Chillin'
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For my friends from NZ, “How to Prepare a Kiwi”
This made my day. Thx A!
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After booty.
I think the whole name/theme is just cursed: My sister named her Shi Tzu, “Jak,” after Jack Sparrow, and it was always doing stupid stuff like running into windows, too. UPDATE: This is Jak
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what does it all mean
Posted because I had to – I saw this image from my childhood (GOOOOO JOE!) in a dream recently, and it’s been sitting on my desktop waiting to be posted ever since. If my blog actually serves as a bridge from the dream world to this one, cool. For me, GI Joe was badass, especially this guy. What say you?
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Walt Whitman Freed the Slaves
Adam sent me this a while back. Click to open the full size page in a pop-up window.
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Homely
We put in curtains (cream) and grass (green) today. It’s amazing how much more this house feels like home now. As a side note, there’s a dirt track to the rear of our house where dump trucks come to drop fill dirt at the back end of the development. I took the Crown back there today to drop off 16 bags of black loam I bought (20 Baht/bag) to lay under the grass. After throwing the bags of loam over our fence, I got back in the car and did donuts and long drifts in the dirt all the way back to the paved road. All of the laborers working…
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15 Months no BT
Bittorrent, I’m back. I know you missed me. But Demonoid’s gone! NOOOOOO! I was one of the few users to upload half a terabyte; I was going to use that ratio for the betterment of my arcane software collection! Oh, well. It would take fifty years to download half a T on this connection, anyway.
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More notes on emergence
Since quitting smoking is probably the most important decision I made this year, I might as well write about it some more. Before I quit smoking, I was sure there were a few scenarios in which it would be near impossible to stand strong in the face of temptation after I quit. These situations included: A victory smoke while standing over the bloody corpses of my vanquished arch enemies Cognac in one hand, stogie in the other after a magnificent feast of roast swan and eel fingerlings During the time-honored tradition of smoking friends fucking with someone who’s trying to quit Well, I haven’t vanquished anyone or eaten swan yet…
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Slow Emergence
So I have a big confession to make: I quit smoking on New Years Day. It’s been a week, a busy week to be sure. Getting up the nerve to quit was a very difficult thing to do, because I enjoyed smoking so much. I was addicted to the act of smoking more than I was to the nicotine. I pretty much proved this by quitting cold turkey with a pack of nicotine gum in my pocket – I never used it, but it was there in case the nicotine withdrawals got in my way at work or something. The physiological effects that nicotine withdrawal had on me were extreme…
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First Post for 2008
We are waiting for a phone line to be installed at home… Until then, posting will probably be limited. Happy new year!
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toluene dreams
So we spent all day cleaning up the new house, something I swore we wouldn’t have to do because labor is so cheap here. As it turns out, the problem isn’t getting people to do menial tasks cheaply (we borrowed some workers from our housing developer for free, even). The problem is getting people to do menial tasks with any degree of proficiency (none) or to the hirer’s satisfaction (ditto). So I spent the whole day painting over stains, removing sprayed furniture glue from our floor tiles with paint thinner, developing new and exciting ways of removing mysterious black stains from our bathroom wall tiles (nylon brush + concentrated dish…
