Sunday, July 27, 2008

what?


thanks sam. i think you've taken better pictures of me.

also. my friend anii once told me that it was considered dangerous by African folk lore to sleep with ones ankles or wrists crossed. It's believed that sleeping in such a position makes you unable to run or fight should demons attack you while you dream.

clearly it's true.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

aww man.


this is almost as bad as when heath ledger died. (too soon?)

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

this guy.




i've seen a lot of subway ads cut up and rearranged in a really smart way lately. i assume it's one person and i really like what they're doing. who 'they' are, i haven't the foggiest. and i'm too lazy right now to want to even try to google it.

i kind of love it.

bianca bukes.


my darling bianca was featured in an article yesterday in metro ny for the courageous and amazing road trip she's currently on funded by her ebay enterprise. i'm surprised i found it; i only ever get these papers for the crosswords so how serendipitous that i happen to hate the book i'm reading!


(click on the article to see it larger!)

be kanye now.


i was surprised that i didn't think this was funnier. i think it was because guerrilla advertising irritates me like nothing else.

WAIT. WAIT A MINUTE. i thought it was just part of the joke but no. this tim and eric/zack galifianakis skit is part of this campaign.



i'll revise my above statement re: guerrilla advertising. if an ad can make me laugh until i pee (just a little bit) it's alright. otherwise hit the road.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

ka boom


they keep blowing things up around my office. highly unfun.

i stole it.

sorry krissy. it's too good.

all grown up.


my dad regularly forwards me crap emails with crap slideshows of dumb animals, or dumb soldiers, or dumb photoshopped garbage. anyways...so i wasn't surprised when i saw an email from him this morning with the title "fw: great photos!". riiight.

sidenote: i don't know what's more ridiculous: the fact that he won't stop emailing these things to me, or that i won't stop opening them.

well today i'm glad i did. the above photo was included in these "great photos". and while yes, it was surrounded by dumb pictures of mice riding cats or dogs rescuing ducklings, i have to say that i really love this picture.

you did a good job. great job!

beer heaven?


nope. it's beer island! really it just may be the best thing in the universe. i can't think of a better place to waste time. thank you liv for your eagle eye that found this oasis in a sea of hood rat mess and for the most ridiculous photo ever. im so creeped out.

Friday, July 11, 2008

look at these great pictures

of me. thank you to liv and krissy. you little peaches.





these are from the great cosmic commune escape.

it's official.


i'm in love with jim carey. unfortunately i LOVE jenny mccarthy too.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

omg.


Radio-controlled sperm 'tap' turns off vasectomies

A radio-controlled contraceptive implant that could control the flow of sperm from a man's testicles is being developed by scientists in Australia.

The device is placed inside the vas deferens – the duct which carries sperm from each testicle to the penis. When closed, it blocks the flow of sperm cells, allowing them to pass again when it is opened via a remote control. The valve could be a switchable alternative to vasectomy, the researchers say.

Although women can choose from several long-term contraceptive methods, for men vasectomy is really the only option. With this procedure, the vasa deferentia are cut or blocked, a process that requires surgery and can require a week of recovery. The procedure cannot be reliably reversed, leaving some men to later regret their decision.

Now, a team from the University of Adelaide, Australia, may have come up with a more easily reversed alternative. They have designed a small radio-controlled valve that would "push-fit" snugly inside the vas deferens and block the passage of sperm.

The silicone-polymer valve can be flipped between open and closed positions with a pulse of radio waves. A set of conducting "fingers" on the valve act as antennae and convert the signal's energy into sound waves that travel through the polymer and create stresses inside the device.
Remote control

"Since it is flexible, the polymer either contracts or expands as a result, and this movement allows the valve to be opened or closed as needed," explains team leader Said Al-Sarawi.

"It will be like turning a TV on and off with a remote control," added team founder Derek Abbott, "except that the remote will probably be locked away in your local doctor's office to safeguard against accidental pregnancy or potential misuse of the device."

To secure the device against accidental activation, the device works in a similar way to a car's remote key-fob. Each valve responds only to a radio-frequency signal with a unique code.

Another advantage of the microvalve is that would not require open surgery, unlike a vasectomy. The 800 micron-long device could simply be inserted using a hypodermic needle. "The procedure could be performed in a special clinic rather than in a hospital," says Abbott.

The researchers have finished the design of all parts of the valve, and are convinced it will work effectively. The next step is to test it in the lab with a tube of pressurized water. After that, trials could begin in live sheep and pigs, they say.
'Grace period'

One potential problem, however, is that after a while the valve may clog with protein and remain shut, rendering the man permanently infertile.

