Trying something else now...

Let's add text...

Blah blah blah
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Holy Crap that worked

I guess we'll see what the future holds now, eh?
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Testing, Testing, Testing...

Hey, kids

Long time no see, huh? Well, right at the moment, I'm just seeing if
I've actually found out how to post to my blog from my phone...

And here we GO....
(Hits "send")

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I'm in Love with Death,
But I Have a Deep Affection for Delirium

Hello? McFly? Here's some McMetal!

Michael J. Fox goes Cookie Monster.



heh.

Potato Fucking Salad

John Sibley suns this up as well as anyone could:

If you only watch one YouTube movie today featuring dancing country farmer's daughters contortionists singing about potato salad, it should be this one.

Starts a little slow, then all hell breaks loose around 1:15, combining Hee Haw with Cirque.

Widge from Need Coffee has this to say:

This is apparently, per the YouTube page, taken from the 1944 MGM musical Broadway Rhythm, which doesn't appear to be out on DVD in any form. Looks like it would be...interesting, to say the least.

Their fucking exit is the hottest thing ever.

I really miss The Elevtric Compamy. It was probably the coolest kids show ever.

I Made it Back.

The following is from the pocket Reporter Moleskine Journal I carry with me everywhere. It was written on the way back from San Diego Comic Con, Monday afternoon, 30 July 2007.
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"Freedom's just another word for Nothing Left to Lose." Sure. I'm sitting in, what is it? Laguna Niguel? I'm at a very busy In-n-Out Burger crammed under a freeway overpass. There is nothing picturesque about it what-so-ever, but it is perfect right now. And it's rush hour.

I have some things to lose, almost exclusively material, all of them. Some relationships, as well, sure, but I could, none the less point my car anywhere right now, and do whatever the fuck I wanted. I could make a phone call, maybe two, and I'd be out a lot of material things, sure, but any of the relationships that counted, I'd be no more in danger of losing them than I was before.

This thought formed in my head a few moments ago, I pulled out my notebook to write it down and reflect on it, and as I leafed through the pages to look for a blank page, I came across a note I made to myself a few days before I left for vacation.

"Oh, "I thought to myself, "I'd better check to make sure that got taken care of." I picked up my phone and was about to make a call, then I remembered what I pulled the damn thing out for in the first place.

The phone call can wait.

I'm still on vacation, dammit.

And I could, I could, if I really wanted to, never go back again.

This vacation was much needed. It's been a rough couple of months. I was so stressed out I almost canceled my trip. That would have been an almost oxymoronic mistake.

Time to continue the adventure.
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I did, in fact, continue the adventure.

My computer is back on the net. It needs some maintenance, but it's working. Also, my parents bought me a new laptop, God Bless 'em. (Thanks, Mom and Brad!) So, updates are on their way. I'm not promising a schedule, at this point, but once or twice a week there should be something here. Check the RSS feed.

I've also been posting over at Metroblogger.la. Nice bunch of folks over there. If you want to check out my posts specifically go here. While my computer was out I actually did a series of posts reviewing Internet Cafes and Libraries. I called it "Vagabond Blogger."

It really has been a hell of a couple of months, and it was quite a trip to the Con this year. Now to find the Sleep of the Just.

It's nice to be back.

Rest in Piece

My computer has been pronounced dead at about 4PM, June 23rd. Probable causes include the Motherboard and/or the Power Supply.

I'm updating now from my friend's Mac, blog entries here will probably drop off quite a bit until I get the situation rectified. As I just got the MetroBlogging gig, I'll be trying my damnedest to keep up my three post a week schedule there.

Anyway, see yeh later.

From Z list to C list

I have some great news about the Blog here, but a couple of items first, before I get to that:

You should go take a look at Cory Doctorow's post about the current state of the Broadcast Treaty here: http://www.boingboing.net/2007/06/23/broadcast_treaty_wou.html

Spoiler: It's Good News. (For Now.)

If you are reading this, you are on the internet, so this directly effects you. These folks have, in a very real and international way, been fighting the Good Fight on your behalf. Go take a look at what these kids have accomplished.

