I should use this as a medium to complain about stuff. But i have nothing to complain about. I have been eating a lot of chicken wings, i'm not complaining because chicken wings are good.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Green Turtles, Grey Turtles, External Soft Shell
Why isn't it sunny anymore? That weather is like all grey on stuff. And it's Christmas, shouldn't it be like nicer?
Thursday, October 25, 2012
A short weight loss tip
After consuming the entire bag of cheetos, you may feel the urge to lick the flavoring left behind on your fingers. Resist, don't give in to that urge. You are better than that, and you don't need anymore. You are in control and not the orange stains covering your hands. Knowing this will grant you the will power you need to lose weight.
This post was written entirely by my right hand.
This post was written entirely by my right hand.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Been Playing "Gems with Friends"
Fun, addicting, fragment sentence.Though the "With Friends" part should be put in quotations. While the starting grid is the same, the games use of power ups (randomly chosen), and grid open space 'need' handicap make it so that the order of the titles will not be the same. Add to the fact that you can not choose the power ups you want places more emphasis on luck.
The importance of luck is not vital. What is most important is money. Hiding behind the shell of a puzzle game is a game of 'pay to win'. The frequency of power ups you receive in a round can be boosted by spending coins. You get coins by receiving them in a random amount by slot machine that you can spin once every hour and a half or by purchasing them directly with real money (the player can also purchase more spins with money also). You can blow all of your slot earnings in one round guaranteeing that you will achieve victory over your more frugal opponent.
The importance of luck is not vital. What is most important is money. Hiding behind the shell of a puzzle game is a game of 'pay to win'. The frequency of power ups you receive in a round can be boosted by spending coins. You get coins by receiving them in a random amount by slot machine that you can spin once every hour and a half or by purchasing them directly with real money (the player can also purchase more spins with money also). You can blow all of your slot earnings in one round guaranteeing that you will achieve victory over your more frugal opponent.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday, August 17, 2012
The Skys be Clear
Uniting as one, the fallen sparrow searches the once forgotten plain.
Sure.
Llamas.
And goat cheese.
Lots of goat cheese.
Sure.
Llamas.
And goat cheese.
Lots of goat cheese.
Monday, August 6, 2012
The failure of a fuzzy logic rice cooker
How is it possible? The miraculous nature of this invention does not allow such things. Yet it happened. Born of an obscurely common mathematical focus, you change when exposed to different environments. The summer's heat had gotten to you. No longer can you hold the grains which support so many. The arms of yes and no, yin and yang, right and wrong, one and zero have collapsed. Had no attempt to clasped, drying moisture into a furry white coat.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Starting
Amazingly, when stepping foot on the scale at the gym, I was the exact same weight as the person before me.
I am currently at a Starbucks. One of those coffee joints that people come and hang out by themselves. They, and by proximity, I have am excuse of being here to try and do 'work'. Why? Why not. Starbucks is the hub of creativity. This store alone has launched a thousand ships into the waters of the real world.
I realize that I have to order something. Being a nice, clear, summer day inside a dark Starbucks, I thought it would be appropriate to order a decaf double espresso over ice. (And when I ordered it the barrister didn't correct my use of 'double', into the Starbucks' realm 'doppio'). Today it tastes like a black coffee.
I'm just trying to copying the people before me. I have my official looking leather messenger bag, that I wear, higher than the strap allows. My leg opening of my jeans are smaller than the circumference of my calves, (The leg kind, the calf I raise at home is severely emaciated).
And this was the post. Let's get out of the Precambrian.
I am currently at a Starbucks. One of those coffee joints that people come and hang out by themselves. They, and by proximity, I have am excuse of being here to try and do 'work'. Why? Why not. Starbucks is the hub of creativity. This store alone has launched a thousand ships into the waters of the real world.
I realize that I have to order something. Being a nice, clear, summer day inside a dark Starbucks, I thought it would be appropriate to order a decaf double espresso over ice. (And when I ordered it the barrister didn't correct my use of 'double', into the Starbucks' realm 'doppio'). Today it tastes like a black coffee.
I'm just trying to copying the people before me. I have my official looking leather messenger bag, that I wear, higher than the strap allows. My leg opening of my jeans are smaller than the circumference of my calves, (The leg kind, the calf I raise at home is severely emaciated).
And this was the post. Let's get out of the Precambrian.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Whatsp been goin on
To april is national poetry month as you all know, for what nation I should not say. But I have been out of touch will most of you. Some of you who know my other aliases will know that I do live streams on the Internet. I do stuff there. The website is www.twitch.tv/northnortheast. I am going to have to finish this later.
Bye
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Doom Berry
What flavor is that?
Well, it doesn't really exist, but if it did , I'd expect it to taste sweet at first. Not a piercing sweet like a candy, but a natural sweet, something that you'd expect from a fruit. Though, it would encompass greater intensity with a bit of tart, after all it is a berry. The great taste would be subtly powerful, and would cause people all over the globe to harvest the plentiful berry. Unknowingly, it causes addiction to those fortunate enough with the resources to procure the special berry. The more the berries are devoured, the more that its host body craves it. At advance addiction, the body only thinks to gather more berries. Cheating, stealing and other 'immoral' behavior is not an obstacle for the host body. With the rise of advanced addicts, cultural norms change. Society splits into armies who's only two goals are to protect the berries they control and to gain more berries. Intellects will criticize the actions of addicts, and call for mass disarmament of those who are foreign to their to land, but never will they criticize the berry, who's subtle flesh is burned into their mind. The fighting repeats itself for centuries, until the berry vanishes. The centuries of fighting has choked any communication between factions. Armies call for an all out assault on each other. All but the wealthiest army are destroyed. Still, without a single precious berry in sight, infighting in the last faction causes their destruction. They are left to small clans where, shortly after, the berry consumes them.
