transmission

launching the psychic satellite

optic nerve

this has been fucking with my head....in the picture below the middle interlocking piece is the same colour in both pictures.....you may think its impossible but if you cover the rest of the pic up so you can only see that part it will all come clear.

the clone wars

SAN FRANCISCO -- Baba Ganoush, left, plays with her cloned sibling Tabouli. The cloned kittens are the first two cats cloned by chromatin transfer, a new cloning technology developed by Genetic Savings & Clone, a pet gene banking and cloning company, who produced the kittens as a precursor to production of the first batch of cat clones for the public. It will cost $50,000 to have your cat cloned.

That Damon from Boston....Not Johnny but Matt

I used to say "Im not a big fan of Matt Damon but he's in two of my favourite movies". those movies being Good Will Hunting and Rounders, but I saw him interviewed today and he was actually a straight up dude, none of the hollywood shit just an actor who wants to be an actor. I dont know the purpose of this entry.

I bought new shoes today <----- thats the purpose.

I dont consider myself to be brand loyal or to be a shill for any product or company but I bought a specific brand of shoes at least a year and half ago ( I wish that I had kept track of when I had bought them ) anyway they have been the most durable shoes Ive ever had. I walk over 10km a day so the amount of wear I do to a pair of shoes is at least 10 times the average person...anyway the last pair of shoes have lasted all this time until the soles wore down ( I feel a good pair of shoes lasts until the soles wear down without any of the stitching coming undone). So today I went back to the shoe store where I got the shoes and dug out the last remaining pair that they had of the same shoes...and now I will know exactly how long they last because of this stupid pointless post.

now im listening to the classics of love

Abstract spam poetry volume 2

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Leave Alone

This is the text in a spam message I recieved today....W3F

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its actually almost like abstract poetic genius...I like the part about "destroy satisfied bird" and the ending is great "exciting profession bread living" I think what we all hope for in life is an exciting profession bread living.

The best of the best of the best of the best

When I was a kid we used to go the A&P to get our groceries...they had a really weird system there. You would go the check out and ring all your stuff in and they would put it in bags then in baskets (about the size of recycling bins) which had numbers on them they would then give you a tag with the corresponding number and then put all your baskets on a conveyer belt and you would to and get your car and pull up to the front of the store and then you would hand someone your tag and they would fill your trunk with your groceries (because the conveyer belt let to outside).
Sometimes, not very often but sometimes the guy filling the trunk would screw up and mix up 2 peoples baskets so we would get home and find a few bags of other peoples things...some people would raise a huge fuss about this but it was always pretty exciting as a kid and getting to taste a sample of how other people lived...we never really had any frills in our regular shopping items so it we always seemed to trade up. the grocery store tales pt. 2

get in the swing

I was watching TV today and they were interviewing one of the doctors who successfully removed the Egyptian conjoined twins...the surgery took more than 12 hours ( I cant really remember but it was a long process) anyway the surgeon being interviewed made it clear that he believed that a higher power was at work when they
were performing the surgery as if their hands were being guided by God....I hate to be such a skeptic but by that logic it was Gods original plan to have created the conjoined twins. Why would God step in when they were performing the surgery if he created the twins in the first place?? That being said it is amazing that both of the kids survived after the unprecedented surgery.

Watching the tele till all hours

When I heard that Munch's "the Scream" had been stolen I thought 2 things.... 1. I'm glad that I got to see it in person (in 1997) 2. Why wouldn't those bastards let me take a picture of it when I did see it. The painting may never be recovered and I had a chance to take a photo of it but the fuckers at the museum wouldn't let me, even after I said that I wouldn't use a flash. Its ridiculous that they worried so much about photos being taken but yet the security was lax enough for 2 dudes to walk into the museum and pull it off the wall.

hollow teeth spread empty words

I just finished watching the 1962 version of "Day of the Triffids" and the story is pretty much 100% different than the book, which is actually probably a good thing seeing as most adaptations turn out rather poorly in comparison after reading the novel. The only things about the story they kept were the fact that a meteor shower blinds everyone on earth and that there are flesh eating plants called triffids. I didn't mind it but I still preferred the book ( but when the hell isn't that the case.

Humans probably aren't supposed to live as long as we do, I think if we were we would grow a third (and possibly forth and fifth) set of teeth at some point. It doesn't make sense that our first set of teeth last us 8 years and then the next set are supposed to last the next 60. I keep wanting to say "pair" of teeth but that definitely isn't right.

The other day while in the supermarket an old man with about 10 items let me ahead of him when I had 2 items, I said "are you sure" and he said "sure I don't have anywhere to be". This made me happy and Karmacly balanced out my experiences with old men and line ups, because about a year ago while waiting in line for coffee an old man butted in front of me. I was furious, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs what an injustice it was. I wanted to say "WHAT THE FUCK YOU OLD BASTARD, IM IN A RUSH ON MY WAY TO WORK AND YOU PUSH IN FRONT OF ME, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO BE UNTIL YOUR MEETING WITH ST. PETER TO JUDGE YOUR LIFE". I held in my anger that day ( it was also 2 days after I had quit smoking so I was pretty fucking edgy) but in the end everything is balanced out. I guess the moral of the story is some old men are kind and some are big selfish dickholes, actually I shouldn't really separate old people from everyone else because the same applies for everyone. Big selfish dickholes get old too.