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5 quotes from around the internet:

1. "Come here you magnificent douche bag."

2. "Say what you will about Bono, but the guy would suck a dick for those Africans."

3. "My mother never saw the irony of calling me a son of a bitch."

4. "You're going to be the Magic Johnson of autistic people....and by that I mean you'll get AIDS."

5. "bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? I’m the best 17 year old ever."

this, is sparta...

...library! ¯\(o_º)/¯

thanks to jon for the pic. so why not post a couple more; and video.

two minutes of dreamy relaxation

Get psyched!


Music videos: Peter, Bjorn & John, Action Action, and The The.

5 quotes from around the internet:

1. "This started out as a joke but ended in boners."

2. "Dude is really fucking proud of the fact that his dick looks like the dicks people draw on bathroom walls."

3. "Could you have more shit all over your body please? You look like you spent three weeks doodling on yourself with a Waste of Money pen."

"Dear Dad,
4. I know you think I’m running around all night with young boys. I’m not. They’re your age.
Love,
Your Worst Nightmare Times Two"

5. "Have you ever seen anybody so happy about being the exact opposite of country music?"

Don't say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I've been polite. If you say anything else - word one - I will kill myself. And when my tainted spirit finds its destination, I will topple the master of that dark place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one.
When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin.
I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.

shocked by the recent reports on channel 12 that 1 in 94 children in jersey have autism. i suppose that is a startling figure, highest in the nation type stuff, and that there is some sort of investigation under way. makes you wonder about yourself. or me, about myself.

howdy do every body. plodding away, as such, peat moss and the like. yourself?

ah, so im up to some shit. ill do this in pictures, because it is easier. let us start with this one. i found this on the shack. it is from a kid who lives in iceland. apparently everyone in iceland witnessed this and a quick glance at flickr shows multiple members proudly showing this off. be proud iceland. proud of your pale pastel skies.

then we have this. i will go ahead and say it. i have an unhealthy obsession with this webcam. cam whore, would you say? the one i share is one of many i have saved. you know why? because i check that site nearly 50 times a day. sometimes more, sometimes less. but you have to understand when you watch a dynamic environment sometimes things happen. it may be of no interest to you but i have pics saved of someones reflection in the window of that webcam. a truck pretty regularly parks at one of the closer antenna masts. i have yet to see anyone plowing, but there is almost always evidence of such. it must take place when the environ goes twilight.

which makes me think. this webcam is spectacular. it claims to be updated at random intervals throughout the day. that means they either have some very comprehensive software package or, my theory, that they have inhouse programmers. this fascinates me. the idea of researching a protocol, be it usb, ps/2, com or the interface to an array of 180 antennas capable of 3.6 MW. bake the D layer as the dude says on page 3 of the email responses. electrical engineering. designing these complicated devices and steering the massive amount of data going either way (i/0) into some appropriate software. are you sensing some sort of keen interest on my part. some dormant tinkerer. i wish. wow, what, where? oh that camera. yeah, some poor sap, probably a high school student, brought on staff to do some software interfacing, and gets the webcam. but my hats are off. it has to take the visual data, make some sort of conclusion about time of day, let alone operating conditions, and decide whether to put the image through, to me. let it go.

next pic. how exciting! from here on out you will be witnessing pictures i have taken. this current one is my attempt to image the lunar eclipse. i bungee strapped my new binoculars to a pole and tried to stay my hand bringing the camera to the eyepiece. if i had stayed the camera my shots may have looked like these. im pretty impressed with myself.

which brings this to the table. a picture of charlie's coffee shop, where i make somewhat of a cameo. i spend some hours here a week, keeping charlie or his mom company, tinkering. i usually bring my laptop and try to get some work done. but most of the time it is conversation. losers with a dream. big dreams, though. here is a picture from outside that same day. a good visual metaphor for my mind. for our shit fuck cocksuckers.

shaping up to be a monster. apparently one capable of doing some serious physical damage. this was a harrowing experience. the monster, cam janssen, 25 of the devils. seek and destroy some might say. bee-line straight for the young man you see on the stretcher. then the hit. and the second hit, the young man's neck into the boards. look where the picture is taken from, i had a full view of it all. when the contact happened, i put my head in my shirt, everyone else was cheering. im not lying to you folks, i thought this guy was dead, and people were cheering unaware of death. he lay still, i mean motionless, lifeless. can you picture the scenario if he did in fact die? i was, one thousand miles an hour in my head. it is a strange thing. i believe when i was hiding my face someone i was there with said "..this is what you come for, and youre missing it."

this is wayne when im sick. this, too.

i apologize for using imagesocket. i guess it is slow as a motherfucker. i just wanted to see how many people looked at what i post. guess im longing for recognition. if you like anything you can email me. my email is wildboogard@yahoo.com; it would be nice to hear from anyone. im listening to this kt tunstall shit right now and it has got me by the balls. making me feel. feel human. feel frustrated with myself. dont point the finger at me you have been there. one will overcome but you must embrace the moments you are struggling to do so. they are of value.

This would be my car from four different angles. Notice that there are no tires. That's because somebody stole them. All of them. Broke into the car, popped my trunk, and then used my jack to steal them. They were nice enough to leave all 16 lug nuts, though.

Waking up to that plus a massive hangover has made today rule!


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well since i now own the site by rule of "threes" i might as well spout off at the mouth.

i cant seem to escape purple rain or prince. i seemed to like the super bowl performance even though i did not see it live. i keep telling myself maybe i will download some prince, i mean there is the whole chappelle basketball thing, too.

aside from that things get kinda awkward kinda fast. i tend to look through my magazines rather than read them. when i do this i am armed with a pen and a pad of paper and i take notes of photographers (re: norfolk) and journalists who have work that catches my eye so that i may pursue them on the internet. some of the magazines are wired, time, esquire and the sunday nytimes insert. the magazine reason, of which i am a subscriber, i tend to just save. the others i do the read, note, throw out thing. however, i have a little bit of a feud going with them. i signed up for their magazine and did it through an offer to receive a book with the subscription as a promo. i have not got the book to date and i believe i have been a subscriber for almost two years. when i emailed them about it the first time i said my subscription included a "free" book which i had never received. they told me my subscription did not show such an offer. i then realized it was not "free" but paid for with the subscription as a special offer, so i just showed them the receipt email. they must have flagged me as ignorant because i am not getting this book. when they said they would send it right away and it would take 6-8 weeks i was happy. 8 weeks went by and i sent a quick email with the past correspondence in tact explaining that 8 weeks and no book. i got this back "we will send the book under different cover." are they implying that someone took my mail? i am not totally sure but we are 3 weeks in and i do not have the book yet. would you not be frustrated, is this any way to run a business? ugh.

where was i. ah clippings. so today i make it a goal to look at some of the articles i printed out. i throw out the magazines and print out the online versions, i dont know, who the fuck has the time to sit down and read a magazine. so i go to lee's sushi in wayne on 23 by bachagaloops, im the only one there, and i take my sweet ass time fooding and reading "i am banksy (artist of the year) the best and brightest 2005 (art & entertainment) by colby buzzell" from volume 144 issue 6 december 2005 of esquire. sad. that there is a good read. it opened my eyes to a book called "happy birthday, jack nicholson" by hunter thompson, that i never heard of and apparently was only available in london. then there is this, this and this. i mean, you have probably seen and heard of banksy's work before, but these two pieces have special mention in that particular article and story. i would like to buy the book existencilism by banksy from amazon, but they only have one seller offering a used copy for 450 dollars.

you do understand it is just something to write about. check out my awesome watch:
diamonds, plenty of 'em. f pns cameras. though i might not be able to operate anything otherwise. curses ryerson.

so are we done? i got all excited about that every extend extra game and have not played it since. i am far from done with it though. it is just really hard to justify spending time on stuff like that lately. i feel it's running the hell out. some more of me and my jammy dance after the jump.

so im watching charmed and reading time when i come across this quote in the verbatim section of the magazine:

"'These are ugly decisions, but you either drink water or you die.'
-Peter Beattie, Premier of Queensland, Australia, who announced that owing to falling water levels--a result of the country's worst drought on record--the state will introduce drinking water containing recycled sewage water, starting next year"

cheers!

hahahah

sony is an interesting company. i am assuming their marketing crew is a group of unusual people. pre-holidays this season they attempted some viral campaign which was laughable. but they attempted it. it seems there is a creative freedom encouraged throughout the organization, possibly to a fault. i mean, that commercial was bad, and i think ive seen some other bad stuff. however sony has brought out some software i may have never seen. im talking rez, lumines, katamari, mister mosquito etc.

recently i took a look at my psp and decided to catch up on whatever the latest tinkerers were doing to the device. i found out that i can take any playstation one game, rip it to my computer, run it through a program and create a file uploadable to my psp to take my ps one games anywhere. ive done it. but that is not all.

i got into this game every extend extra. it is a game from q entertainment. this company makes such esoteric titles as listed above, rez, lumines, space channel 5, meteos, etc. i have only experieced rez and lumines. but this one. this one is great. i havent been playing games recently and i call it a game carefully. it is a virtual canvas of audio and color. i want you to play it. i want you to enjoy it. like i enjoy it. but we all have dreams. just look at the box, it is a remarkable piece of product design. tetsuya mizuguchi.

liberty

greetings from beyond the haze! here are some pictures, yo.

