mmmm. posting goodness...

I completely forgot about this blog. For about 160 days I lost track, blocked it from my mind, had no recollection of this blog. I even stopped checking the spam box for this account.
My final classes were a real trial. Not the content but just trying to be present, let alone keeping the GPA at a reasonable level. With only one class remaining, I can see returning to this blog, just not as soon as I would like.
Talk soon,
-nn

first post in 5 months

yay me. yay interwebs. yay to the commenter of my last post.
more to follow, i promise. and ask anybody, i rarely promise.
-nn

writing with class in class

the creative writing class i am taking is sucking all the juice out of me. it is even affecting my capitalization skills...
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watch this.

it.is.brilliant.

kisses,
-nn

i do cartoons

No, not the biblical sense, dumbass. In the funny sense. Well, at least they are funny to me. And we all know that pleasing yourself is at least important than pleasing others.
What a minute...

(cue fanfare...)
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ATT = DUMB

I have been an ATT then (Cingular) cell user for well over ten years now and really have no reason to migrate elsewhere. The plan I started out with fits my usage and because it is so old, is really a bargain compared to plans now available.

However, even though my satisfaction rates high and troubles are few, I have seen just how silly and downright .dumb. some of ATT's decisions and business machinations can be.

We have all seen (or at least heard of) the ATT billing stories where some subscriber is the unwitting target of the 300 page monthly invoice which is shipped in a courier box and includes hacksaw so for sawing off an arm and a leg. When it comes to technology, I move pretty slowly so I have been spared that type of nonsense.

Until now.

Dearest J (wife) has decided she would like to upgrade to a shiny new (and pink) Motorola Razor. I thought about it and agreed she should move up. I get final say about these things because ultimately, I am the person she calls for support (Yes, I will change your ringtone...). So I logged in to check for available upgrade options for her. Having found the model (and color) she desired the only thing I needed was the price, add it to the cart, and then check out.



Can you believe the refurb model actually costs more than the new? What the hell is that about?

Let me get this straight, there is a company out there that will charge me $50 more dollars for taking a refurb unit? It makes me question what the hell is going on in the minds of the people in charge.

But that is just me....
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-nn

Lamp? How about a car?

Stark burning desire, after having been pushed down for so long, surfaces, under pressure, it seeks the daylight, always pushing, finding the path of least resistance. Until finally, it seeps into the wrinkles of my frontal lobes, causing the flush heat of wanton yearning...
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I.WANT.IT.

Nietzsche Family Fun!

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It's like that time when I was eating peanut butter and you (accidentally) rammed that chocolate bar into the jar I was holding.

Compliments of www.losanjealous.com I bring you The Nietzsche Family Circus


My favorite so far. It's like a magic eight ball of fun.

The very word 'Christianity' is a misunderstanding--at bottom there was only one Christian, and he died on the cross.
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From the "Two great things that go great together" department.

I wonder if this would work with something like Strongbad and Einstein?
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-nn

oh. yeah. almost forgot.

Some tips for the coming new year.
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Breathe.
Sleep.
Walk.
Behold.
Stretch.
Smell.
Revel.
Cook.
Look.
Feel.
Fuck.
Breathe (it's important enough to list again).
Clean.
Organize.
Pet.
Love.
Hug.
Hope.
Kiss.
Taste.
Cherish.
Listen.
And every once in a while, Run.
Run hard.
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-nn

Defy description

Everyone once in a while, you run into something that completely defies your ability to understand, describe, or comprehend. This is one of those times.
Behold.

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-nn

testing this

jibjab rocks in so many ways. this is just one of them.
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bring on the lust

Just when I think it cannot happen again, it does. Stumbling about and BANG it jumps into your eyeballs and insinuates itself against your heart by wrapping its silken fingers around your cerebellum, creating a deep, insatiable yearning.

Stoking the embers of lust you thought you had successfully extinguished.

Damn, I hate that....

-nn

Merry, merry, merry

On the cusp of of Christmas, I sit here wishing whoever is reading this a most merry Christmas, followed by a year full of hope, meaning, and new experiences. It is only with the thought of hope can we expect anything in our lives to improve. It is my wish for each of you to find the hope that dwells within you.

Most peacefully,
-nn

Dedication

I truly admire people who get paid to write for a living. Especially the writers who can grind out the word count on mundane topics. You know this is not what they signed on for when they originally thought of writing for their paycheck. For example, pumping out massive amounts of text that compares the relative quality of different brands of tapioca pudding is much more mundane than exciting, but hey, it pays the rent and other stuff required for your day to day existence. Throw in a couple of kids and hey, you are making sure you can create some excitement regardless of the subject matter. It all gets relegated to the topic of a necessary evil, satisfying the need for compromise in a world where idealism is slowly leeched out of the hearts of the young and imaginative. All in the name of being able to feed and clothe the ones we love.
So when I ran across this series of articles in an automotive tome, I can truly feel for the author and the factors which drove him to it this particular incarnation of creativity whilst paying the bills. Pulling it off without his editor catching on was just a matter of lulling the poor fellow into a false sense of security. I can almost see him thinking, "He would never pull a stunt like this", only to be completely stuffed once it was discovered.
I find the author's motivations and application simply brilliant.
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Oh that Noam!

Yes, as a critically thinking adult geek, I should have already discovered and read most (if not all) of the panels of this web comic. In my defense, I am also a harried, over worked father of three, so time (precious time) is a commodity I am still quite short on.

Ran across this and immediately fell in love with the dry wit.
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-nn

Driveby post

not much time. gotta roll.
see this. simply brilliant.
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Trueknowledge gets slammed with requests

So a while back, I ran across an open invitation for beta testers for a new internet search technology. I immediately applied thinking they were doing nothing but waiting for my application and eagerly awaited a reply. And waited. And waited. Until finally I was notified the response to their open invitation overwhelmed the support team and the beta program was closed. Trueknowledge would be sure to notify me if an opening appeared in the near future, thanks for applying.

First thought to occur to me is "You create an open invitation for the purported breakthrough search technology on the internet and do not expect an overwhelming response?". Isn't just a bit myopic on the planning front?

Color be bugged.

-nn

Oh those wacky brits

Yes, it is sophomoric. But the injection of the British accent saves it from being labeled dumb. If this were done with Americans, we would immediately be labeled elitist (and rightfully so).


-nn

newfound comic

Stumbled on this online comic and was enthralled. Lending its brush to humor AND geek feels like home. Wish there was more, I jammed through the archive in about four minutes. Which only resulted in making me want more.

Great for the kids room

And it doubles as a security system. Especially effective if you happen to be the parent of two attractive girls, hmmm...?

I can envision my drink friends trying to bang out a poorly syncopated version of Claire De Lune then tumbling down to crack their heads open. Not a pretty sight, but damn funny once you check them out of the emergency room.

-nn

It could happen

When I was a child, this is how I thought things were manufactured. Great things came about organically, requiring human intervention to mature into something usable. At some point, on the road to adulthood, the fancies of our dreams are left on the curb. As adults, when we see the exposed fringes of these memories, we run from them, as if they will drag us away from the trappings of our matured selves.

The fact that this happens to be expounding on a motorcycle just makes it extra tasty.

Like it would be a bad thing.


Hurray to Triumph for making my childhood dreams a reality.

-nn