wouldn't be forced to steal her music.
This man likes goats because they do not protest like women. Also, they are free. This is why he raped many of them to death.
I want one of those 50' plasmas.
This is my left eye. Note light half-moon scar on cheek from where I dashed my face against a translucent turntable cover in Alabama. Blood ran out like crazy. They sewed up my eye through a sheet with a hole through it so they could work on my eye without having to look at the rest of me. This happened in the same house where I learned I was going to die one day. I cried for hours like a little girl, and I still want to. But anyway. This is my eye. Good morning, eye.
I got my Official Megarad T-shirt the other day. I actually got it just before I flew out for South Dakota and wore it during my day of hellish air travel, three different flights. I was a bit put off at first -- I'm picky about clothes and the logo is a sort of silk-screened patch or something. However, I quickly acclimated and can now say that this t-shirt is one of my favorite. A dark navy blue.
Various computer-generated films of the impact and shredding of planes/building.
This site has some interesting "selectors" from this one about beer, to "Which historical figure do you relate to?"
A little slip of the tongue from Justice Minister Herta Daeubler-Gmelin, who had no idea a reporter was in the room.
basically a huge weed site out of Arizona, i'm just giving recognition because i think the site is beautifully designed!
When I view megarad during the day I feel like a hip and happening dude, but when I view it at night I feel so dirty all over. It's worse than looking at porn.
I won't describe it. Just see it. Please, just see it.
Colleges and other organizations look at this pricelist to book musical and spoken-word acts. Can you believe Radiohead are cheaper than Korn? Carrot top gets twice as much as Mr. Show. Wha fuk?
You like kitty supah good now! Thanks to khz for this little find. Rock.
If a man loves God and God loves him hows he gonna love him less for sharing a brother forty ounce?
Decent movie, unscary. Not the movie I thought it was: a movie wherein a chick gives birth to the child of Satan, only she gets pregnant on her back like a big blister, and then the baby pops out in an abandoned hospital and crawls around in red light. B-movie, but scary.
An interesting read about a kind of grass-roots Wi-Fi "water lily" system replacing the current infrastructure.
The shrub does yet another dumb. Way to go, idiot.
My first love.....
Come on... you know you want one, you sicko.
The Hall of Nimoy's Shame Keeps on a-Rollin.
bozo the clown is actually ronald macdonald. both give me the willies..
Holy Jejus. Alt.Kibology.Retarded.
Lego people like to smoke the grass... meep straight.
Yeah, don't be self-centered. Do it for world peace.
Donkey Donkey Have Nice Teeth.
A sweet review on the new fab, CHROME window appliques!
We are the Swiss Leading / official Trendonlinemagzin futurebytes.ch
Into your fuking house. I mean it. Let me tell you about this crazy fuxing meep.
A super-summary of 2001, in Legos.
I recommend Play Politics. Technically work safe, although this is not safe for your brain.
How fake psychics fool humans.
You owe it to yourself to see this meep.
Hypersonic Speakers are around the corner. See what the proposed applications are.
Crappy movie spotting. I think the odds are that this one will be a stinker.
I don't normally do this, but I thought this was sufficiently pithy, not to mention timely...
Me and my friend went out drinking last night. Our usual dig was waaaay too overcrowded, meep ladies night. So we went barhopping. Found this meepty little bar that had $8.50 newcastle pitchers and karaoke(sp?). It was a redneck haven. The karoake machine put forth todays top country hits, and off-key half-drunk rednecks would do their best to sing to them. Their beer mugs were only 10oz, and adding insult to injury, they were plastic. Jeez, this place reeks of classless bumpkins and meatheads. Instead of drinking up the courage to ignore the surroundings, and maybe sing some johnny cash(rock!), we decided to leave meep enough alone, and skee-daddle on to the next hellhole. O-brien's Irish pub. Yeah right, I saw them pour a guiness, and it wasn't the "traditional" way. So much for being a true pub. They did have a decent selection on tap though, guiness, harp, bass, pilsner urquell, blue moon, the mandatory budweiser products, and a couple other notables. This place is hopping, not like the last place we went to. The bartender is nice(aren't they all?), but you just can't escape that "dead-end alcoholic" feel that your parents warned you about. Maybe in college towns bars are cool, everywhere else, they're just a haven for people who have nothing better to do than blow their paychecks on booze and video poker, trying so desperately to escape their dead-end jobs, mortgages, kids, meep bosses, the meep that cut them off on their way home, and their deteriorating health. Not that me or my friend are any better. We're right there with them, drink for drink, letting go of the things that bother us in our lives, or maybe holding on that much tighter. In one of my former journal entries, vasudeva wrote in reply "meep it is the best medicine ever created". Good advice. The man must be a meeping genius. 2 o' clock sneaks up like a ninja in a monastery full of evil nuns, and we decide that we're drunk enough to leave. The art of drunk driving is a lost art. There aren't many that can do it well, a select few of them are left, and the bad ones you can spot a mile away. Steady she goes, no sudden jerks, keep it between the lines, straight, no weaving, just focus, and concentrate. We really need a good public transportation system around here. We get to my friends house(5 minute drive), we have the beer munchies. Gotta get some carbs and fats to balance out all that alcohol we just drank. These turkey corndogs are the meep, it was worth the wait to cook them in the oven instead of the microwave. I crash on the couch, nothing learned or realized, ready to take on tomorrow.
MySQL and PostgreSQL kick Oracle's meep in this man's opinion.
TwistedMods.com takes a look at Dangerden with Dan, one of the owners.
Style and comfort whilst computing.
MY new fav hate: Ding-Dong-Dtich kids. Here is what happened.
Grepping the IrcLog for die, dead, and death. Or, as MOMAD puts it, a "death grep." This is part 1. There are two parts left to go. Yes, I realize you've already stopped reading.
Geez boys, I'm not sure if the Al-Qaeda live here. A picture of the Al-Qaeda house busted in NY
How can this cost $700?