I've been slowly making my way through this list of the 101 Dumbest Moments in Business for 2006, which has been pretty entertaining during scattered spare moments. In addition to some hilarious blunders, there's six appearances by Wal-Mart on the list, a case of two different groups of Microsoft Employees naming completely different products the same, and an appearance by my former sworn enemy Bob Nardelli, from back in my GE days.

Everything is else is pretty much rollin'. Time with the lady. Some rock-n-roll. Lots of work at work.. but good work, which I'm cool with.

On the near horizon: going back to the gym, signing up to take and preparing for the GMATs, and reading more than I have since my commute went from an hour and half to eight minutes. Bigger things beyond. --

And The Saints prevail! It was enjoyable watching the Eagles/Saints game in South Jersey last weekend. The bar Marissa and I were in was split about 50/50 amongst Eagles lovers and loathers, so watching the happiness drain from the faces of the Philadelphia faithful in (arguably) their own territory was priceless. This is less priceless, but still a little bit funny in that humor-blog kind of way.

Last weekend provided some much needed relaxation. Marissa and I took it easy on Friday night... casual dinner with the recently married Paul and Christy followed up with viewings of Season 2 The Office episodes and an early bedtime. On Saturday we finished building the furniture for my new entertainment center and then headed down to my aunt's shore house in Seaside Park, NJ. We always try to get down there a few times during the off-season. No cell phone service, no one around.. it' s a nice way to really relax for a few days. Aside from the supermarket, Klee's for some football and bar food, and one trek under and over the boardwalk we just spent our time cooking food, watching cheesy TV, and drifting in and out of sleep. Some pics:

Jersey Stinks. Oh well. Looks like I'm going to have a hard time blaming foul Jersey odors on Staten Island for awhile.

I know I wasn't imagining things because Marissa heard it, too... but no one else I've talked to noticed one of the announcer's of the Giants/Eagles game on Sunday noting in the fourth quarter that if the Giants were going to win they'd have to play "balls out". It was quite possibly the best thing that happened in either horrid NY football game this weekend. Yuck. Let's go Saints!

Ron & Fez are back on regular radio (92.3 Free FM, 6-9pm), which is pretty cool. Somewhere on the Free FM site exists podcasts of past shows... but I can't seem to find the link at the moment. It's hands down the most entertaining thing I've ever heard on the radio. I haven't listened to music in my car for quite some time.. lately it's been all talk via my iPod or the old fashioned FM air waves. I remember driving around with my father when I was younger and being completely bored by him listening to talk all day (Imus, Mike & the Mad Dog).. but with more or less no new music that I'm interested in these days, it seems to be the only way to keep me occupied while driving. Maybe I'm getting old. --

"One day man will connect his apparatus to the very wheelwork of the universe... and the very forces that motivate the planets in their orbits and cause them to rotate will rotate his own machinery" -tesla

simon norfolk

I figured that switching over to the new Blogger might respark my interest in writing on this thing.. but as far as I can tell right now there's not a whole lot of differences, other than the fact that I'm now logging in through Google. Truth be told, I didn't even know that Google purchased Blogger, so shame on me for not being up on things.

It's been awhile. How are we? Good? Good. Christmas / New Years were both excellent. The former was spent down here in good ole Wayne, NJ and the latter up in Marissa's neck of the woods in Mass. Both allowed me a lot of great food, company, and relaxation. I was hoping to walk back into work this morning completely refreshed, but I've unfortunately come down with my first cold of the winter and it's hitting me pretty hard. If I had felt like this at my old job I definitely would've spent the day at home.. but since I'm trying to be a dedicated professional here at new job central, I'm going to suck it up. I can't imagine that starting off the first day of the year with a sick day is a good thing, anyway.

So, we've got both New York football teams in the playoffs this weekend. It's an all east coast brawl and I'm excited for both games. I don't mind the Patriots at all, in fact when I'm not watching NY football I always seek out the Pats, but seeing Big Boy Bell getting his ass handed to him by his former protege Mangini would make for a great story and a nice new reason to bicker with my New England born friends. The Giants have disappointed me (and everyone) so much this season that I honestly have a hard time caring about them winning... but my hate for all things Philadelphia is stronger than those apathetic feelings, so let's hope Eli turns into a big boy and Tiki gives us another performance worth remembering. --