Check out my user sound: I can't stop listening to it, its so ballsy/brassy.





I tried making a psuedo-uv filter like the one I commented in Paul's journal (e:paul,4887)

The basic idea is to use glass from a screw-in black light bulb as a filter.
I bought (2) to use, good thing cause cutting them is easier said than done.
I used a vitamin pill bottle as a tube-hoozy adapter cause it fit perfect on my canon a70

Glass + gaffer tape + bottle = uv filter version 0.5


check it out:





I didn't play that long outside with it to try it on account of it being Believe it or Not outside.*





There is a spot in the glass where the thickness changes and it puts a blurry part in there.
Not really impressed with the results, need to play around with it more. Pretty good for a half hour investment though.



Also I found this in my truck:





I took this girl out a few times last year, and it was around this time.
I wasn't that into her but I was inspired by the third frame in a Dinosaur Comic and I thought it was funny.
I got the picture from my extensive archive and it cost like 80¢ to print and a minute to write on it.
I was apprehensive on account I didn't know if she would get it, and think that I was super into her or something. Well, lucky for me she stopped answering her phone a week before the 14th.
WHUT A RELEF!





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• Did anyone catch that one? I'm working on my rhyming slang.

IT was fucking supra-hairy down in Fredonia/Dunkirk this weekend. Robin Williams hairy.

So much fucking snow and so much fucking wind and so little visibility. Driving to work I couldn't even see the end of the hood of my turkc

I worked an extra day (Sunday night) so I could get time off for my cousin's wedding. Also the stag or bachelor party or whatever the fuck they are calling it.

Its hard to call it a bachelor party cause its not a bachelor party like I know it. this is the religious cousin and pretty much anything more dangerous than plain potatio chips is verboten. (Hell no, no barbecue chips) So like no booze, drugs, strippers, booze, gambling or rock/roll.

When we (me & his bro/step-bro) were trying to figure out what to do for the thing we thought it was a sweet idea to go up to WhiteFace, maybe ski a little bit. That got vetoed becuase I guess some of the other Usher dudes are too dorky to ski. What the fuck guys, you are really cramping my style. My crazy skiing style. (The last time I went skiing was in middle school or something and I remember crashing and getting amnesia.)

So no skiing. Then the groom sugguests backpacking. In march. Not like 'lets put a case of beer in a backpack and sneak it into the Square' backpacking but like 'lets sleep in a tent and dig a hole to poop in' packpacking.

Dude. I grew up with this guy and he's like a brother to me so I'll do this but goddamn if it isn't going to suck unfiltered shit.
I like the outdoors and I like camping and I like tents and sleeping bags but the last time I went backpacking as a kid these people rode horses over a backpacking trail and all their shitty hoofprints were like big puddles in the mud. The horseshit and mosiquitos that were hatching from the puddles was enough for me to vow to never do that shit again.
And that was in the summertime. This is supposed to be in March, actually the 17th. Instead of lots of beer, its no beer or heat. AWESOME.

Usually people take time off work for sweet stuff. I declare it opposite day and I take time off work for truly non-sweet stuff.


Anyways its nice being back in Buffalo, not only is the weather better but I love this place.

Goddamn doesn't this town love talking about the blizzard of 77?
When its mentioned, over and over, on TV and in the paper, I can't help feeling the same way when you watch a dog roll in shit. The newsheads and writers roll it all over their bodies, they can't get enough of it.
Maybe they are just salivating at the thought of another slam-dunk segment/column.


Everything is compared to that damn blizzard though. This past storm (The October 2006 Buffalo storm, also known as Lake Storm "Aphid", the October Surprise Storm and the Columbus Day Massacre, etc) was pretty quickly compared to 77. Everyone agreed: 77 was better (worse).


I think a keen young entrepreneur could major hay while the 30th anniversary sun is shining with 1-900-BLIZZRD or 1-900-30th77B or something to that effect. People could get off 24hrs a day at their convenience.


[caller] Just how big were the snow banks?

