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Rabbit
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Mar. 29th, 2008 @ 03:10 pm
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The robots are our future.
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Mar. 17th, 2008 @ 10:22 pm
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I found this interesting.
Here's the article on that robot, not terribly technical, (well, not technical at all) but gives a little background.
http://gizmodo.com/368651/new-video-of-bigdog-quadruped-robot-is-so-stunning-its-spooky |
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the worst video evar!
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Feb. 22nd, 2008 @ 09:41 pm
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This has to be the most convincing argument against food service work ever.
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Ha Ha! Yet another childhood memory ruined!
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Feb. 17th, 2008 @ 01:51 am
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Funny, how wrong a few bleeps make this seem
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Happy Birthday sun_huntress
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Jan. 15th, 2008 @ 12:26 am
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Happy birthday Andi! I just hope you're happier about it than the cat...
and I would never, ever do something like that to you >_> |
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Sometimes I wonder if zappa really didn't do drugs
Jan. 13th, 2008 @ 06:38 pm
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this is the best wikipedia article ever
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beer_bong
Jan. 9th, 2008 @ 07:31 pm
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Don't get a border collie unless you have a big yard...they are all this crazy.......
Dec. 25th, 2007 @ 01:43 pm
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| » Dogs are awesome |
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Dec. 3rd, 2007 @ 07:24 pm
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| » I'm a genius! |
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So, cookies are great, right? You know whats better than cookies? Cookies and milk!
Nov. 26th, 2007 @ 11:54 pm
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| » Its Over! |
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So, it snowed yesterday, and I had to plow. Let me first preface this by saying I am being paid pretty well to plow, but that said, the hours suck. I didn't get to sleep until about 12:30 tuesday night, and I got the call to go plow at 1:30. So, I went and plowed till about 9:00, and then went straight to work and stayed till 5. Thats right folks, I worked 15 hours on 1 hour of sleep! I'm proud that I didn't fall asleep while driving home...man I was tired. So, I ate something and went to sleep at about 6 and woke up this morning at 8. 14 hours may be my new record!
Nov. 22nd, 2007 @ 11:57 am
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| » R/C |
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Good grief, I just realized how wrapped up in my own little world I've been the last week. So...last friday I bought a R/C monster truck, a Wheely King and on saturday I replaced the drive gears with ones that provide a lower ratio, locked the differentials with JB Weld and replaced the motor with a slower one that draws less power. Sunday I took it out to red rocks park and ran it, only to find it's center of gravity was unacceptably low, and the tires were garbage. Oh, and I overheated the speed control and burned a hole through it's case >_> So, on monday I started building a new chassis. In an effort lower the CG significantly, I designed and built a torsion chassis out of a cutting board and lengths of 3/32nd music wire. The chassis was complete on thursday, and the CG is very much lower. On wednesday I obtained a new set of wheels and tires, Axial Rocksters and Proline Moabs respectively. Today, I went and picked up a new steering servo, a Hitech 5985 and a new speed control, a Novak Rooster Crawler edition, and after I got home, I sat in my chair and started siping my tires. I really have gone head first into this whole deal. I've taken my truck out wheeling once, and have invested a startling amount of time in it. Tomorrow I'll install the servo and ESC, and sipe the other two tires, mount the body, and put some lead in the tires, and I should have it running on sunday. I must apologize to my friends, who I have not been paying proper attention to. Those of you who know me well should know by now that I have a very one track mind, and, when I find a new field of interest, I pretty much charge head first into it balls to the wall. So, if I seem to have been...uh, naccessible, I apologize. As a side note, a friend of mine will go with me on sunday to run our trucks, and he has a digital camera, so pictures shall be forthcoming.
Also, I found a golf cart body for my truck. Seems like just the perfect thing for my sick sense of humor. Should I do it?
oh, and I realize that this was written as to suggest I have some bloated readership, which I suspect is untrue, however if I wrote specifically to my known readership, it would defeat the purpose of writing this. In conclusion, f**k off.
Nov. 10th, 2007 @ 12:21 am
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| » Yea! |
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Oct. 23rd, 2007 @ 06:06 pm
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| » More Metal! |
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The Differences in Metal
(I did not write this)
Heavy Metal
The protagonist arrives on a harley, kills the dragon, drinks a few beers and has sex with the princess.
Power Metal
The protagonist arrives riding a white unicorn, escapes from the dragon, saves the princess and makes love to her in an enchanted forest.
Thrash Metal
The protagonist arrives, fights the dragon, saves the princess and fucks her.
Folk Metal
The protagonist arrives with some friends playing accordions, violins, flutes and many more weird instruments causing the dragon to fall asleep (because of all the dancing). Then they all leave...without the princess.
Viking Metal
The protagonist arrives in a ship, kills the dragon with his mighty axe, skins the dragon and eats it, rapes the princess to death, steals her belongings and burns the castle before leaving.
Death Metal
The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon, fucks the princess and kills her, then leaves.
Black Metal
The protagonist arrives at midnight, kills the dragon and impales it in front of the castle. Then he sodomizes the princess, drinks her blood in a ritual before killing her. Then he impales the princess next to the dragon.
Goregrind
The protagonist arrives, kills the dragon and spreads his guts in front of the castle, fucks the princess and kills her. Then he fucks the dead body again, slashes her belly and eats her guts. Then he fucks the carcass for the third time, burns the corpse and fucks it for the last time.
Grindcore
The protagonist arrives, screams something completely undecipherable for about two minutes and then leaves...
Doom Metal
The protagonist arrives, sees the immense size of the dragon and talks about how he could never beat him, then he gets depressed and commits suicide. The dragon eats his body and the princess as dessert. That's the end of the sad story.
Gothic Metal
The princess in a velvet costume starts singing soprano. The protagonist completes the duet when he shows up, they sing while the dragon plays the flute. Suddenly the dragon swallows up the pipe and accidentally scorches the beauty and the protagonist, and then he suffocates to death. All their souls are damned in hell for eternity.
Progressive Metal
The protagonist arrives with a guitar and plays a 26 minute solo. The dragon kills himself out of boredom. The protagonist arrives to the princess' bedroom, plays another solo with all the techniques and tunes he learned in the last year of the conservatory. The princess escapes looking for the Heavy Metal protagonist.
Industrial Metal
The protagonist arrives wearing greasy overcoat, makes an obscene gestures towards dragon, and gets escorted out of fairy tale land by security guards.
Speed Metal
Suddenly there is a short solo, the dragon is confused; someone's screaming weird stuff; the princess realizes she's been deflowered; the dragon and the princess are still looking for the one who caused this.
Christian Metal
The protagonist rides in on his way home from Church and sings a mushy power ballad to the dragon about how much Jesus loves him and that the dragon should turn to Him. The Dragon is immediately converted, and when the princess wants to 'thank' the protagonist he replies, "Sorry, but I don't believe in having sex before marriage."
Glam Metal
The protagonist arrives; the dragon laughs at the protaganist’s appearance and lets him enter. He steals the princess' make up and tries to paint the castle in a beautiful pink color.
Nu-Metal
The protagonist arrives in a run down Honda Civic and attempts to fight the dragon but he burns to death when his moronic baggy clothes catch fire.
Oct. 15th, 2007 @ 09:56 pm
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Over the years I have found that a large portion of people my age regularly use recreational drugs, particularly marijuana, and the present social atmosphere condones it, even encourages it to some degree. I have several reasons to believe this is a bad thing, all of which should be quite obvious, though are apparently not.
