Thursday, January 15, 2009 7:14:36 PM
i think we should 86 months all together and just number the weeks
whats the date 2009 34 102 year/week of year/day of year
months with weeks feels like standard vs metric... shit is just dumb.. stupid legacy bullshit.
Monday, August 18, 2008 5:12:18 PM
Barry Badrinath: It's $10 for a BJ, $12 for an HJ, $15 for a ZJ...
Landfill: What's a ZJ?
Barry Badrinath: If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
Steve: I've got $4.
So one more thing... a favorite Icon.. (probably some sort of overstock .com looking O for this My Opera Blogstylze ) you know, the fancy icon if you bookmark something.. it's all the rage on the 2.0 nets, clients are clamoring etc... I WANT MY FAVICON... DO YOU DESIGN FAVICONS... HOW DO I GET A FAV ICON.... well, the truth is, you have to pray, and then jesus gives you one, and ever since he started recognizing corporations as entities, the little guy just can't get one... (but i can give you one for the price of a ZJ... anyways...
(well lame ass blogstyles resizes my images - so you can go to
http://www.jetblue.com/ to see the fav icon in all it's glory)
And so now you are like, inorite - this is retarded... isn't this some like, new company, they 'get it'... they 'get what you want'... they are giving me jet blue balls... mile high airlinez soul plane shit 40z and blunts and stirpper poles, a president or two.
The other super dope part, is they aren't advertising the ZJ, but you know they offer it... it's like the secret menu type shit at in n out... you are like.. can i get that ZJ animal style, with a coke... aka, space docked alabma hot pocket snake duster..
Jet blue... handling your snake on the plane.... watch out for AIDZ!
leight
Sunday, June 29, 2008 10:47:59 PM
Comedy, seriously... best ever time displacement map... i listened to
nick Swardson's shit twice... with gems like 'why did i go to school, i only use 5 words, retarded, whatever, gay, dude, and fuck'... and a bunch of other audio book, whathavyous, kept me occupied.. i know it would seem a smoking marathon... but i didn't smoke till like 12 hours into the trip... but smoked about 10 in the next 5 hours... comedy works.
Fullerton to West Seattle, 17 hours... nothing eventful, no pics, so it pretty much didn't happen amirite? Some things I learned... SF is closer to Southern CA than it seems.. CA from above LA to the border of ORegon on I-5, is boring as fuck, and also hot as that. i think my HUD clocked external temps at 104 or something ridiculously unbearable. I think people lived out there, but i was all comfy with my AC, not paying attention to any of that nonsense. Grants pass, should be a grand Turismo course. and seriously, why is there a city named Weed? And you know there are a ton of douche bags that stop there and take pictures...
.. what a hack name, city.
Also, there is a sea of cows... somewhere in aforementioned section of I-5. It's gnarly... I'm pretty sure it stretched into the horizon, where i couldn't differentiate very small foreshortened cow, from edge of flat earth. It made me want a burger with at least 2 patties, but i didn't want to pass out.
Forgot to put my gas cap back on one time, trip fail. Pulled off for nano pitstop screw in, slap close. Back on it... and drove a little faster for a bit, like that mattered.
And at 3:10am I got lost getting off the freeway, west marginal way, hates me, i just dont see how it works...
So yeah, comedy on the next road trip is certain...
Monday, March 17, 2008 4:27:22 PM
So friday, we found out that you can't get into a bar with a passport (We found this out before, but we confirmed it at several bars this night). You can get out of the country, into other countries... but apparently a bar is a sovereign state, that makes up it's own rules. I was told by one bouncer, that often felons/criminals lose their license, so that is why... but that sounds like some horse shit too. Saw some old friends, met a girl that was a veterinarian, (aka wannabe doctor)... and another with an adorable southern accent... that had a boyfriend, which was probably the worse than anything else that could have happened that evening... then after that I was on an episode of 'The Wire'... I'd go into details, but the case is classified... Pretty retarded shit though. Next day was super reunion town, as I was preparing (drinking) to go to the ducks game later. That was pretty funny stuff, and you wouldn't get any of the inside jokes, so whatever. Then we went to this irish bar, where I kept telling the waitress I liked her, as she fed us guiness and jameson... then we went to our suite at the ducks game, already had one soldier down, and passed out... I might as well have passed out, in fact I only think i drank 1 beer at the game... I didn't know the score, and me and another dood, walked around fuckin' with people, until we decided it would be even more fun to fuck with the miller girls and take the miller challenge explicitly choosing bud light, and trying to get the girls to say they drank something besides miller. Then we went back to the Irish bar, where the bouncer, as he's taking peoples ID's points at me and says... 'he cant come in'... so I sat outside until our taxi came. I would probably have more to say if I remembered.. overall pretty destructive night, which lead to a sunday of COD4, and DVD's/onDemand/TheWire... Needless to say, i still feel like shit.. I really need to start takin some photos for this shit...
Monday, March 10, 2008 4:28:13 PM
Ok deep breath.. So there is some dood with dreadZ.. he accidentally kills a Mammoth..
