Friday, May 30, 2003


 

I want one.


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Go throught this one in slow-mo.


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Wednesday, May 28, 2003


 

Birthday Snake.


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Tuesday, May 27, 2003


 

If anyone can figure out why my blog is messed up, please tell me how to fix it.


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Friday, May 23, 2003


 

Danica's boobs, for the fark crowd.


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That's not a roach . . . THIS is a roach, mate!


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Thursday, May 22, 2003


 

Amen to that, my brotha.


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Tuesday, May 20, 2003


 

Who else thinks the song Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen is gay?


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Wednesday, May 14, 2003


 

OK, too many posts today. Must do more work. But first . . . here ya go.


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My Fantasy Football Season is approaching, but there are some rule changes underway:
New rule for the 2004 season: Any marriages that take place between the months of August and December will result in the loss of draft picks in future years. Kinda like the NFL coaches hiring policy or a salary cap violation . . .
Wilkens can vouch for me here, I called him up after I had heard the news that he was getting married, told him congratulations, congratulated Patricia (his fiancee) and told that woman that her wedding better not interfere with our Fantasy Draft. Lo and fucking behold, it's the same weekend on which we had our draft last year.

Patricia is a great girl, really she is, but you know that kinda shit ain't gonna fly with my lady.

Follow up!!! From the Wilk-Diggity himself himself:
As for weddings in August, my only advice is to not discuss how it interferes with FFL while drunk, and especially not to accept the challenge to call said woman's mother and proceed to explain to her while drunk.  Recipe for disaster.


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OK, now this doesn't look that bad:
The purpose of the protocol is to localize the neural regions and systems mediating the forms of knowledge representations hypothesized by the principal investigator to be stored in the human prefrontal cortex. Utilizing a variety of experimental neuropsychological tasks during functional MRI, we will investigate hypotheses regarding the role of the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex in planning, problem solving, economic exchange and reasoning; and the role of ventromedial prefrontal cortex in social cognition and emotional processing. We will ascertain the relationship between so-called cold cognitive processes such as planning and hot social processes such as mate choice and specific brain regions within the prefrontal cortex. We will also attempt to determine the relationship between non-frontal neural structures involved in emotional expression, such as the amygdala, and those frontal neural structures involved in executive functions that may modulate emotion. In addition, we will attempt to determine the requirements for frontal-parietal versus frontal-temporal network involvement in spatial landmark tasks. The data that we collect in this protocol will be of value in identifying a set of neural regions and distributed networks mediating the forms of knowledge representation stored in the prefrontal cortex. These questions will be addressed over seven separate studies with healthy, normal adult volunteers. The studies will employ within- and between-subject, event-related fMRI designs. The data collected will consist of behavioral measures of cognitive and emotional performance/judgment and corresponding fMRI images.
So I get to play an active role in stroke research by lying in an MRI and answering "hot or not" questions . . . and I get paid?

Do they validate?

I think I'm gonna have to pass on the test named "Functional Neuroimaging of Calculus Problem Solving." Show me my mate choices. No, wait . . .
This study will examine the role of the brain chemical dopamine in people's response to alcohol consumption.
Oh yes. And the Trogdor comes in the night.


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I just read this today and laughed:
Putting a thermobaric warhead on a Hellfire costs $35,000 above the $57,000 cost for each basic missile.
And I'm sacrificing myself for science at $75 a trip. God Bless America!

Ifs I saves up enuff, I's gonna buy me a thermowhatzit whozamajiggy! I's gonna drop me a bomb da'day.

I be prez-o-dent!


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Tuesday, May 13, 2003


 

I gotta say I'm a little strapped for cash right now . . . Wanna know how strapped?

This strapped.


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Sorry, everyone, but you gotta see this.

Sound is essential.

I know. I know.


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Monday, May 12, 2003


 

OK.

This is just too damn funny to not post here.

It's a little perverse . . . but DAMN, it's hilarious.

I put on my robe and wizard hat.


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Sunday, May 11, 2003


 

Monster.com has some funny articles . . . This is the text of a resume I looked at today:
My main reason why I need a job is so I can learn responsible for myself and also I'm gettin older and I don't need to depend on my parents for everything. So my ideal job would be to have comfortable hours and just to some money in my pocket. I would like to work in a clothing store or some in that matter. But it really don't matter at this point.
(sic)


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WTF?


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Friday, May 09, 2003


 

Last year, around this time, someone asked me to be a gigilo. Today, someone asked me if I wanted a job as a pimp.


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Darth Maul before creatine and weight watchers. Now, usually I don't do this, but uh, go ahead on break 'em off wit a lil previews of the remix.


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Wednesday, May 07, 2003


 

Behind my house, in the pouring rain, a drug deal just went down.

You ain't neva been to Rushing Water Way? Stay the fuck outta Rushing Water Way, 'cause you wouldn't understand Rushing Water Way.


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Sunday, May 04, 2003


 

I am in love with American Chopper. You should be, too. The old guy, sheesh, I tell ya. I still don't know what he does. Sits around, trims his neck hair . . . Bitches at his son . . . cries. There's no crying in motorcycle fabrication! Some day, I will have an Orange County Chopper. I can't wait to see the Fire Engine bike.


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I'm a big dork. Here's proof.


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I'm like MAgellan I'm so gellin'.


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Thanks for ridin' the