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01 AD.) Why don't all the videos work? I get this question about 10 times a day (which is really kinda cool cause at least people are looking at this stuff) and I really have no answer. It totally should work. Im not bullshitting you here.

Now, if it doesn't work, make sure you are with the most current quicktime player, and then try a different browser. If these don't work, turn off your computer, open the side panel, and make sure the memory port next to the processor is the color green. If it isn't the color green, find some spray paint (any brand mind you, but the more expensive, the less times you have to go over it) and give it a good covering. Next, slowy back up from the open panel as sometimes the processor elf (otherwise known as a Prelf) will become angered. (You did just paint part of his home green) If his eyes flash red, he has become angered by your actions and will try to smite you down with his prelvish sword (it looks like a memory card, but beware, it has the power to cut you like the worst paper cut ever). If his eyes flash green, he doesnt mind at all and will go back to whatever it is he does in your computer. If his eyes flash a rosey pink, he has actually become aroused by the color and you are in for a different kind of trouble. Once the panel has been replaced, restart your computer, load up your browser, and enjoy the movies contained here in. If your computer doesn't start up, its probably because you just sprayed paint into it, and you shouldn't be operating a computer in the first place.

hope this was helpful. bye.
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03/17/09: It's the national day of "dress like an idiot and have a reason to make a vomit stew in the streets", but far be it for me to be so judgemental. I like a drink just as much as the person on the bar stool next to me. But today I decided to not drink. It shall become my annual protest over only having one day that celebrates a skewed history of drinking and pregnancy. And I can just drink the other 364 days.

Oh, the real reason i am writing is to show you this rad GIF I found. I don't know who made it, but it rules:
and this inspired me to make my own gif, but on a much much much lower level:
heh. look at Dr. Nick stare. all right. bye everyone.
03/15/09: It's March, as you can see by the 03 to your left right over there, and what a better way to celebrate the mid-March madness than by writing some words down here on this page 'o luck. Well, #1: I am not into St. Patricks day, but that mostly because I don't particularly like christian myths set up under holidays, nor all the tenderfeets sucking down green beer and pushin it right back up onto their j-crew outfits. #2: Ghosts of the past have started to pop back into my head and life and I kinda wish either a.) a mallet would smack my head into limbo or b.) the mallet would smack them back into limbo. Either/or, I'm not too picky. #3: I've been trying to figure out what to call what happened to me friday night (that would be the 13th). It was a good day with tattooes, a show, a party, and then at 2 a.m. as I rode from the party towards my abode, a group of kids attcked me. One swung at my head, and the other grabbed at my backpack. the remaining 4? 6? yelled and hollered. I pushed into my pedals and got my momentum up only too, then, meet the side of a parked car face first and flip over its hood. The yelling echoed down the street as I hit asphault, but lucky for me it was in the opposite direction from where I was picking myself up, the little douches were running away. Was I mugged? Jumped? Just fucked with? nothin got stolen. I received a rather large bump on my chin, which is covered by my beard, so, in actually, my beard saved my face from complete obliteration. The car lost its mirror, which I can give credit to my head tube for taking out, a possibly cracked windshield and dented hood, which I can give credit to my body for taking out, and a painfully sprained wrist, which I will give credit to the car for taking out. Hopefully this bit of poop will set me back on a "no shit eating for a while" karma thing, or it's just the prelude. Being a firm believer in pessimism, I foresee a great shitstorm, not enough work, some sleepless nights care of shitty thoughts about shitty people, and more government bailouts for more shitty unworthy companies. Shitty.

On one good note, I got to create a music video with some friends of mine Franklin For Short back in Febuary and it airs this Thursday, the 26th, on this website: 99dollarmusicvideos.com. If you enjoy it, yay!, If not, kiss my ass.

Hugs...... yet some people may say drugs, but then thats kinda smug, which I will then shrug, and end it there.
01/01/09.) So, to recap:

1: Work.

2: No Work

3: Work

4: No Work

4a: Part time work

5: Christmas involving hugs, locking myself in a bathroom, and running from a beast.

6: Walking down a shady street at 2 am in brooklyn.

7: New Years - steam pipes

8: Eating a chico-stick while trying to lock a door and accidentally confusing the two and biting a key while jamming said chico-stick into lock.

08/18/08.) If you are running from a bear, run downhill. The bear can't run as fast with its little front legs and your death will be slower.

07/21/08.) Well, this morning I coughed up a fist sized black and red blob thing while showering. Usually when coughing things up, it take a bit of hacking and horking to get something good, but this....this ball came up with only one good deep cough. It felt like I was headed towards a trancendental state of euphoria before I actually looked at what had come outta my body. For reference I will point you in the direction of the classic 1988 remake of the Blob, except the ball of goo goes down the drain in my version, not up through the drain with killing zest as Kevin Dillon sees it.

Oh, I also bought the directors cut of From Beyond, and one thing I've learned from that is don't watch it with your mom, and not because of the gore parts, but because of the wierd sexual connotations within the film, as well as the chance some family members, like your cousins lets say, may walk in at the part where Barbara Crampton happens to be dressed in an S&M outfit and secretly giving Jeffery Combs a handski.

Yeah, awkward.
06/04/08.) Best Movie.......
04/11/08) Danny Glover.
02/13/08) No Age. I didn't really understand the hype, but then I saw them play. Good. So Good. Check it here---> &. Lots of cell phones went up to record the show. That made me laugh. They're from LA, but don't blame them for that.
Liars on the other hand sounded better from outside, or maybe high on acid, or just sitting at home, or maybe never. I don't know.

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