WOOLY - which i mean... c'mon dood.. a spear? and a single human? KillZ a what? Nope.. Bet that never happened ever in the history of man... At least make up some scenario where I don't have to swallow bullshit immediately in your movie. oh wait, there is a hot chic with some fake blue eyes.. ok, im still with you.. there is a saber tooth tiger that apparently knows some dood saved it's life even though it's drowning and panicking... then it's on some Daniel in the Lions Den (BIble 4:19), maybe they should have watched the Jungle Book, cuz
Shere Khan would have definitely ate his ass, and that was a Disney movie. So at that point the movie was over, because he should have died.. then he should have died later with the saber tooth again, but all the sudden it's like... 'oh he can talk to a saber tooth'.. and that's why all these idiots follow him.... but he doesn't say... 'nah i can't talk to it'... so basically dood is lying his face off just to get his chic back the rest of the movie where he should have been dead. This is not good... So then after all these SHENS... it goes pyramid revolt, slaves gone wild... to 'throw spear from mad far away at the mainest bad dood, who apparently knows a lot about the stars, but not much about strafing or ducking'.. the hot chic dies at the end, only to be brought back to life... and to hopefully call me.. Decent to watch, some cool scenes visually.. but overall, I just wanted to head-shot everyone in the movie, thinking, damn this would be better if it was interactive... I dunno, do you go shotgun or mp5 in a slave revolt? so the moral of the story is... if you want to get your chic back, go to the zoo, hop the fence, mad dog a tiger for like 30 secs, and tell everyone you can talk to it..
Tuesday, March 4, 2008 1:26:30 AM
So besides the fact that LA is full of douches it seems, I've found that after parties are the mecca. After hitting up the Libertine, for a friends birthday, and a double tall redbull vodka... we headed to the Viper Room, with the boringest cab driver ever. He must not have been drunk.
So after exiting the vehicle... we are standing on the corner, I light up a smoke, and notice my compadre outside with his lady, is blazin' like he's in some hippie commune. We're chattin' it up, sharin' some funnies, when what to my wondering eyes should appear.. a limo, apparently from home depot, cuz so many tools got out, i thought there was a mikita conference. It must of been their first time in a limo because they thought it was cool. I get robbed of two cigarettes no less than 2 feet from teh entry way to a convenience store. One of em thought it was a rap video and was screaming ya-yo every 2 seconds, trying to barter with this other dood. One guys talkin about all he does is pounds, so that is why he has no herb... what a Herb. Then the mini tool, bust out, and just starts peeing like 10 feet from the entrance of the club... I am pretty much laughin' myself to tears on the inside. Then they just up and disappear... good riddance.
The bouncer is carding me, and we're talkin' shit about the instant how-to-be-a-tool conference... and he ends it with... "They had me at Li-mo".. Probably the best line of the night.
After that, I see some decent hip hop, drink 3 more double talls, and end up chain smokin' outside freestyling outside with some kids throwin' words at eachother... much better than the show... can't even remember some of the zingers that got thrown out.. I normally hang back and don't participate, but some dood called me Emo... and apparently I had to prove my drunken self.. like it matters.
My homegirl, meets some girl in the bathroom, we end up getting back to snag the car, and mob to this after hours party... it's 10 bucks each to get in, i at least get it knocked down to 15 for two, even though I wasn't paying (or did I), I was less than enthuzed. I get another drink, notice all the fine girls, are talking to guys rockin' bandanas like scarves, and proceed to make fun of all of them. The music was atrocious.. i thought I was at an 8th grade dance.. the only highlihgt during, "that girl is poison" was this dood doing like, ever old school dance move ever.. i threw out some kriss cross shit, which only egged him on, and I laughed uncontrollably for about 5 minutes. Drink up, this place is dead anyways...
After hours 2, I'm way more wasted... this place is a little more chill, drinks suck, I'm pretty sure I'm the only white guy... and I'm just wandering around aimlessly... I see some girl stuffing mushrooms into some guys mouth, and a few other rooms where 'music' was being played, but it all just made me proceed to chainsmoke outside...
Upon leaving my copilot is passing out, I'm driving through the city... alas, there is an LA marathon coming up... apparently nobody walks in LA, but they all fuckin' run. Finally get back to Venice... Smoke a bowl, and pass out..
Moral to the story... If you drink enough, everything is funny...
Tuesday, March 4, 2008 1:06:52 AM
I recently tested over the last week, how much cream cheese I use out of the little mini container that comes with my bagel from The Coffee Bean... Based on previous hunches, I noticed that applying cream cheese on a per bite basis, yields a more delicious bite, and all in all, uses less. When one applies all the cream cheese at one time, it melts, gets boring, and pretty much sucks.. and I always apply all of it. The last week, I've been ending up with left over cream cheese, using the per-bite method.
You are now more efficient, and your mouth is full of delisciousness.
UPDATE: If they happen to give you two little things of cream chees... you will definitely eat way more cream cheese... but you will also get way more deliciousness..
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