Second, a housekeeping note: Computer's still a bit wonky. I thought I might be almost out of the woods and then it crashed again. Gets that creepy beeping that doesn't come from the speakers. Yeah, that's how you know something's really wrong. I don't even have speakers installed!

Someone (Martin, actually) suggested the battery on my Motherboard might need replacing. Now, I'm not ruling that out, but would that cause the computer to crash during use? If anyone knows please let me know in the comments section.

Now, Finally The Big Blog-Related News!!! (Drum Roll...)

I have been accepted to become a contributer to MetroBlogging L.A. This is a pretty big deal for me. Some of the stories I've brought you here have come from that site, and it's a great site all around with what seem to be a very cool group of people.

The MetroBlogging sites are a network of Blogs devoted (in most cases) to a City or Metropolis, and the events and news thereof. They're pretty damn cool, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

Oh, yeah, P.S. and stuff: Today is my Mom's Birthday, send her love, (Now, Dammit!) and a week from today is MY Birthday. Buy me stuff. Nice stuff. I think I'm going to Hollywood Forever Cemetery to watch a movie and Pic Nic. So, come by, if you want.

Frustration.

My computer keeps crashing. I have no idea what's going on. I'm trying to isolate the problem, but it is proving elusive.

No "Blue Screen of Death," nothing. It just periodically stops working. Sometimes, when it does so, it resets my Bios settings, taking it back to December 31st, 2001, and resetting my default video card/monitor.

It's almost funny to see my desktop calendar widget tell me tomorrow is New Year's day.

The novelty wears off quickly.

This computer has been loyal and stable for a long, long time. It's never been prone to crashing. I'm seeking solutions and alternatives at the moment. I may end up hitting the Net Cafe, eventually, to keep things rolling, but I hope it doesn't come to that.

Eat your Kiwis

So, today is my Little Brother's Birthday. He's 28.

He's also doing 17 years No Chance of Parole in The Oregon State Pen. He's got about 7 years left.

So, well, here's wishing him the Happiest Birthday possible under the circumstances.

Last time I went to visit him, we were able to buy him some Orange Juice, which is apparently in high demand. He mentioned that the first thing he wanted to do when he got out was to eat a big kiwi fruit, because he hadn't had one in almost a decade.

Everyday at work, during our pre-meal meeting, they bring out the "Sorbet of the Day" and the plate of fruit that comes with it, which, of course, includes some sliced kiwi. It used to go to waste a lot of the time. Now I make sure to take a minute and enjoy it.

Happy Birthday Daniel. I know you can't read this, but I'm thinking about you, and I'm not letting any kiwi go to waste. Love yeh, Man. Be well.

Status...

I'm taking a small break. The computer's still acting funny, but I'm working on it. Gathering up new material for a fresh onslaught here at the ol' BlogNoxious, as well.

In any case, I kept the daily thing going for a quite awhile with few mishaps, screwy computer or no. You can grant me a couple of weeks off.

Should be some interesting new stuff coming, anyway. Patience. Catch up on the achives in the meantime.

Trouble box.

Computer's doing weird shit. Maybe monitor, maybe video card, maybe something else.

Annoying as fuck, in any case.

heh.

An Essential Part of a Balanced Passing

The creator of the flavor on Cap'n Crunch Cereal, Pamela Low, has passed away.

The torn-up top of your mouth wants sympathy cards.

Do the Math

The 30th of this Month is My Birthday. The iPhone comes out on the 29th.

You know what to do.

Time...

Today marks five years with no nicotine for me, and a friend of mine now has 6 years no booze.

I may be Well and Truly Fucked.

They're taking away my parking. The garage across the street from my apartment has been sold to a new company. They are changing the terms of the lease with the building, apparently tenants will not be able to park there between 10AM and 5PM Monday through Friday, starting July 1st.

Unfortunately, that's exactly when I need to park my car there.

I can't live here without parking, I tried to before. The result was hundreds of dollars in tickets every month and my dash board destroyed when things were stolen from my car. I can't do that again.

I am incredibly stressed out and upset about this.

500 years of beauty.

This is absolutely beautiful and amazing.



From Juxtapoz.

Damn.

Crap! Missed Tuesday. Oh, well.

