Dear J,

Picked up some glamour shots for you. Here's the real deal. A few Fixer-Upers in slide show form should tide you over for a few minutes, and now I shall begin the random pic grab bag: blert, snorkle, 5, again, hippies, 9684, 11234, 4893430, zzzzzzzzzzzzz, 84239472198, huh, jkfdsf, fowehef, ewnfwefn, aaa.

Soon...soon... NOW!!! (torrent)

Sincerely

Barbara Bush

Oh yeah. 2007 shall not
sucketh assholes like 2006 did.
capsaicin ecstacy awaits.
Very soon. So Very, very soon.
Ladies an' Gents, at 1,000,000 SHU,
the Bhut Jolokia:

well, it's christmas alright, and like a child, i can't seem to sleep. i'm not overly excited or anything, i just never have been able to sleep on christmas eve. weird. merry christmas you guys. and gals.

a wealth of hank.

At first I thought
"Dear God Fluxus is Alive!"
Then I thought
"Fuck it, there's $ to be made."
Merry Christmas, Y'all.

For Bucky,

I found this picture of Bucky's boy friend on her ipod.

According to the Internet, Erich Fromm is quoted as saying, "Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." I am inclined to agree, considering it took me all of 30 seconds with a Google search to find that little gem, but I'm not sure that this concept can stand in such a technologically advanced age. Case in point, women have sex with horses. Want proof? Here's a video a woman talking about that special someone and how he also likes to penetrate her husband.

As you can see "Love Conquers All" works about as well in this situation as it did in Brazil. To compensate for Fromm's shortsightedness, I suggest you take time this holiday season to thoroughly consider the final solution to the human problem.

Have a happy National Secularized Non-Denominational Material Wealth Redistribution Day.

Everyone needs to switch their login shit to the
*new* blogger... sorry about the inconvenience.
Shit may be clunky for a few days.

There comes a time in any young man's life when he must venture forth toward an unknown goal, assured of his success by his constant companion, the humble narrator, dictating his every motion and sigh. Unfortunately, this is not the youth's tale at all, and no omnipresent narrator recites of noble deed or passionate surrender. Nope, this is, as far as I can see, a video of a nudist fashion show.

For the Col.
Nice car you got here, but what
the fuck is up with the purple in your costume?

Merry Christmas to all!

Issa,
Granny is here for a few days if you
want to pop by sometime.

Two (2) pages on kick ass, non-acid, etching techniques.
(1)
(2)

Pictures from the Arkansas State Prison, 1915-1937

Col.,
Any idea what your plans are for the break? I probably won't really make any
until Wed., but right now I'm shuffling between staying here, going to Fort God,
going to LR, and/ or going to Dallas. Give me a ring.
Hope all's going well for you there in the woods.

Dr. Lynn,
Found a nice grey shirt of yours in the washer, it'll be here.

I have a version of tetris, but there is no Коробе́йники.

jesus has returned but he's a little scaly

I found a tetris variant for online competetion called BattleCocoa. You connect to other players, etc. I've volunteered to be a server, still no tetris action. the developer page sent me to a page with no english.

In the past 3 hours I have learned more about Tetris and programming emulators and virtual machines in OSX (non-intel) than I thought one could learn in 3 hours. still no damn Tetris running on my machine. you PC shits can get a free copy of tha old version here, though.

documentaries on google video. the tetris one is nice.

Damn it. Just what I always wanted for the holidays : I'm getting sick.

quitting smoking. friday i felt numb. a numbness like the flu. saturday i had a fucking nest of hornets in my head and wanted to lash out at anything that moved or made any sound at all. sunday the hornets went down to my stomach and i still wanted to kill. then the hornets went away and the urge to kill turned to the urge to maim and the numbness set back in. monday my head felt like a bowling ball filled with helium. two (2) random blogs that entertained me in the last 10 minutes.

Worst song ever?

We all need a little juvenile humor in our lives. Here's some for you now.

Merry Christmas!

Col.,
I have to work on the 28th, I may not be making Fort God after all.

firefly, turns yo' waterbottle into a lantern. snazzy.

Once again Chris Hitchens fills the room with laughter.

artists, guerrilla warfare, and now, cubed eggs. god bless Catalonia...

John Prine Shrine

it's one thing to steal the whisky, another to steal the fish...
Once again, the spray is not mace; it is 'cat spray', "urine mixed with a viscous, fatty material whose extraordinary pungency has been most charitably characterized," available at your local 5 and dime.

there are ten (10) people on this blog, yet over 95% of the daily activity consists of posts and comments by three (3). I understand some you made the mistake of deciding to work for a living, but fuck, that don't excuse the other 5 of you.

considering the o'pposum shape at the bottom, i presume this to be donner instead of sangria, though i would prefer it to be sangria. the spray is not mace; it is 'cat spray', "urine mixed with a viscous, fatty material whose extraordinary pungency has been most charitably characterized," available at your local 5 and dime.