My first problem with recreational drug use is that it's practice alters the way people respond to life. I can give many examples, but marijuana for instance seems to have the affect of deadening the responses of the user. I have nothing other than personal experience and observations to support this claim, however I still hold it as true. The real problem with this is that the affects to not go away quickly, as with alcohol, but the affects can linger for months after ceasing use. 6 months after I stopped using marijuana, I noticed, seemingly out of the blue, my thought processes sped up, my awareness of my surroundings was up. It was as if I had been wandering through a fog for 2 years, and all of a sudden it was over. I have spoken with several other people who have experienced similar results. The reason that most pot-heads don't realize how much their drug use affects their cognitive function is because the "fog" sets in gradually, slowly enough to not be noticed. For this reason I always suggest that pot heads take a few months off, just to see what affect this has on their life. I think most intelligent people would not use drugs if they knew how much of a toll it took on their lives.
Secondly, I take issue with the concept of using any substance for the purpose of coping with life's problems. If a person genuinely has a chemical imbalance in their brain, such as schizophrenia, severe depression, or other real psychological problems, use of drugs as prescribed by a qualified physician is entirely reasonable, even necessary. Self medication for the purpose of being better able to cope with problems in one's life is a cop out, and arguably the worst way to handle the situation. Every single person alive has problems, and the vast majority of these problems are FIXABLE! A clear head is essential to resolving life's problems.
Further compounding the above issues is the fact that recreational drug use dampens initiative and motivation. I can't say I know a single person who regularly uses drugs that has made any effort to improve their life. They continue to work the same dead-end jobs, make no effort to learn or expand their horizons, and seem to be quite alright with it. I would be fine with this if they didn't complain about their plight, but I can't think of any instance where this has been the case. If something isn't right in your life, fix it! No one else is going to do it for you, and expecting someone else to fix your problems is fucking ridiculous.
My final argument against drug use is simple. Drug prohibition has done nothing to stem demand for drugs, so the supply has necessarily shifted from upstanding white collar criminals to very dangerous cartels and drug gangs (see the Medellín Cartel.) Simply put, buying illegal drugs puts money in the hands of those who deserve it the least. Think of abstinence as a boycott of unethical, dangerous criminals who have made Columbia the dangerous place it is today, who murder anti-drug officials and police all over the world, and kidnap people at will. No matter what the positive affects there are to drug use, supporting the antics of such sub-human slime is inexcusable. Take a look at the notable actions in organized crime this year, it's perfectly obvious what they do.
In conclusion, don't do drugs. Drugs are bad.
Oct. 14th, 2007 @ 04:33 pm
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My good friend Keith has lent me a sizable portion of his music collection so that I might rip the CDs. His music collection is diverse, ranging from country to rap, and literally everything in between, however it would seem he is a particularly large fan of metal, and all of the over-categorized genres contained within the metal umbrella. I do like some metal, though I must say most of it is pretty bad, but the main thing that strikes me about metal is how funny it is. I see bands like Satyricon, and Cannibal Corpse, and how hard they try to be frightening and offensive, and I can't do anything but laugh. Tell me this isn't funny:
The above band, called Immortal, makes semi-listenable music, nothing special, (without an "sh" anyways,) but not terrible. Thing is, they take themselves way too seriously. Think about Kiss for a moment; their mothers dressed them funny too, but they had a good time about it, and didn't take themselves too seriously. For Kiss, it was about rock and roll, drugs and cheap, anonymous sex. For these losers, it's about the devil and blood and offending/scaring people. Do they scare you, or do they look like they're going to go play dungeons and dragons after they take a hit off of their inhaler to bring that asthma attack under control? Now, you won't find me speaking ill of fantasy, or any good RPG, but the fact remains, your average D&D player is not generally very intimidating.
Another thing about metal that cracks me up is how over-categorized it is. Wikipedia lists fully 27 different sub-genres of metal, most of which are basically the same. People seem to have forgotten that individual bands have their own unique sound, and that does not require a new sub-genre.