Put up Sin City in acting class. Yeah...we're gonna have to work on that some more. An entire piece of the scene didn't happen due to a dropped line. (Not mine!) Cue was missed 'cause of the dropped line, character didn't get his entrance, which meant another character didn't show up...cluster fuck.

Oh well, shit happens.

The good news is, (other than I learned a bunch here, which is kinda the point) that I now get to watch a whole bunch of old Film Noir, and I love that stuff, so...cool.

So...let's see, dropped line in scene? No. Dropped Blog entry? Well, yeah.

Sorry 'bout that.

Later.

THIS is what we should be worried about:

Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez shut down Televised Opposition to him Today.

From Reuters:

Venezuela shut down an opposition television channel on Monday and replaced it with one promoting President Hugo Chavez's self-proclaimed socialist revolution in a move widely criticized as a threat to democracy.

Chavez has long sparred with opposition channels, which he calls "horsemen of the apocalypse" for backing a botched coup against him in 2002.

From an anonymous source on the ground in Venezuela: (Via Boing Boing)

The world needs to know. Only you guys abroad can help us spread the word. Chavez spends hundreds of millions of dollars lobbying around the world with goverments and earning many international support at the expense of our taxes, natural resources, and freedoms.

Many of us are scared, but we are willing to do something about it.

He goes on to say that the station has been on the air for 53 years and is the most popular tv station in the country.

There is video of Protests across the Nation, but some of them seem to be disappearing off of private websites. You Tube still has some, for now: Video 1 Video 2.
You'll need to be able to Habla the Espanol to watch.

Raise awareness of this. Talk about it with your friends and co-workers. If anyone tries to give you a "So What," ask them how they'd feel if this was an English speaking country; Challenge Them.

As People who enjoy Free Speaking Liberties and Privileges in the Western World, We are Absolutely Obligated to show Support to these Citizens of the World as the Attempt is made to Silence them. This, THIS is an attack on our Values and Our Way of Life.

Don't be a Pussy. Happy Memorial Day.

And...

They caught Reggie the Gator,
The Golden Gate Bridge is 70,
A Mom was found snorting heroin in Walmart with her 3 year old in the shopping cart,
Florida Highway patrol warns of Lady Bug swarms,
The Post office is considering Vanity Zip codes
and
Japan now has apple-juice flavor imitation beer for children.

Film at Eleven.

Actually, I got 'em all cut.

Yo. I'm actually at work right now, about to start my shift. Didn't get a chance to throw down this Place holder earlier. Went and got a hair cut today, ran some errands. (Basically, I look more like my picture now. Whatever.)

I'll see if I have anything more to say later, or maybe we'll see some video. Who knows?

The suspense is killing you, innit?

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It's almost 3:30AM, an' I Just got home. Fucking exhausted. Got my ass kicked tonight; I haven't found myself that far in "The Weeds" in...I don't know how long. Not fun. Oh well. Happens. Gonna take care of a couple things, (Check my WoW Auctions) and crash it.

These guys came up in conversation a couple of times tonight. I guess I was waiting on Bad Religion's Pediatrician tonight. I dubbed him the "Punk Rock Baby Doc." He dug that. It was his birthday. My friend Jason and I had been talking about the band just before the table sat.

Anyway, Bad religion from back in the day, circa 1984:



Later.

And so...

Just came from scene rehearsal, about to run to work. So, if you're good little boys and girls, and Time Warner doesn't decide to nuke internet access in the Hollywood area again, maybe I'll tell you later about the new shoes I've had for two years, and some other stuff.
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Ugh. I really, really should do laundry. I'm fucking exhausted. I think I'm going to sleep like a mad sleeping guy what sleeps a lot.

Oh, the shoes. Yeah, I broke out a pair of limited edition Vans with little checkerboard skull and crossbones on 'em that I've been sitting on for two years or so. When I find something I dig, I frequently buy two. My current pair of Vans has kinda had it. So, yeah, there yeh go.

More Fear

I had a great day. I don't have a hell of a lot to say about it.

Here's Fear, playing their hit single from whence they got all the Money:



From "The Decline of Western Civilization."

It's a fucking crime this isn't out on DVD yet.

Up your Nose with a Rubber Hose

http://www.nosefrida.com/

Swedish Snot-Sucking device:



What else can I really say?

From www.boingboing.net, natch.

Lil' Warriors

Boing Boing has a post today about Dr. Laura's Son's MySpace Page, and how, now that it's been discovered to have a bunch of racist and twisted shit all over it (seriously sick shit, it sounds like) and has been removed, that they're trying to say terrorists hacked into it. (Yeah, Right.)

You can go there and read about that, or the Salt Lake Tribune article that they link back to as a source.

What caught my eye was a quote from Dr. Laura herself. (In case you don't know Dr. Laura makes her living promoting "Family Values" of an extreme Right Wing nature, and bashing Homosexuals.) According to the article, "In an interview with The [Salt Lake] Tribune, she said, 'We raised our son to be a warrior.'"

Really? Did you? Why exactly did you do that?

When you held your New Born infant in your arms, did you think to yourself, "You know, the world my child is about to grow up in just doesn't have enough Violence."

Was, "We raised our Son to be a Doctor," just too mundane? Or, fuck, anything. I suppose, "We Raised our Son to be a Jizz Mopper," would be a little worse, but, hell, it'd be safer.

Hey, we all know I'm no Saint, not by a long fucking shot. Wanting your Son to be able to Stand up for himself and what he Believes in and Loves is, of course, admirable, but a flat out Warrior? What is this, Feudal Japan?

Seems like today, becoming a Warrior should be something born of necessity, not design.

Well, Congratulations, Dr. Laura, looks like you overshot the mark. Sounds like that fucker's become a full on Psychopath. Good thing we had a War to send him to. Crazy fucker might be talking to your stuffed corpse in the attic, otherwise.

Now, go teach other Moms how to make little homophobic, racist, killing machines. That's just swell. Asshole.

This gets the "My Nutsack" tag, as that is what Dr. Laura and her precious little boy can Suck Upon. (See? I told you that tag would be useful.)

Everyone raising their kids to make war needs to stop. Muslims, Israelis, Christians, folks in Darfur, all over Africa, Asia, in South Central, East L.A., the Trailer Parks, everywhere. Stop making Warriors, who then have to go make war.

This stupid bullshit is only a couple of degrees from raising your kid to be a Suicide Bomber. Same fucking mentality.

Stop.

Don't think for a moment that I mean to say raise your child to be passive, or unable or willing to Stand for something or defend themselves. Not at all. Prepare them to be a fully realized human being, with the capacity to rise to the occasion when necessary; don't raise them to BE a WARRIOR.

That's a rather limited resume, and tends to lead to some disturbing entries under the "Hobbies" Title.

To be fair: I must say I entirely agree with her bit (in the Salt Lake Tribune article) about not bitching to your Loved Ones who are serving on Active Duty. I don't think one needs to be an Extreme, Right-Wing, Gay-Bashing, Nut-Job to see the sense there. Mother Fuckers are Dodging Bullets, in the Line of Duty; Last thing you want to have to add to your Grief is the guilt that your last words to someone in that situation was you whining about something mundane Stateside.

Monday

Well, let's see if we can avoid any internet outages today, and perhaps we'll get things rolling back to normal.

Though, I must admit, I'm amused the fact that Time Warner's douche-baggery inspired me to create a "My Nutsack" tag for my Blog. This may come in more handy than one might initially think. (Kind of like FARK's "Florida" tag)

It's grey, it's Monday, and I haven't called work to try and get called off. Some might call this progress. Maybe I'm just stupid. I do need the money, but if I'm gonna take a day off, this is the one to take.

We'll see what it's like when I get there.

Time Warner can Suck my Balls.

Fucking internet died on me last night. I hate those fuckers. It was out a good part of today, too.

It actually occurred to me to get a phone line put in for the sole purpose of having Dial up back up.

That I was even brought to a point to let this cross my mind ... I would include hairs from my nutsack in my next payment envelope if I didn't always pay by phone.

I wonder if it's worth the two hours on the phone (one hour on hold, another hour waiting) to demand a credit for this shit.

Place...

...holder. Gonna go hang with Elwood. Then Work. Then back here to tell y'all 'bout it.

Peace.
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