Have a safe ride eric.

H. S. Thompson original photos showing in LA.

wow. squirrel contraception. for real.

Goddamned pussies. No one wants people nuzzling boobies. We want TENTACLES, GODDAMNIT!!!

Why the Dinosaurs are Exstinct
Dinosaurs loved to eat peanut butter.
They'd get to tegether and throw a dance every
night, stomping peanuts into peanut butter
and then gorge themselves. Since there were
no mammels at the time, as they hadn't evolved yet,
there was no milk to wash down the peanut butter.
Eventually all the dinosaurs' mouths got stuck
shut from the peanut butter and they couldn't open
them to eat. Hence, they all starved to death 'cause
there's only enough calories in a mouthful of
peanut butter to keep you running for so long.
Unlike the stories about Jesus, Santa, and the
Easter Bunny, this one is true.

In my high school chemistry class this exact scenario
happened to us once. usually about once a week we would
do this successfully and blow the tiles out of the
ceiling, but one time, well, the teacher's desk had a little larger
flame on it.

While I like the idea of the SpermCube,
what I like the most about it is the shareholder
concept worked into the sale of the piece. Pharyngula
does point to some serious flaws in the design of the piece.

Carol of the Old Ones

Congratulations on your finals, Dr. W!

good luck today on your last final dr. wilson

J, I'll bring Dirk by Tuesday night. Sound good?

drunk violent women raid england

text

Sorry, Mr. Lynn, but this song is much heavier than most of your personal faves.

some pick up lines I gleaned from facebook.

* If I was a reaction I would be SN2 so i could attack your backside.

* If I had to choose to be part of DNA metabolism, I'd be a helicase so I could unzip your genes.

* I Wish I Were Your Derivative So I Could Lie Tangent To Your Curves.

* I might be a physics major, but I'm no Bohr in bed.

* I'll penetrate Your lipid bilayer!

* Oh do I have a hypertonic solution waiting for YOU!!

* Who's your alpha carbon?! WHO'S YOUR ALPHA CARBON?!

* You be the ribosomes and I'll be the endoplasmic reticulum and together we'll get rough tonight.

* Chemists do it on the table periodically.

goddamnit.

I'm hitting the hay for now. I'll see you either tommorrow or Monday, Mr. Bwenum.

Swing on by if you want Dr. W, I'm working on a visitation motion.

Ever wanted to masturbate with a guitar? This guy does it for a living.

Is this wrong?

I'm in the mood to fuck with J and Phillip Lynn.

Guillermo Mordillo

Thank you, Issa.

fuckin A, i guess that picture was too big. blogger gnomes, fix it up because i don't care to.

hot damn. Anoura fistulata:

this is good. rich bitches in same $8500 dress.

donner got caught drinking from the toilet, again.

moxie.

Fuck yeah!

So.
I decided to clean out my studio tonight.
I threw out two (2) thirteen (13) gallon trashbags.
the only things in the two bags were
beer caps and whisky bottles.
I honestly had no fucking idea
whisky bottles were that heavy.

Dr. J. : that damned hard tack recipe that we found? the one sans oatmeal, etc? i think it's no good. it seemed to be done within half the specified time. i'm gonna do the other half hour, but i'm checking it every few minutes. in any case, i think whoever posted that recipe's a fuckin idiot.

Dr. P: that shit i spouted about the food in the apartment; don't fucking eat the deer. rest is fair game.

Noodlin' kicks ass.

A sad day indeed.
The world is worse off for this man leaving.

Remember when cartoons were goofy?

Remember when cartoons were racist?

The truth has been exposed! Bolt your doors. Warning: these videos contain disturbing content and aren't for the faint of heart!

for Specimen,

This is the best song to ever deal with the topic of burping the bishop.

Похищение невесты

Похищение невесты в ингушетии. ingush, galgay, almarz.info

If you could, resize images so the sidebar doesn't get moved down to the bottom because your images are too wide...

Dang! Fucked up again today with my posting! Here's the video I was talking about in the last post.

Hear's a new life goal for you, J. See if you can beat this guy.

Oops! Didn't mean to publish three of these. J, would you delete the other two? I don't know how.

The funniest dog in the world.

Mr. Lynn, this is Bosko, whom I was telling you about earlier. He was the first Looney Tunes character.

The " Duez Bear "
It's comforting to know that i still got it after all these years.
Rough, but an enjoyable 45 minutes none the less.

Today's metal fix. Happy Friday to all!

I hope that you are having a good evening watching the Nutcracker Suite, Violent J, you evil clown you.

So I guess now its less a matter of public opinion and more a question
of human decency as to how long we have to wait before someone swears
upon the Republic. I, for one, will continue to live in a
fantasy world where it could still happen.