In which the chaff is separated from the not-quite-so-chaffy chaff.
Google. Is there anything this company can't do? I think not. Here, enter in some items and google will fill out the rest of the list for you. Why is this useful? For those times when you need to make an example list, but aren't smart enough to think up more than one or two examples.
Today's DG is a good one. It's called Setball and it is the best online tennis game I have ever played.
Here's an excellent commercial for a Japanese construction company. Of course, by "excellent" I mean "really, really weird".
Oh man. It was a stellar day for pictures today... hard to choose just one. But I finally decided on this one. Look at it and try to figure out who the freaky guy on the left is supposed to be. 
Senior pranks have gone from the realm of awesome to unbelievably stupid. Here's a recent one where the students all just drove really, really slow to school. What the crap?
I have been informed that my site is not showing up properly on certain browsers. If you are having difficulty, could you leave a comment (if that is even possible) with the type of browser you are using and if something isn't working (or is working just fine)? Danke.
Because every home needs a painting of a rocket in it. Oh, and hands off #9 jerks. That one's mine.
and you got Bluegrass in my Radiohead. Wait a second, that's not half bad. In fact, I would go as far as to say it is 2/3 good.
If you lack the manual dexterity to assemble a trampoline, you should not be allowed to use said trampoline. Especially if you are trying to set it up in your front yard, 10 feet from a busy intersection.
Oh wait, maybe they were going to set up another trampoline across the street as some sort of uber-modern door-to-door transportation system. Then I take it all back. Carry on.
Next time, don't answer your phone while you are still peeing. In case you were wondering, that is why I laughed at you.
Now that I have a job, I am going to have to retrofit all of my drinking utensils. And label all my food "CJ's food... no touching (or eating)".
Oh yeah! I have procured myself what the kids call "a job" with Cypress Semiconductor. I will be working at their Bloomington site as a Failure Analysis Engineer. What does this mean? It means life is good. It also means I will be moving to Chaska, so Jess and I are ch-ch-checking out apartments there this weekend. Maybe I'll try to find one that lets me have a dog. Or a dawg. Either spelling is acceptable now-a-days.
However, one should note that in the days of yore, dawg was the only acceptable spelling north of the Mason-Dixon.
An excellent little rant in defense of mp3 blogs. I have always tossed around the idea of "Song of the day", but never had the gall (or bandwidth to do it). Paul, over at the DR does it weekly, and I say... Huzzah to him! Huzzah Paul! Huzzah.
Included in this link right here is a nice list of current mp3 blogs out there. So get to perusing.
If rock were chocolate, the cowbell would be the nougat center.
Just a quick listing of some of my favorite search requests that people have used to access this site.
* revenge of the nerds lamar rap lyrics
* ambihelical hexnut history
* gallon of milk puking
* father of vladimer putin
* pierre curie's photo album
* questions to know if i'm angry
* areticles [sic] on turtles
Note how the title of this post has absolutely nothing to do with the content. But hey, It's All in the Cards
Dear Pumpkin Guy,
You do realize that pumpkins don't really explode on their own, right?
Love,
Bomberman
P.S. That top looks totally cute with those pants!
I love it when the titles are automatically put in the title bar for me. Yeah Blogger... yeah.
So, Oak Island is a small island off the coast of Nova Scotia that supposedly has buried treasure, replete with booby traps. People have been prospecting there for many (read: hundreds) of years, but nothing yet. Well, save for a sweet story about a severed hand. Severed hand stories are always uber cool. Anyway, this is a fascinting critical analysis of the entire kit-n-kaboodle.
Well, I guess you can finally get some closure. And some much needed rest, you angry freak.
Hey everyone... look at me! My business meeting is so important that I refuse to pull over to the side of the road so the ambulance can get through. It's probably just an old person in there anyway! Whoopity-whoo!
Hey everyone... look at me! My business meeting is so important that I refuse to pull over to the side of the road so the ambulance can get through. It's probably just an old person in there anyway! Whoopity-whoo!
I don't freaking know, because you never use two spaces in between sentences. Use two spaces you idiot. That's why the convention exists.
How's this for science? Jerks. If you use a dialup at home, or if you use some other sort of crazy connection, like TTY, you will probably want to change the MTU (maximum transmission unit) to a lower value. Why? Because it speeds up (relatively) your connection. Here's how you do it. Now go out there and screw with some registry keys!
This is why I love Madison.
A little background: the TA's here were striking to get a pay increase, and apparently these guys felt they needed to get in on the action as well. Awesome... simply awesome.
Old comments win. Have at 'er people; I changed the comment system back so everyone doesn't have to sign up to not post anonomously.
Since Jess and I are moving back to the Cities, we figured it would be a good time to change phone services and sign up for one of those "family plans". However, upon further review, phone plans are complicated. Does anyone have suggestions for their favorite/least favorite carrier?
