Since the price of gas went through the roof reaching over $4.50 a gallon as recently as a few months ago I've slowed down considerably. I am enjoying the money saved. Other people apparently were aware of this as well because everyone else was going the speed limit and I was even passing a lot of people but No More! Now that fuel prices are less than half of what they were, everybody is driving fast again. I feel like the tortoise from the ancient proverb constantly getting passed by the faster hares. At least I'm saving money, suckers! Not as much fun though. Crap.


Also I love new socks. I would be supremely happy if I could wear only new ones. There is nothing better than putting on a pair of brand new socks. It's also nice to have the cushion with no holes especially since I have to (on occasion) wear my boots for up to 18 hours. Even with $140 boots the socks really make a difference. Yup. They are one of the good things in life.

And last but not least I read this on HCwDB:
"DJs can play a great role in the club experience. Being a DJ is not auto-douche, and many are extremely good at what they do. DJs are entertainers. DJs can create and facilitate a great club vibe.What DJs are not, however, are musicians. They are a trade. And the problem lies when they try to confuse the two.I'm talking to you, trust fund ecstasy taking DJ pseudo-artist. Learn what a seventh chord is. Learn what the "circle of fifths" is. Learn to play an actual instrument. Until then, you are no more a musician than a printing press is an author.You are a facilitator. A middle man. A bureaucrat in creative drag. An intermediary disguised as producer.Even the great postmodern artists learned how to produce traditional classically trained art. Warhol was a graphic designer. Picasso and Dali learned classical realism before experimenting with form. DJs desire to tap into the societal myth of "rock star" without having to bother with learning the chords or put in the creative energy in coming up with any music on their own.And I understand that.Who wouldn't want the benefits of being rock-star famous without having to have the musical talent or creativity to back it up? It's auto-fame without merit. Like characters out of Vonnegut's Harrison Bergeron, they give hope to the talentless by spreading the wealth equally, no matter one's innate abilities. They offer a gateway to fame through random egalitarian lottery.Get the right haircut and hold a set of retro 80s headphone to one ear and you too can stand on a pedestal and play the star.But therein lies the problem. They want to roll out of bed with perfectly tussled hair at 1pm, turn on their iPod turntable with the retro-analog speakers and call themselves an artist. But no amount of carefully placed tribal tatts and stubble will turn you into a genuine production point, sample-boy. You are an empty vessel set to other people's beats. A shell of human form emulating the authentic under the rubric of postmodern refraction and reinvention. Because you're not willing to put in the work that will lead to genuine inspiration.I'm not saying you DJs don't have your place. You're like my aural waiter. You bring me the sonics, and I appreciate it. If I could tip, I'd definitely go over 15%. Provided you play some Fishbone and De La Soul.Know your place, sonic proletariat, and all will be well in the witching hour.Put on delusions of grandeur, claim the role of creator instead of what you really are, an ambulatory iPod with a stupid haircut and no health insurance, and God will keep you out of Israel forever."

I think I agree.

The nightmare keeps getting worse... J/K

Creepy, isn't he?

Nightmare Before Christmas has som pretty good music but now it's better. In September Nightmare REvisited was released and it has various artists such as Korn, Flyleaf, Amy Lee, Marylin Manson, etc. I like it quite a bit. Click here for a full preview of the album. There is an annoying guy at the begining of each track but it's better than buying it right now. By the way I'm probably going to buy it for Candice as part of her gift at Christmas. Kind of fitting. So don't tell her or the kids; they aren't the best at keeping secrets.

Also From LFG: Cameos

This comic is pretty disturbing but entertaining and I thought these cameos were pretty good. You should be able to figure out the first one easily. It's become pretty mainstream. The other one is not so obvious unless you've read some fantasy but you ought to be able to figure it out. Especially with all the handy labels.


Click on pictures for full view.

And now for something slightly disturbing!

Real Age = YAY

I took the RealAge test and I was expecting to be over 30 because of all the stress and other crap I deal with or rather don't deal with. I was pleasantly surprised that I got a RealAge of 26. One year younger than chronological age. I liked the suggestions especially "Hang up and Drive." Probably a good idea but it's not going to happen. By the way, that is an actual screenshot from the end of the test. Anyways, I feel a little better about myself. Now if I only felt that young.

P.S. I forgot to mention that my RealAge is 2 years younger than my little brother who is chronologically 5 years younger than me. Of course, he can still kick my @$$ so yay.

wrong song...

I was a little confused for a while. I thought a song on the radio was from Panic at the Disco but in reality it was from The Offspring. If you listen to it you can hear the Offspring sound but it definitely has Panic influences. Oh, I forgot to mention the name of the song. It's "You're Gonna Go Far Kid". Listen to it, you'll see. I promise.

Odds and ends

I forgot to mention that in the previous post that he owns cats because they are the ninja of the animal world. And something else but I can't remember right now. The rest of this post is just random stuff.

First off, we had my work Thanksgiving dinner yesterday and afterwards we watched Iron Man. I love that movie. That was the third time watching it and I still think that the giant suit looks like a Space Marine. So here's some Warhammer 40K fun:





Someone has way too much time on their hands:

I hate those Geico commercials:

I'm am so glad the election is over:

And I have finally inconclusively proved the existence of the elusive Sewer Monkey:

Don't ask what the other stuff is.


And last but not least, this pissed me off the other night. I pulled up to a light. It was red in all four directions for several minutes but as you can see in the picture, on the left is the walking sign and the right is the don't walk sign. I don't get it. Stupid lights.

The lost years of James Mcintosh Qwilleran

Unbeknownst to the residents of Moose county and the rest of the world, billionaire philanthropist James McIntosh Qwilleran's youth was lost in the annals of time. Until now. Trolling the seas of vast information on the Internet I have discovered that before Qwill (as he is lovingly known to the residents of Moose county) adopted the famous cat Kao Ko Kung and incidentally Yum Yum, and inherited his billions he was secretly (dum dum DA!) a NINJA! While being a big time reporter he did ninja work on the side fighting crime. Where do you think he got the info for his prize winning book on crime? If you don't believe me I offer the following proof: a picture of taken while in full ninja dress.

Note the luxuriant salt and pepper mustache.

That my friends is something you can't fake. For further reading on the adventures of the young ninja Qwilleran, I would suggest reading Dr. McNinja. Amazing, I know. And so my readers, I leave you with just that golden nugget of information lest more completely blows your minds and you spend the rest of your days as a vegetable, unable to read my blog any further. I need all the readers I can get.

Say hello to my leetle friends!

Candice always tells the girls to "learn something new, make a new friend." Today, I did just that. I "learned" that the life preserver case at work is made of unsealed fiberglass. I made "friends" with the hundreds of glass slivers in my forearms. Fantastic. Also I learned that I don't learn very well. So in another two years you can expect that I will again be complaining about my "new friends." And yes, it itches. Thanks for asking.

Absolute rubbish...

I'd say this is up there with people believing Mormons have horns.

There is a windmill in my beard. Your argument is invalid!

Ah, November. The time of year when a man's face sings the praises of the beard. It is also National Beard Month for which required reading can be found here. There are some very notable beards including General Ambrose Burnside and Brigham Young. I have been know to sport a BY beard from time to time. Unfortunately as my beard is of the same quality as a fifteen year old boy's mine was not quite as amazing but none the less I persevere. Happy beard growing.

I will leave you with some inspiration:






And last but not least: