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AIM is for losers, Skype is where it's at! |
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May. 21st, 2008 @ 12:40 pm
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作詩：マキシマムザ亮君 作曲：マキシマムザ亮君
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳 YEAH!
※SWINGサマー アイスクリームゲッチュ! メガ☆ラバ
すっぴんグラマー すっぴんが自由 メガ☆ラバ
ピンク修羅場 スピーカーCHU! メガ☆ラバ
アニキLOVERサイン
SWINGサマー アイスクリームゲッチュ! メガ☆ラバ
すっぴんグラマー すっぴんが自由 メガ☆ラバ
ピンク修羅場 スピーカーCHU! メガ☆ラバ
アネキLOVERサイン※
△「超ブルー」 黙れ! 優雅なSEXアピールPEOPLEメス
絶望生物系の熱弁
冬挽回 憂鬱 夏来る 不安感レイディー
塗ればネバネバ・デスペイント△
□不運なワンチャン あんた夏ゲーム 魔羅が氾濫サスペンス
メロメロ エロ プレイガール!プレイガール!
H都合なドラマスティック 結合なご満悦プレイ
ディスコでコネ御礼!□
誰も彼もハリキリ妄想
フルビキニ着れて逃走
トロピカル年々上昇 オゾン層ゾーン 無残ビーサン
あれま 祭りで抗争
出店がらみの乱闘
的屋の兄ちゃん姉ちゃん ぼろもうけするマスター
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☆HEY! いれろ冷房!
チェリー強引TOベッド
グッバイエロ細胞
ヒロイン全滅 トゥーレイト
悶え リトルボーイ
手詰まりの猛威
おまえ ラブ理論さえ才能
妄想集まれ 幻滅と憂いのレイン
ただいつも俺振られインマイルーム☆
◇ノーメイク 風呂へ
気分はスター・ラメ
浴衣 風鈴 ダーリン
今 ロマンロック・ハニー
OH… !! レディオ爆音 浜辺 罪色(つみいろ)
皆 フォーリンLOVE
エキゾチックパーティ ShakeYourBody!
ノーブラ 溢れ 黒く サマーYEAR!◇
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はみ毛にんまり どすけべ無礼講
カモメも揉め ケツ猛烈のパレード
有り金やれ! ビキニトレード
花火あがれ 発火 俺の肛門へ
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ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビーチ ユーロ 消えろ! ケチ遊泳
ビバ! 貧乏!
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So I don't think I've done a real update in a period of some months...funny how nonsense like that slips away sometimes.
I'm largely settled into my Chicago life (only took 5 months), and I'm starting to get my budget under control to the point where not only am I not losing money, but I'm actually splitting up the extra for useful things like long-term savings, random indulgences, and *gasp!* retirement.
I was looking at my apartment the other day and noticed I really haven't done anything with it since I moved in, other than drag in the odd-and-end things which largely end up piled on my couch. Not being able to hang much stuff on the walls is sort of inhibiting much in the way of decor, but I think I'll spend some time over the next few weeks making the place look a little more lived-in, rather than just occupied.
I was also thinking, I've lived out here on my own for just about as long as I had with the girls back in apt #5, but it feels a whole lot less like home...maybe it's that I spend less time around my place, but I think it has more to do with how living with other people changes the way living works. I've always enjoyed time by myself, but after being out here for almost half a year, the only real relationships I've managed to cultivate have been work ones, and that's sort of a downer.
I think I might be heading back to IC tomorrow to spend mother's day with the family (or at least those of whom decide to show up for it). Its actually been a while since I was last in town, so we'll see how that goes I guess.
Back to robot fixery.
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* Bluetooth® 1.2, class 2 range up to 33 feet
* Supported Bluetooth profiles: A2DP
* Power Output (RMS): 10W + 3W x 2
* Impedance: 8 Ohms
* Dimensions:
o Subwoofer : 1,7 x 6 x 7’’
o Satellite : 2,7 x 7 x 1’’
Basically, bluetooth just makes everything great. This is mainly a cool deal because my mp3 play is an open-format, crazy versatile fellow, with bluetooth integrated and all that goodness.
I'm planning on putting these bad-boys in my bedroom, which before there was an annoying problem that the best place for a speaker system would be on my dresser, which is a bit away from my bed. Granted, that's what remotes are for, right? Oh, but wait...remotes don't work with MP3 players since you have to plug them in through an audio-jack (save for some of the very high-end ipod players perhaps). Well shucks-howdy...how would I get around that little problem? I mean, I want to listen to music when I go to sleep, but having to hop up and change songs around and whatnot is a bit of a bother. I could custom make play lists up the wazoo, but I've never liked such nonsense, I'm too spontaneous w/ my music loving. BUT WAIT! With the bluetooth capability of both these speakers, and my mp3 player, the MP3 player turns into a remote! I can put my speakers in the proper spot, sit down and chill with my little awesome mp3 player, and can flip through songs and all that goodness, without having to plug anything into anything, dock it anywhere, or any of the other lame restrictions that suck things up.
I did a bit of playing around with these guys at work, and the 33' that they were rated for is a pretty conservative estimate. I walked all across the office, and only lost a signal once I went into the back of the warehouse (about 200' away from where they were, with a couple of walls in the way).
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動物たちの本来持っている本能を引き出し、生き生きとした姿を見せる取り組みが評判を呼び、今や全国的人気の動物園。ホッキョクグマの観察窓や、ペンギンの透明トンネルなど多彩な工夫で動物たちの表情を伝えてくれる。昨年「レッサーパンダの吊り橋」が完成し、6月末には「オオカミの森」も完成予定。ますます目が離せない！ |
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http://www.pornquest.com
check it out, it's fucking awesome...seriously.
Apr. 24th, 2008 @ 01:21 pm
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back from mexico, and mostly alive.
Apr. 18th, 2008 @ 08:41 pm
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new Gore video.
Apr. 8th, 2008 @ 10:40 am
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Scientists Unveil High-Res Map of the U.S. Carbon Footprint
A team of scientists has completed a carbon dioxide emissions inventory of the United States plotted down to 100-square-kilometer chunks.
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I find it interesting that you can pick out Iowa city pretty easily, even on this large-scale, 100 sq km resolution map.
Full article here.
Apr. 8th, 2008 @ 10:12 am
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Erinaceous
Er`i*na"ceous\, a. [L. erinaceus hedgehog.] (Zo["o]l.) Of the Hedgehog family; like, or characteristic of, a hedgehog.
more here
Apr. 7th, 2008 @ 01:18 pm
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Last Words: Part 2
Friday, April 4, 2008
“Dad got mad at me one day and threw Poofy in the lake. I was, of course, heartbroken and ran to my mother, but she just looked at me funny and said ‘Rocks can’t drown.’”
“I eventually got another dog. A real, proper dog. At least, I thought he was.” Arklebar shrugged. “I didn’t find out dogs normally had four legs ‘till I was thirteen. He also foamed at the mouth and walked into trees. In retrospect, he was probably rabid, so I can understand why he ‘disappeared.’” Arklebar made ‘quote marks’ with his hands. “That was the best New Year’s dinner ever.”
Bryl stared at his enemy. “Are you completely, barking mad?”
“Hmmmm . . . maybe,” the defeated king said, after a moment’s reflection. “Eventually, I noticed girls. There was one, her name was-“
“Hold it!” Bryl advanced, his sword point moving to within inches of Arklebar’s throat. “I don’t have time for anymore stupid stories! You die! Now!”
Arklebar pushed the tip of the sword away. “Wait a minute! You said ‘last words!’ Not ‘last word’ or ‘last paragraph’ or ‘kindly sum up your existence in a haiku!’ You practically demanded my last words and now you’re getting them! Besides, you’re supposed to be the good guy! What will all the other good guys think down at the good guy tavern if you went and offed me mid-soliloquy?”
The sword wavered. “Well, just hurry it up. Skip to the end or something.”
Arklebar took a deep breath. “Let’s see,” he began. “Girls, school, more girls, arson, petty theft, robbery, a brief stint at Madame Via’s School of Dance- to meet girls,“ he said pointedly. “Moving up to thuggery, murder, and eventual domination of the kingdom of Uburia.”