[operator] Well I swear they were a rod and a half if they were an inch. Damn things were just like mountains. Devastating.

[caller] Just how *gulp* devastating was it?

et cetera




In other news I am turning 300 months old later this week.

My favorite coworkers are the ones who come into my office to tell me how sick they are. Sneezes and noserubs only sweeten the deal


The best defense is to keep a a low level of germs in your system.

HOUSE OF COSBYS

My work week ends Sunday mornings, and Sunday nights have been strange on the night schedule.
While it would be nice to catch up with people Sunday afternoon and night, I'm not good for much and just fucking sleep, then get up late in the evening.

Then I read and read and eventually watch TV.

This is what was on at like 5:30AM Monday:









If you're slow on the uptake, its exercise for old people.
Low impact so they can do it from a chair without frying their frail frames.

In yesterday's batch of Postsecret, there was a postcard that said "I'm more worried about aging than I am dying."
I'm kind of feeling that right now.

Maybe in a few decades I can die out in the woods somewhere, before I get frail or really forgetful.
Maybe like this guy

yep I had a good time in DC.
I think I can interpolate that people had a good time at the Linwood house too.


I've been having really weird dreams. People have been speaking in geometric patterns and shit.

Its like dreams that are MENSA tests.

I had this one dream this morning that there was a breakthrough in technology that allowed cotton to be used in clothing & textiles.
It was the 1990's and people had access to non-synthetic and affordable clothing for the first time.

It was like a History Channel modern marvels.


That doesn't make any damn sense
You ever have fucked up dreams like that?

On monday me and some friends did some Urban Exploring in rochester.

We checked out the old American Laundry Machine Factory.



An old shop or parts room:
There was a newspaper in there with the headline "First non-Italian Pope in 450 Years" so thats around 1978.


The bathroom was almost like a crypt. The stalls were narrow.




safety first



We were in there at night so we could only see as far as a flashlight beam. I think we might have missed some cool parts of the complex as we only checked out a few buildings.

This site has more pictures.



This jerk peed on my sneakers.

this is the middle of the day for me. 4:02AM is the middle of the day on this stupid schedule



FUCK THE WORLD I don't want to work on this schedule any more or work at juice factories at all. What a fucked up concept: the juice factory is paying me to listen to pandora.com and sit on the internet and type this crap. They used to pay me less to do a job that was actually worthwhile.
Were is the cosmic justice (juicestice?)

I'm gonna milk this cocksucker (sweet, benevolent cocksucker which offers crappy dental and medical, and all the juice you can stuff down your pants) for some vacation time and some US$


I haven't engaged myself in anything cool lately: I haven't played music or run around in circles or gotten decently drunk in too long.

However I plan on doing all these things, perhaps more, starting this weekend.

I mean HEY DUDES



This whole night schedule has me fucked up. The first week of it I hardly slept at all and the 2nd week all I did was sleep. I have to think, all cerebral like, what time to sleep, how long, etc.



This time of year is usually an inflection point for me. As per usual I've pulled myself inside out 'taking inventory' etc. I think I might be in good shape.
My biggest criterion is: If I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone (original series), would I be a good, salt-of-the-earth type or would I be one of those rotten, deadly sin human types.
Although I don't have a particular problem with the pedestrian vices: (booze, etc ,etc ,etc), I don't dig the character vices.

Anyways that reminds me of my favorite religious observance of the year, namely the New Years Twilight Zone Marathon on SciFi. Which also reminds me that I'll be in DC for this New Years.
Last year we had a perfect record in Georgetown: 0 arrests, 0 stitches, and 0 broken bones. Lets hope we can push that streak though 2007.


2006 was a fucking awesome year and I can't wait for 2007.
I could totally go for another year, actually sign me up for 40 more.
(I used be uncomfortable with the though of quantizing someones mortality, especially my own. I kinda find peace now though and death is only a big YOU ARE HERE sign in the mall kiosk of life.)

The only things I regret are sins of ommision. Full speed ahead