• Uzi’s awesome prestidigitation! Card tricks from the heavens!
• Ball of pubes in the Cradle men’s room trash.
• A dream that a kid I once knew grew up to really, really hate me.

Scientists Create Sheep That Are 15 Percent Human - shepherds still insist on attempting it the “natural” way.

“If it hasn’t been said before, then I won’t be the one to say it.” — which, in a nice Bertrand Russell-y kind of of way, has that savory, self-referencing-paradox-y kind of flavor to it as I have never heard that said before.

This is the best way to demonstrate the Doppler effect.

Band practice was fun, but when I put in the ear-plugs I felt that I sounded like Lou Ferrigno singing the Ramones. Afterwards Jeff, Chris and I went to OCSC for a bit then Jeff and I had dinner at Tylers and a quick two games of pool at Hell.

Hey, who’s the douche-nozzle who bought “RhoBand.com”? That makes us “Skid Rho” by default.

From here.

It was amazing. I was in the zone. What zone? The flavor-zone! I came home for lunch because I forgot to take my experimental hearing pills, so I figured that I may as well save some change and make my lunch. Here’s how it went down:

• I put some bacon in the microwave
• I put bread, meat (turkey or ham) and provolone on bread slices then put them open-faced in the oven to toast.
• I sauteed some onions using vegetable oil and some of the freshly extracted bacon grease. (so healthy)
• After toasting I put on some mixed greens, tomatoes, mayo and dijon mustard (the kind with the huge seeds).

It was like the broodwich.

About the pills: Not only have they been shown to counteract the free radicals that cause nerve damage in your ears, they have the peripheral benefit of curbing those late-night cocaine cravings. (Wikipedia)

File under: cry-me-a-river style thoughts

“What are your passions?” turns out to be a more elucidating question than you would imagine.

With every scar I feel deeper in this fibrous husk. I am classically (perhaps even detrimentally) passionate. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed about being me - times weren’t always good, but they were unfailingly interesting - so it is disconcerting to feel less vital. What to do about that? How do I once again appreciate the world, like a hand, freshly freed from its cast?

“Google Analytics” got unfortunately truncated in my taskbar. Tee. Tee he. Tee he he he he he.