“Done?” Bryl said.
“Almost. I haven’t gotten around to the bit where I invested heavily in magical healing.”
“Ah, then- wait, what?”
Arklebar smiled. “It’s called Ginormous Heal!”
A dazzling white light enveloped Arklebar. The young Lord Faringdoyle staggered backwards, his hands going up to shield his eyes. By the time they cleared, Arklebar already had his helmet back on and was picking up his sword.
“I believe,” he said calmly. “It’s your turn for last words.”
The young hero stared. “Catnuts!”
Arklebar considered that. “I liked mine better,” he said and then advanced.
Via here.
Apr. 7th, 2008 @ 09:03 am
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French Buddhist Monks can have some great ideas about happiness.
Also, if you aren't in love with TED by now, then you should get that looked at.
Apr. 3rd, 2008 @ 11:21 am
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Somone you might be more familiar with...
Apr. 2nd, 2008 @ 04:57 pm
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An interesting video on the future of space and exploration by Burt Rutan at TED.
Also, Clifford Stoll is glorious!
Apr. 2nd, 2008 @ 01:12 pm
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In April 1976 the British astronomer Patrick Moore announced on BBC Radio 2 that at 9:47 a.m. a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical event would occur that listeners could experience in their very own homes. The planet Pluto would pass behind Jupiter, temporarily causing a gravitational alignment that would counteract and reduce the Earth's gravity. Moore told his listeners that if they jumped in the air at the exact moment that this planetary alignment occurred, they would experience a strange floating sensation. When 9:47 a.m. arrived, BBC2 received hundreds of phone calls from listeners claiming to have felt the sensation. One woman even reported that she and her 11 friends had risen from their chairs and floated around the room. — from Museum of Hoaxes
from MSN
Apr. 1st, 2008 @ 04:40 pm
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April 1st, 2008
Miya stopped in front of the burgundy-tainted door. She used her ears to listen at sounds coming from the inside of the door, but did not hear any sounds from the inside of the door, yet she knew all was not well on the inside of the door. Opening the door carefully, she opened the door.
The room was dark, and several seconds eloped before her eyes adopted to the reaching darkness and began to concern shapes. She quickly recognized the two figures standing in the room. One of the figures was on the floor, and the other standing over the first figure who was on the floor. Miya turned on the lights, and a bright light washed over the room.
On the floor lied Lumina, sprayed about in a pool of crimson liquid, as motionless as the dawning night. A knife procreated from the middle of her chest, her cold, lifeless corpse covered in blood.
“Neiko, you killed her,” Miya whispered to the figure standing over Lumina’s body in but a whisper.
“Yes, I did do that,” Neiko replied, as blood dripped from tip of the knife she held in her hand.
Miya, wanting to look Neiko in to the eye, turned on the lights, and a bright light washed over the room. Neiko’s eyes were emotionless and without emotion, in that order.
“Why did you do it?”, Miya inspired.
Neiko replied statistically, “I had no choice, she knew too much.”
“What did she know?” Miya asked?
Neiko scarfed and replied, “Why would I know? If I knew what she knew, then I would have known too much too.”
“But if you didn’t know what she knew, how did you know she knew too much?”
“I don’t know.”
As if sieged by a strange power, Miya stepped toward Neiko, who didn’t so much as winch. She put her hands around Neiko’s waist, clasping them gingerly like an albatross soaring in the autumn sky. She moved her face closer to Neiko’s, until they were almost touching. With Neiko’s warm breath carouselling her lips, she smiled reductively.
“Maybe it’s all for the better. After all, she would have only stood in the way of our desires,” Miya said.
“What do you mean?”, Neiko replied.
“I don’t know. I just liked the way that sounded,” Miya responded.
They looked longingly into each other’s eyes, the only sound the low gasping of their breath, the only movement the slight rise and fall of their supple chests, pressed firmly against one and other.
Barely edible, Neiko whispered into Miya’s ear.
“I’ll put on my ocelot suit.”
