So i got an email today for the (e:hodown) and it had a link to a very exclusive web site with very designer clothes. I can barely tear my self away and will prolly own this jacket and or buy a vacation at the Venetian in Vegas soon (or I'll miss out on it!).

Look at this bitchin' jacket!

I'm only going to lay out a few because I don't have that much time and I'll prolly loose you after the first one.

The Elephant Man

Yes, John Merrick, and his name is prolly as misspelled as my excuse for the word probably, but he's creeped me out for so long and so deeply that I'm to freaked out to look him up. I don't care if it's misspelled.

I remember hearing about Mr. Merrick for the first time as my sister told the plot of the movie "The Elephant Man" to my siblings and I one dark and boring saturday night. There I was, pressed against the side of the love seat clung to every word she said with the rest of my siblings who were sprinkled around the room also rapt in amazement. No one saw me loosing it slowly to my self near the couch under blankets that didn't do their job of protecting me from anything. I think they rather enjoyed them selves really, while every shred of reason I might have possessed slipped out of me like a litter of aborted puppies.

Later, when ever there was any mention of anything that could remind me of his existence the same horror popped back into my head all jack-in-the-box style and knocked me around. An elephant, a long tube of anything, other malformed people, anything. The movie mask was way off limits after that, and I don't I was the same for a while. Or ever. Hell, even, typing the title of this segment was a feat, Eeeeh....

Being Alone

Most nights. I would stay in my bed and watch a version of the same nightmare replay in my lil tiny Tony head until I was too petrified to leave it for any reason.

Yah, it was the same everytime. I'd do something I had to do and in the process I'd take my eyes off of whomever I was with, typically it was my mom (which is hilarious now since we don't hang out very much at all anymore), and when I turned back she'd be gone. I'd be alone in my house at the bathroom sink, on a bus driving through some terrible part of the city, in a field with tall grass and mangled trees and I'd loose total control of my body. When I woke up I'd be to petrified to move no matter what the reason. I learned to live with the consequences until I got braver.

Kinda explains my social addiction now that I think of it. Gotta work on these things...

Ok here goes. Here's a pic of the "E" man.... nope no, I can't do it. Hmm.. anyone who's into childhood fears should go borrow (from me) or buy the graphic novel "Squee". The writer Johnan Vasques who is also the creator of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Invader Zim a once popular children's show on Nickoloden and the forever after decoration of goth children who adore cute things to this day. The Squee book is about all those fears made more real and dangerous than they could ever be. It's effin' funny, and really cute.

Squee

Missing Image ;(

go buy it here or ask me to borrow it sometime.

I love it that this actually happened in real life somewhere.

Don't you ever call it "Just a slingshot!"

Ok. I love science, even though I haven't really be as involved with it as much as I used to be.

I saw a poster for this event at the gym (which will not be named) and started inviting a few people, but then thought to my self. The world must know! So here goes.

Science & Art Cabaret 4.0: SCIENCE FICTION / SCIENCE FACT

::link::

Yerp. My most favored part of this discussion is that there taking space travel seriously.

I heard that Russia is beating us to this (again), but I'm not disparaged. We'll find a way to make more (or loose more ) $ doing it than they will, or my uncles name's not $am.

It's totally free (with a cash bar), so you can get hammered and go home with a hot nerd... ok maybe I'm getting my events mixed up, but hey stranger things have happened.

Ok, anyone who's spent any time with me has known that I have a hatred for my phone that's slow and low and steady, but I haven't changed it since none of the devices I've seen on the network have really impressed me much. It's super slow and does some of the dumbest things when it's at it's worst. Many mooses have gotten punched over this device...

To boot two of my plan mates have the critically acclaimed EVO and it's a nice device. There's the EVO shift (ie. same crap with a physical keyboard), and some other lame devices that don't need to be mentioned, but I didn't see the point in upgrading to any of those when there wasn't enough of a shift in what I wanted or needed most on those devices.

Over the weekend (e:paul) sent me a link on engadget that got me going. Apparently the first 3D phone will be out on sprint and it'll be on par with (e:paul)'s Nexus One or maybe a little better.

Just today I found out that the Nexus S will be showing up on sprint later this spring. I'm pumped. Never before has my patience paid off so well. I can't wait to own a decent phone again... Now I only need to choose which one I want to get, the 3D phone or the pure Googler.... oooh my mind she wabbles. I'll just have to play with (e:ejtower)'s Nexus S to find out how sweet that is before deciding. I'm plumping my piggybank for the day when it's out.

Look how cute it is!