Okay I know it’s been a while. A long while. But several things have been happening that just didn’t allow for much blogging time.
Among those things is a broken ankle. Life has recently started to become simple enough again so that just the act of waking up in the morning and getting ready for work isn’t the equivalent of participating in the IronMan competition. Getting ready for work is down to simply competing in only two of the three events.
A lot of you may be wondering how someone who has such mad ninja skills as myself could succumb to a series of events that would lead to a broken ankle. All I’m going to say about it is that Squirrel Fishing, whipped cream, Post-It Notes, a tire iron, and invisible sheets of ice on sidewalks is a recipe for a disaster in which anyone not having the same ninja skills as I would have caused them to cash in their chips.
The other reason I neglected to devote the proper amount of time and attention due this blog was an experiment that was being performed concerning WEB 2.0 and AJAX programming in which I was an integral participant. It basically entailed isolating 1,000 monkeys together in a room, each with a laptop, to see if they could write a Web 2.0 AJAX enabled program that would actually work. The experiment may have succeeded much sooner if not for the one monkey who delighted in flinging poo at any other monkey that looked like it was attempting to be productive. Bubbles pointed out that if I would just calm down and dispose of the poo in a correct manner instead of flinging it at others, things would go much smoother for everyone. For those of you who may be wondering , yes, it was THAT Bubblesколи под наем. He had been looking for work ever since he and Michael had a falling out concerning an argument about Bubbles’ exclusive right to have Michael dangle him by the leg outside any window higher than fifteen feet above the ground in front of cheering crowds.
Anyway the program can be found here at Blog Battle Royale. There are still a few features that need to be added and I’m sure all the bugs haven’t been worked out yet but it there anyone to use. If you have a blog please feel free to participate.
So when will I have another post? I dunno I have to master the Glockenspiel Hero game for the Wii that I got for Christmas so it may be a little while.
If I had a T-shirt that I had to wear everyday with one word describing myself it would be “Mukluk”. You may think that mukluk is a strange choice but mukluks have had a profound impact in my life and reflect many of the characteristics that I myself exhibit.
One. Mukluks are light and allow hunters to move quietly. Two attributes a young hopeful ninja aspires to attain on a daily basis.
Two. The great, but under appreciated, General Tso ,while discussing mukluks with his subordinates, has been attributed with saying “Although you can’t eat them, they are essential to any worthwhile campaign”.
Three. A very obscure but well known fact about mukluks is that the radar cross section of a pair of mukluks is the same as a grain of rice.
Four. Notable wearers of mukluks have been Kate Moss and Gwyneth Paltrow, both of which I have had to have restraining orders placed upon so they would stop stalking me.
Five. You can go partying with a pair of mukluks and you’re guaranteed to have the greatest time of your life.
Six. On a gloomy day nothing can cheer you up more the sitting by the fireplace with a pair of mukluks and a glass of wine. Just don’t let them get drunk.
Five. Everyone knows the funniest words end in “k”.
This post was written as an entry for the Mystery Topic Challenge.
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You have a t shirt. You have to wear it all day, every day. It has one word about you, describing you in some way, written on it. It is from this word that strangers and friends draw their conclusions about you. What is your word, and why?
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I’ve been pretty under the weather lately so I really got nothin’ for ya. Being a Star Wars fan I thought I would post the following video and let you all be amazed at the effort that this guy put into this.
BTW Timothy Edward Smith (the guy) wrote the musical score AND did the video. He’s got my awesomest ninja ever vote.
[video http://www.smallrc.com/myduskybrain/wp-content/uploads/one_season_more.wmv]
Star Wars the Musical
I’m participating in a “mystery topic challenge” started over at the BlogExplosion forums. The mystery topic is “Tattoos: Like ‘em or leave ‘em? and do you have any?” and can be found here. The guy who came up with the idea must be like a genius or something. Or at least some kind of super ninja.
I used to think tattoos were cool. In fact, I used to hang out with a guy who had “sleeves”. His entire arms were covered in tattoos. Believe it or not all of his tats were of Star Wars characters in various scenes. They were well thought out and placed pretty strategically. He could make people laugh every time by making the Jawas do some pretty funny sexual things to Chewbacca. So when you hang around someone with tats and skills like that while your young and impressionable (I was 28 or so) how can you not think tattoos are fabtastic.
Then I got married.
The Queen Mother has wanted to get a tattoo ever since I first met her. However, when the topic would come up I usually expressed some reservations. I’m sure Darth Vader is a nice guy and all but I don’t think I want him staring at me from between my wifes breasts while we were in bed at night. When I told her so she usually slapped me around for a while and then would tell me to stop being ridiculous. She would get something much more tasteful. Something like an anchor, a skull, or a triton.
One conversation I remember in particular went something like this:
Queen Mother: I want a tattoo.
Me: No!
Queen Mother: Come on. Don’t you think that tattoo of the Jolly Roger on that girls crotch is sexy?
Me: I don’t think that’s a tattoo. I think it’s an FDA warning for poison.
Queen Mother: It is not! Stop being stupid. I’m getting a tattoo.
Me: The only tattoo your going to get is a tattoo of my face.
Queen Mother: Fine! I’ll put it on my ass!
At first I thought it might be pretty funny to make her go through with that one. Until I realized that occasionally while the Queen Mother and I were having “relations” I would see an image of my face giving me oral. Not cool!
So in conclusion had you asked me if I thought tattoos were cool before I met the Queen Mother:
Tattoos=Cool.
After I met her:
Tattoos=Therapy.
[tags]tattoos,Star Wars[/tags]
The Queen Mother interupted my viewing pleasure Sunday night (I was pleasuring my view with FireFly in HD) to inform me that we were now going to watch MTV’s Video Music Award show. She has an affinity for watching award shows matched only by my repulsion for the waste of airwaves used to broadcast such poppycock.
While watching the disaster that was Britney Spears’ “comeback”, the Queen Mother told me to keep the volume of my retching down, but eventually even she had to admit that there was something vastly gruesome about the “performance” that was wasting the valuable time of our plasma tvs life expectancy.
At first I thought our opinion might be at odds with all the celebrity rags out there, after all, I never thought she had much talent to begin with (except for the talents she had that had nothing to do with her music). But I think you would be hard pressed to find any of them that thought she performed well. The one I stumbled upon even stated that Simon Cowell had pronounced her career officially dead.
And then I ran across this:
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If this is what remains of her fanbase I’ll have to agree with Simon on this one.
Seriously dude, get someone to do a better job with your makeup!
Now please excuse me, I have to go make a video of myself telling the execs who want to cancel FireFly that they will have to go through me if they don’t leave the show alone…..oh….wait!
Bastids!
[tags]FireFly,Britney Spears,MTV,VMA[/tags]