Apr. 1st, 2008 @ 10:03 am
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Arklebar, Dark Lord of Berenir, King of Uburia, and Conqueror of Kordrun staggered and fell against his throne, his shoulder spikes scraping loudly against the stone as his sword clattered to the ground.
“It’s over, Arklebar!” panted the young man. His armor was rent and bloody and his left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his sword was steady as he pointed it at his defeated foe.
Arklebar glanced around. His guards were gone and fires from siege were filling his hall with smoke. “Yeah,” he conceded, as he struggled into a sitting position. “Looks that way.”
“What? No clever threats or insults?”
“Nope.” Arklebar removed his helmet and set it beside him. “Just out of curiosity, though. Who are you?”
“Do you remember Lord Faringdoyle?”
Arklebar considered the name. “Tall guy with a wart?”
“No. My height, black beard shot with grey. Liked cats.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Well, he was my father and you murdered him!” The young man took a step forward. “I’m Bryl Faringdoyle, Heir to the Duchy of Faringdoyle!”
“Ah, the whole revenge thing. Point of interest: Did I actually kill your father or was it one of my lackeys?”
Bryl stared at his defeated foe. “What does it matter? You’re reign of terror is over! Any last words?”
Arklebar thought for a moment. “Actually, yes.” He leaned back against his throne, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “It all started when I was a kid. I had a dog named Poofy. Well, actually, he was a rock that looked like a dog, y’know, if you squinted just right. Anyhow . . .”
Later: More Last Words!
Apr. 1st, 2008 @ 09:57 am
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the universe est mir egal.
I have a fully tummy, the robots are mostly fixed (knock on wood....no not that kind you perv), and I'll hopefully be back in town tomorrow~!
Buttobasu wa~!
Mar. 24th, 2008 @ 06:37 pm
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Mar. 20th, 2008 @ 02:13 pm
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"‘Twas but a fortnight ago that unto me a quest did come. It appeared as if by magic in a box, of which only I possessed the key. Upon gazing upon the sealed envelope, my heart did soar, for I knew adventure awaited inside.
Upon opening the envelope, I did find a missive addressed to me from a place called the DMV. Registration was required, lest my vehicle, a noble pickup of few dents and possessing a good radio, be declared remiss in the eyes of the law.
“Huzzah!” I shouted, startling the portly gentleman to my left, as he himself gazed upon his letters. “At last,” quoth I. “A quest worthy of one such as myself!” The gentleman edged away, yet I pretended not to notice.
“Huzzah!” I shouted again, noticing the Value Pac of coupons. “Dungbutter!” came next, as I opened my bill of credit, yet that is another story.
To my supervisor I did fly the next day, with news of my quest. “Steve!” I did cry. “To the DMV I must go!”
“Please stop shouting,” he replied. “Fine, just shoot me an email.”
“Verily! It shall be in your inbox in mere moments!”
An email was drafted, nay, forged, and sent forthwith to Steve the Managerial, so that he knew well my plan. And then I was off, descending by elevator into the very bowels of the parking garage where my pickup did wait, gleaming primer-gray in the darkness.
The engine sparked to life with the turning of the One True Key. Four cylinders whined in unison, like a gang of children begging for sweets, and I was off. Many miles were driven, many gears shifted, many songs sung off-key. At long last, I arrived at the DMV and maneuvered my truck betwixt the lines of parking, and then securing my paperwork, exited with a joyous cry.
Across the lot I bounded, upon the sidewalk I leapt, past the mailbox I galumphed, and found myself before the DMV. “Catnuts!” escaped my lips, for inside the fortress waited a veritable throng of fellow adventurers, each clutching a numbered slip of paper.
I entered, reminding myself to speak softly in this most sacred temple of bureaucracy, lest I offend the gods that dwelt there. I secured for myself a square of paper, upon which was inscribed one-hundred-and-three in bold red letters. The eldritch display upon the wall read merely fifty-eight, so I steeled myself for a long wait, yet knew the rewards for such a lengthy quest would be great.
Return later, as the adventure will continue anon!"
-via this place.
Mar. 20th, 2008 @ 09:11 am
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