There is probably a thirty or forty mile per hour wind pushing the clouds over our heads along a quite the rapid pace. It looks like one of those time-lapse movies, only in real time.
Simsi. Try to catch the white dot and bring it back to the center using your arrow keys. Don't hit the black dots. Don't die. Make it past level nine. Because I don't know what's past level nine.
Speaking of another invasion of privacy... how one decides to handle his email. Do I want someone knowing how long I spent reading their email? No. What if I did the same thing with a tiny freaking camera and a postcard? Huh? You like that? Jerk.
("tiny freaking camera and a postcard" patent pending.)
Remember yesterday? When I was busy being a pompus ass and saying that RFID would never really progress past the point of being used as a hinderence to theft. Well, I was wrong... very, very wrong. But not as wrong as these idiots who are getting RFID implants to skip ahead of the line and pay for drinks at a club. People, consider yourself uniquely ID'd and tagged like ducks migrating for the winter.
So, of course I turn to Everyday Matters, your source for hand sketched drawings and reviews of pens, among other things. Like a showerhead, or a bike.
Had I known that all it took to meet the desperate people destined for fame was to mention Maury on my website, I would have done it a long time ago.
The man knows how to sling the oil, and those Duke boys love him for it. In fact I am thinking of commisioning a painting from him. How much do you think it would cost to get a rumble between Bea Arthur and Lincoln forever preserved on canvas. We could always replicate the fight instead, using giant robots.
You know what has been missing lately? Stories involving people hitting the gas instead of the brake and subsequently crashing into buildings. In the immortal words of the Clavin "What's up with that?".
Seriously folks, I want... nay, I demand more stories involving gas instead of brake. Tell our elderly to get out there and start driving.
I may or may not have just been informed that only registered Blogger users can post on the site. Is this true? I am far too lazy to log out and check it for myself.
Come to think of it, in the time it took me to write this post, I probably could have checked it. Of course, that time is now gone, and once again I don't have time to see if the log in works.
I don't know about this one. I would think that for the price of all that duct tape you could go out and buy a bag instead. I mean, isn't that what underpriced foreign labor is for?
IBM has a travel mouse. I would much prefer a travel hamster, but I don't see that happening any time in the near future.
Why? Because their products (namely replacement blades) have RFID tags on them. Now, I know people tend to freak out about RFID, but the main reason tags like that are on there are to keep people from stealing their (overpriced) razors. I agree that Gilette should be boycotted, but for much more obvious and intuitive reasons.
Kind of an interactive art project looking at an area that is, well... one block. It should really be called "One half of a block Radius", but hey, they're artists, not engineers. Or 7th grade geometery students.
And by that logic, since it's not Teddy Ruxpin. It's crap. Or just the "Hands Free Panda Bear for Cell Phones". You are intrigued, are you not?
This is a fantastic book. I had originally gotten it as a gift for my cousin Cristy (who will soon be attending med school, thus making her one step closer to getting me blackmarket allergy medication), but I liked it so much I bought a copy for myself. It's a quick read, though I wouldn't necessarily read it whilst eating haggis or tripe.
But for those of you who don't know where he lives (505 West Awesome Street), you can find a restroom close to you with this handy restroom find-o-matic.
Man that crazy Lamar. Whether he's throwing a special aerodynamically designed javelin or laying down the bombastic beat with his buddy Wormser, Lamar keeps it real 110% of the time. Just like the guy who came to my site looking for "revenge of the nerds lamar rap lyrics".
Part of the reason I went on hiatus (and still technically am... I'm not typing this, someone else is) is that I went over my alloted bandwidth for my server provider company type people. Why? I think was because I kept republishing large portions of the site whenever I made posts. And since I made posts throughout the day, instead of in one big post-fest (2k+4), the transfers just kept coming. So now, I think I will try to upload once a day. Or I'll just buy more bandwidth. Haven't decided yet... guess that depends on whether or not I have a jorb.
Also, just because it is a sweet site. I present... EXCELTIPS.COM! (In scary, all-caps format.)
Well, after a thousand posts, I figured a redesign was in order. And by "redesign" I mean "picking a pre-designed template from a list of available templates on Blogger, and then using said template".
Also, since El Rando has finally procured himself his very own weblog I have decided to cut him loose and go this on my own. And since I cut him loose, I figured I would go freaking cut happy!
Cord, you're out. Bog, you were never in. Everyone else, I would be happy to let you join so I could then cut you.
The other major change is, hopefully, in the comments section. I am trying out Blogger's very own commentorium. Might as well become completely dependent on one source for publishing while I still have the chance.
You're a complete profile. ...stoppin' the tape! Ba ba bop!