Well, it doesn't really exist, but if it did , I'd expect it to taste sweet at first. Not a piercing sweet like a candy, but a natural sweet, something that you'd expect from a fruit. Though, it would encompass greater intensity with a bit of tart, after all it is a berry. The great taste would be subtly powerful, and would cause people all over the globe to harvest the plentiful berry. Unknowingly, it causes addiction to those fortunate enough with the resources to procure the special berry. The more the berries are devoured, the more that its host body craves it. At advance addiction, the body only thinks to gather more berries. Cheating, stealing and other 'immoral' behavior is not an obstacle for the host body. With the rise of advanced addicts, cultural norms change. Society splits into armies who's only two goals are to protect the berries they control and to gain more berries. Intellects will criticize the actions of addicts, and call for mass disarmament of those who are foreign to their to land, but never will they criticize the berry, who's subtle flesh is burned into their mind. The fighting repeats itself for centuries, until the berry vanishes. The centuries of fighting has choked any communication between factions. Armies call for an all out assault on each other. All but the wealthiest army are destroyed. Still, without a single precious berry in sight, infighting in the last faction causes their destruction. They are left to small clans where, shortly after, the berry consumes them.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Review of Lenovo Thinkpad W520
ahhhhhh shit. Gotch y'all. You really think I'm about the do some lame ass vanilla review of a computer after being absent of a month? If you did, Welcome to my BLOG, read up on the back posts to catsup. For those width it, lose weight, your lifestyle; CHOICE, is causing all of our health care costs to be higher. Yeah I did get a new computer, but who the fuck cares about that. I'm streaming now, the shit on full production, you can see me Monday nights, asdfjkl; home row on the qwerty. Targeted text: Loans, Annuity Payments, iPhone, Santorum def, ROTH, Juniper.
It's always about juniper. More specifically the berry. Or more correctly the "berry". If you just read that out loud you should have made a paws before berry while emphasizing its two syllables so a person experienced in sarcastic American English will understand that the berry is not actually a berry. I think I should have put that last sentence in parenthesis. Poetry after this paragraph though, seriously. Juniper berries are nasty, some on them are poisonous. The berries can't even make good alcohol. Gin is completely garbage. Don't tell me I'm just not sophisticated enough. The shits almost always drunken mixed with some other substance, other then that it's an ultra dry gin martini. And yes, gin is so shitty that you have to specify 'gin' martini, it couldn't even keep the name of the drink it's originally used in.
Oh yeah poetry, poetry;
Plug,
into the world where businesses run,
money changes hands at blistering speed,
information reaches one end at sun rise,
to the other at sun set,
where racism is still funny,
there is no regard for decency,
where one can become king,
and many can become one,
that doesn't exist.
It's always about juniper. More specifically the berry. Or more correctly the "berry". If you just read that out loud you should have made a paws before berry while emphasizing its two syllables so a person experienced in sarcastic American English will understand that the berry is not actually a berry. I think I should have put that last sentence in parenthesis. Poetry after this paragraph though, seriously. Juniper berries are nasty, some on them are poisonous. The berries can't even make good alcohol. Gin is completely garbage. Don't tell me I'm just not sophisticated enough. The shits almost always drunken mixed with some other substance, other then that it's an ultra dry gin martini. And yes, gin is so shitty that you have to specify 'gin' martini, it couldn't even keep the name of the drink it's originally used in.
Oh yeah poetry, poetry;
Plug,
into the world where businesses run,
money changes hands at blistering speed,
information reaches one end at sun rise,
to the other at sun set,
where racism is still funny,
there is no regard for decency,
where one can become king,
and many can become one,
that doesn't exist.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Math question of the day
Two spheres of equal size are intersecting, given the radius X, and distance of sphere 1 and sphere 2 's centeroid, Y, find the formula of the circumference of the circle where the two spheres intersect.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Did I Wake You This Morning?
My attention span is incredibly short today. It's like I have adhd. I tried to calm my nerves by watching a movie, but after starting three different movies that failed. And why do I have nerves now? There is nothing of importance going on. Chill, chill, chill. Repeating it three times has no effect, repeating it any longer still has no effect.
Excuse my profanity (like I care if you are offended), but damn. I thought I had to take my mother to the eye doctor today, but she now says that is tomorrow. So shit. I need to explode, I need to release this energy that is inside me.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Something about motion
For the past week I forgot how old I was. Well, I knew the area of the years I have lived, but the specific number drew a blank. Previously I though that I was actually old than I was because I have friends that have turned that age. The problem is that I am a few months younger that they are and so I thought that I was older in time than I am, which kind of scared me.
I think it would be better if we all could forget our age, and live as the age we choose to. I, personally, would choose to live at this age that I currently feel. Although I need to sprint more often. I haven't done that in quite a long time. Doing that would give me an idea of how much I have aged, though I still believe that I can sprint just as fast as I could three years ago. The lion will never catch up to me. The lion being time.
I think it would be better if we all could forget our age, and live as the age we choose to. I, personally, would choose to live at this age that I currently feel. Although I need to sprint more often. I haven't done that in quite a long time. Doing that would give me an idea of how much I have aged, though I still believe that I can sprint just as fast as I could three years ago. The lion will never catch up to me. The lion being time.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Click Here?
Do I really want you to click some where to be able to read the rest of this post? It's up to you. If it were me reading this post, I would like all content already right there in front of me (knowing that all content is just text). But whatever.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Super D Virus
I just had a weird dream again. It happens occasionally, just with different variation. It's always vivid, and what ever that happens in there makes me not want to wake up. Maybe I should act on my sleeping dream IRL. I wonder what my dog dreams of. Probably of food, and taking unleashed runs through a grass field chasing small objects that look interesting. Have a good year.