Not sure what this all means...

...but let me explain that i have an internet persona, a life away from life, this enriched version of myself that interacts on the baseball blogs and twitters and fb's and all that shit.

'cuz yeah, i'm into all of it.

anyway, so i feel like i know a bunch of people, like i know them. but i've never met them. and i imagine they're all enriched versions of themselves too... and instead of being the coolest kids on the block, in reality, we are the biggest fucking dorks that ever lived.

i'm 31 years old.

i can handle that.

anyway, so in the internet worlds, i'd say the one person i'd want to meet and hang out with the most is rachel the pujolsmolinafan.

her tumbler is right *THURRRR!*

I'm not lying

there has been many a day i leave my office, kick on this song, and rap out loud to every motherfucker i pass.

because i don't care.

you ain't the boss of me.

Sicko sicko sicko

here's a cross posted pic from rsbs...

yes, i created it.

yes, i know it's awesome.

yes, i realize that it is creepy as shit.

:-)

New atheism ad campaign

atheism, by nature, doesn't get good press. because the looney-bins have people everywhere. in many cases, people think of horned devils when they think of atheists.

and that sucks.

so i've started a new ad campaign for atheism. to get people on our side (the right side) quicker than anyone else, without any casualties, i've designed something that will get us goin' in the right direction:

A random pull from the archives of time

...or, at least my hard drive.

this one is from the winter of 1999... part of something called the cosmos series. i was somewhere between beer-thirty and coke o'clock, with a penchant for science (but no idea how to exercise it).

i think.

and i fancied myself as a know-it-all then too.

duh.

- - -

(V)


Generations have seen—
still see—will see
the Buddha—in Christ—
the Siva—in Allah—
Trivial Truth in clear
foggy Qurans—Bibles—
Vedic histories—and
melodic Mantras—to heal
the Soul—to kill the Dreams—
I can only—
Think

- - -

i think if i were to write that again i'd add a "FUCK YEAH!" to the end.

Kim sozzi the hit machine

the golden touch.

that's gotta be it.

the voice of an angel (*BULLSHIT*), the looks of a goddess (*BUUUULSHIT*), and the pipes of an organ on sunday (*WASTEOFTIME*)...

which in christianese means a bunch of good shit.

also, this girl has everything goin' for her.

so let's get up and dance.

Are the catholics as bad as the muslims?

usually i will argue that, of all the religions, the muslims are most bat-shit. and they are the ones that really, really, really scare me.

'cuz they really fucking believe ALL THAT BULLSHIT that is written in the quran.

all of it.

but the catholics are starting to worry me more too, especially now that they equate ordaining a female priest with the audaciousness and criminality of molesting children. sexually.

i'm thinking, now, they're just as bad as the muslims.

just...

as...

bad

.

(inspired by the friendly atheist)

Still has it

i know some people consider this 'just that cheesy song from say anthing' but fuck that.

this is a really good song.

really fucking good.

peter gabriel's background as a soul singer -- one who truly pushed the limits of phrasing and of what we consider might sound... good -- makes this gut wrenching confessional as emotional as it is musical.

it's really good.

seriously. just close your eyes and listen to it and see how long before your hairs are all standin' up.

Bjorn borg in underwear

walkin' through bucktown the other day, mindin' my own business, when...

BAM!!!

outta nowhere...

bjorn borg... in his underwear.

why?

Depends on what your definition of IS is

(click to enlarge)

every time i write the above parenthetical i giggle to myself. and how fitting that giggle is with the above paperwork gem.

hey, dude is right... getting a blowjob and coming on her stomach isn't really sex. i mean, it's sexUAL, just not sex.

i think you have to come on her back to make it actual sex.

or use a cigar.

or something like that.