Metal bands also come up with some of the funniest names. Take for instance, Luciferion, or Pig Destroyer, who reportedly named themselves "Pig Destroyer" because "Cop Killer" would have been "tactless." This, coming from a former member of Anal Cunt, a band whose entire appeal would seem to lie in the shocking nature of their name (if you've heard them, you know exactly what I mean.)
At this point, I must admit that I really like metal. I'm listening to it right now. All of the bands I've mentioned (excluding Anal Cunt) I have. I'm thinking about getting rid of the cannibal corpse I have, as it's really pretty bad, but the fact remains, I like metal. I just think that metal bands need to loosen up some.
Oct. 7th, 2007 @ 03:42 pm
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SO....two of my roomate's (Tony) old buddies are in town, both on leave from the army (curiously enough, at the same time) and the house has been a veritable zoo. I do my best to be tolerant and respectful, and for the most part, they have been too, but I must admit, I really don't like most of Tony's friends. Now, to their credit, none of them have wronged me in any way, but I have a hard time finding common ground with most of them.
The thing I find most confusing is their...uh, questionable taste in women. For those who know me, it should already be known that I do not like air-heads. Moreover, I find I am not, in the least bit, attracted to the floozy look. Somehow though, the bulk of these guys are only interested in what I would describe as trashy, nasty, loud, obnoxious freaks. And not good freaks, the creepy, I wouldn't fuck that with yours kind. The kind of girl I can't spend 5 minutes with because she can only discuss lip gloss. I can't figure out what the attraction is. I will let these guys have 'em, because I really really don't want 'em, but the fact remains, I have a really hard time putting up with stupid girls.
As a clarification, I do not use the terms girl, woman and lady interchangeably. I use the term "girl" to describe females with the high school mentality, woman to describe a mature, intelligent female who has earned the designation, and lady to describe my grandmother on my father's side. Anyone caught speaking ill of her shall walk the plank.
Curiously, one of Tony's friends who used to bug the crap out of me has really turned into a cool guy. Dylan used to be an annoying hyperactive jerk, but his time in the army really seems to have done him well. He's calmed down considerably and has really developed a keen intellect. I actually had a very interesting conversation with him, and I am impressed at how much he's grown up. I guess I never really disliked him, but he was always pretty annoying. I'm glad he's doing so well for himself.
This has clearly gone on long enough, and I must adjourn, as my bass is calling me, and I must not ignore it.
Oct. 1st, 2007 @ 10:14 pm
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I have, since I was a small child, held an intense dislike for daylight savings time, and I feel this strange idea needs to be quietly put to death. My primary complaints with daylight savings time are, firstly, having to adjust to a new sleep schedule, and secondly, having to wake up an hour early for such a large portion of the year. In fact, even now I have not adjusted to DST, and this crap has been going on for fully 6 months. I have another, more esoteric reason for my intense dislike of DST; I am deeply bothered by any group of people forcing their ideas upon those who disagree, even if the oppressors are a majority, and I feel that this is the case with DST. I realize this is strange, but I find I am not bothered by this. So, I humbly suggest the abolition of daylight savings time, and the desecration of the memory of all those involved in it's creation. Boo Hiss.
Sep. 30th, 2007 @ 08:23 pm
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| » Bwaahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! |
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It would seem reasonable that a proper introduction be made as this is my first post on this "livejournal" thing. I am Captain Maximus! Feared by many, loved by more! Forgive me if I seem a bit conceited, but my greatness precludes me from such lowly (and generally meaningless) niceties as reserve or modesty. You, no doubt, have also noticed that I am also the most intelligent and most skilled wordsmith to have ever entered the hallowed profession of piracy. Do not second guess yourself on this point, I am truly of superior intellect. This makes me a doubly perilous marauder, as I can just as easily exploit any mental weakness or error in strategy as I could crush your skull betwixt my thumb and forefinger. Yes, the extent of my physical might is virtually beyond compare. Surely, your only hope is to grovel before me and beg my mercy. So, get to it.
Sep. 29th, 2007 @ 08:53 pm
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