through a brown glass |
isn't it odd that no matter how hard you try, you can never ever ever force someone to feel good, but in fact the opposite is true.if you have an itch to make someone feel absolutely terrible, it defi...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 21:24:00 GMT |
silence is not golden, but gray |
i just fumbled upon an international holiday called "no music day" which falls on november twenty-first of the gregorian year. i wish i'd have known sooner.beginning on 11/21/2008, i will join the res...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 14:39:00 GMT |
letter to a friend |
this is a letter i wrote a few days ago to a very great and special friend of mine. maybe someone out there can gain something from it, or use it to further fuel their insatiable hatred of me.(begin t...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 19:56:00 GMT |
C:\>FUCK_MACINTOSH\ |
first of all: mac users can't speak without using their hands. behold:
but all bias aside, i suppose i'm not "hip" enough to understand itunes' "complex" tagging system that adds the same fuc...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 00:53:00 GMT |
R.I.P. Don Herbert |
from www.mrwizardstudios.com"It is with deep sadness that we regret to announce the passing of Don Herbert - the one and only "Mr. Wizard". Don lost his battle with cancer today, June 12, 2007, at 9 A...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 10:32:00 GMT |
The Paradox of Our Age |
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have big...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 15:08:00 GMT |
possibly the greatest piano player you will never know |
REUTERS - Feb. 23A boy is born in Germany with six fingers on each hand and eleven toes. Doctors say it is most unusual for a child to be born with extra fingers and toes, but otherwise be completely...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 21:15:00 GMT |
"mommy, why don't you love me?" and other tales... |
1. why is it - every time i go to a coffee shop to enjoy the ambience and some good ol' quiet time, in walks the douchebag with the loudest face on the planet... why must he speak so loud? does he not...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:14:00 GMT |
project: seahorse |
the debutante, the trust fund son, the beaurocratic cumberbundthe wherewithalls hung from a string which snapped when heated by the sun.the waves sang, crashed and crooned as vile as they always haveb...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 17:54:00 GMT |
twokseven |
2006 has been a year of ups and downs and on occasion, the joining of two vertices of a polyhedron not in the same face (diagonals), of uncertainty and closure, of utmost faith and incredulity... and ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 21:05:00 GMT |