"We would only propose the device to men who were thinking of having a full vasectomy anyway," said Abbott. "But, unlike in an actual vasectomy, he would have a 'grace period' where the procedure can easily be reversed." How such a device affects gender politics would also make a fascinating social study, he added.

Men who regret a vasectomy can often only have children using donor sperm, says Natalie Gamble, associate with UK law firm Lester Aldridge.

"Although the law protects families conceiving with the help of a sperm donor, this type of conception has significant legal and emotional implications," she adds. " I am sure men will welcome the chance to control their fertility more flexibly, and to preserve the chance to have their own genetic child."

Joe Hofmeister is president of US firm Shepherd Medical Company, which is also working on male contraceptive devices. "Consumer market research performed by an independent third party for Shepherd confirms a strong patient desire for a permanent-yet-reversible male contraceptive such as the microvalve or other such system."

Journal reference: Smart Materials and Structures (DOI: 10.1088/0964-1726/17/1/015050)

ghengis kahn


i saw mongol last night. it could've also been titled it's hard out there for a pimp.

i have to say that i'm not mad at all the long hair and braids.

item.


i need to shower. f'real.

white party.


today i woke up feeling super fresh and so clean (although seeing as i haven't showered in about 3 days, in can't exactly say why). BUT no matter. wanting to keep the feeling going, i decided to dress in all white. man is that a crisp look. of course i listened to an all-r. kelly/puff daddy playlist on the way to work in celebration and stepped in the name of love all the way to chelsea, looking forward to my daily breakfast blogging routine.

as usual while googling for an appropriate image, my search yielded some awesomely inappropriate ones. this is probably the best (read: worst) thing that popped up.



well, please excuse me from ending this blog so abruptly. i have to go sew my eyelids shut.

zimbabwe.



my dad and his girlfriend, tresa (not pictured) are going to zimbabwe on saturday. hm. i'm jealous. f'real. sister cole and dadums have been to africa about...400 times. can i get a ride?

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

holy sheetz!



thanks to krissy for keeping me up on what's happening in our world. oh the things i'd miss if she wasn't around.

sheetz is basically the best convenience store in the world. god bless. the sister spirit squad discovered it on a routine astral expedition.

if only we had combined sheetz and other activities. well now we know.

Ship man jailed after naked trip to Sheetz

By Dale Heberlig, Sentinel Reporter, July 8, 2008

A Shippensburg man landed in Cumberland County Prison Tuesday after a naked early-morning excursion.

Police in Shippensburg say Brett Tyler Schatte, 21, walked into the Sheetz convenience store wearing no clothing around 2:49 a.m. Schatte reportedly ate a Slim Jim and a bag of chips and downed a bottle of Gatorade, then accosted a female customer.

According to police, Schatte approached a 20-year-old woman, pulled up her shirt and tried to pull down her skirt before the woman’s boyfriend intervened and escorted Schatte outside.

According to arrest papers, Schatte grabbed a jug of windshield washer fluid outside the store and threw it at the woman’s rescuer, then fled north on North Queen Street.

Police say they spotted the naked man a block away in the 300 block of East Burd Street, and took him into custody after two attempts to flee.
On-Call District Judge Paula Correal arraigned Schatte on charges of indecent exposure, disorderly conduct, public drunkenness, retail theft and harassment and jailed him in lieu of $2,500 bail.

A preliminary hearing is set for July 21 before District Judge Harold Bender.


so there are so many things to note about this, but in the interest of being succinct i'll only touch on two.

1) schatte did some shit at sheetz.

2) how was he in the store long enough to do all of that eating and drinking? i mean sure, slim jims take about 4 seconds to eat, but it takes me at least 25 minutes to go through a bag of chips. and about a day and a half to drink a gatorade. i'm picturing brett just chilling in the magazine aisle sipping a gatorade, the condensation dripping on his (no doubt) gross balls, thumbing through the current issue of horse and hound, while the 17 year old hillbilly at the counter is fast asleep and drooling. that's the only way.

horoscope!

here are some for the ones i luff.


According to Harper's Index, 97 percent of us believe that following our own conscience is a sign of a strong character. On the other hand, 92 percent of us think that obeying authorities shows strong character. What that apparently means is that most of us feel we can and should heed the dictates of our own conscience and please the people who control things. In the coming weeks, I think that might be possible for you to do once or twice. But most the time, I suspect you'll have to decide between being either an impeccable rebel or loyal devotee.


Some people skip to the end of a book and read the last few pages while they're still in its early stages. They want to know what will ultimately happen without going through the steps that lead up to it. While it's harmless to prematurely peek at how a book's story resolves, trying a similar approach could cause problems if you do it with your life in the coming weeks. Distortions might arise from trying to "time-travel" to a future date and foresee the outcome of a process you're in the middle of. It could sap your ability to carry out the work you'll need to do. Or it may fill you with false expectations that cause you to misjudge your allies. Be patient.



Mazel tov is a Hebrew phrase meaning "good luck," but its literal translation is "may the stars be good to you." It suggests that stellar energies influence our fate. In his book Jewish Magic and Superstition, Joshua Trachtenberg riffs on Judaism's ancient debate about the subject: "The stars determine human actions, but they too are creatures of G-d, established by Him to perform this special function, and therefore the influence they exert is subject to His Will. Repentance, prayer, piety, charity, good deeds . . . are the instruments by means of which man can induce G-d to alter His decrees and consequently to modify the fate that is written in the stars for him." I offer this, Cancerian, as evidence that the title of my column, "Free Will Astrology," is not an oxymoron. You have more power to shape your destiny than you imagine -- and now is a perfect time to prove it.



This oracle was originally commissioned by a spiritual wilderness school to train its students in high-stress meditation. It has been tested by disciplined explorers who've learned to be fluid and resourceful in the midst of natural chaos. Now it's being made available to you, Leo -- just in time for the last stretch of your dash (or crawl) across the wasteland. By contemplating the code phrase that appears at the end of this message, you will discover the key for turning poisons into medicine, taking advantage of your weaknesses, and knowing your direction without a compass. Here it is: Love the beauty and intelligence that are hidden in your darkness.



In Terry Pratchett's book Wyrd Sisters, there's a passage in which he talks about how the sun conspires with the forest to pump millions of gallons of sap hundreds of feet from the ground up into the sky. And it all happens "in one great systolic thump too big and loud to be heard." That's the kind of activity I recommend for you in the coming weeks, Virgo. Collaborate with the source of all life -- the physical sun, if that's your preference, or God or Goddess, if that works better for you -- to pull off a huge movement of lifeblood that brings sustenance from below to above.



In July 1969, astronaut Buzz Aldrin was the second human to walk on the moon. That was the good news. The bad news was that as he carried out his heroic feat, he wet his pants. He testifies to the event in the documentary film In the Shadow of the Moon. I suspect you may soon have a comparable experience, Libra: experiencing a little boo-boo or no-no while you're riding high. Though it may make you feel vulnerable at the time, it's trivial in the big scheme of things and isn't likely to stick with you. How many people even know that Aldrin accidentally peed at his moment of glory?



It's Wallow in Your Envy and Jealousy Week. During this holiday, you may in good conscience explore your covetous resentments and plumb the depths of your longing for what others have attained. Here's the payoff: Giving yourself this perverse pleasure should keep you relatively free from envy and jealousy for the next three months. To get yourself in the mood, read this excerpt from Dave Morrison's poem "Jealous": "I am jealous of those who do stupid things and feel no shame. I am jealous of the dead for their reduced workload, jealous of newborn babies for their clean records. I'm jealous of those older than me for what they know, and those younger than me for what they don't. I am jealous of dogs who don't think about living, or dying, they just do."



The world's oldest penises are 400 million years old. Discovered in Scotland in 2001, they're part of the fossilized remains of an arachnid species known as daddy longlegs. In reporting their find, the paleontologists marveled that the reproductive organ was two-thirds the size of the entire creature. Let's make this ancient genital a power symbol for you, Pisces. (If you prefer, you can focus on the 400-million-year-old daddy longlegs' vaginas that were also found.) I hope it inspires you to think back to the time when your sexual desires first began to stir. The future of your intimate relationships will benefit from you reconnecting to the primal purity of your original erotic urges.


awesome artwork courtesy of david mckay

you'll never do as much good as us.


i was getting ready for work today (read: dressing lucy in ridiculous outfits) and i happened to look out the window right as a sal val truck was going by. on the side of it was the above picture. apparently 'doing the most good' is their logo. don't you think that's weird? i think that's weird. it may as well be 'pff...amateurs (insert eye roll here)'.

$35 CUPPACOFFEE!!



so alan ruck lives in my neighborhood. i know! so good. anyways. i see him ALL the time. mostly at connecticut muffin around 7:15 am. when i'm looking my absolute best. pff.

today i was a bit late but i happened to catch him as he was walking over to his car. of course i was gawking. well as fate would have it a meter maid nailed alan with a parking ticket while he was in the ct. sidenote: the police in my neighborhood are SAVAGES.

anyways, if i wasn't in love with him before, i am now: he proceeds to rip the parking ticket off the windshield, wave it at the meter maid (who was still parked right next to him), and say "THANKS FOR THE $35 CUPPACOFFEE!!"

man, i think he must have someone writing his life. no one is that on point at 7 am and in a heated rage. ah, to be rich and famous.