Kudos to you!
This is mainly why I quit drinking, FYI.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
Sasquatch's Underdwelling Information Bananza
I think I know who this is! You've got to click the link and check out the picture and listen to Sas's audio clip.
This is way funny....isn't it....Cierzo's?!?! Bum bum bummmmmmmm!
And excellant job with photoshop!
This is way funny....isn't it....Cierzo's?!?! Bum bum bummmmmmmm!
And excellant job with photoshop!
Flattered:
The last picture on my 8/16 posting has 2 comments. Not so much the comments in and of themselves as who commented and therefore, who takes time out of his presumably busy and valuable day to read the mediocre crap I post on the Internet (this weblog)…that’s what I’m flattered about. I can only recall just posting a comment on his blog months ago. I’m flabbergasted. His blog link is to the right. Ch- ch- check it out. Neptunus Lex’s blog = James Cooley’s blog X 73! This makes me want to straighten up and fly right.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
WHO IS SASQUATCH?!
[James Cooley's Blog] 8/23/2005 03:17:04 PM: "Maybe Sasquatch? to me
"Bushes rustle to your left. You smell an ape like creature. You soundly hear a high pitched scream. uh oh it may have returned "
it's too funny that i have no idea who this is and Sasquatch won't give me any hints either.
"Bushes rustle to your left. You smell an ape like creature. You soundly hear a high pitched scream. uh oh it may have returned "
it's too funny that i have no idea who this is and Sasquatch won't give me any hints either.
Pictures of Pennies
Thanks to Moose (see right for link to his weblog) for this awesome penny construction link. This is kind of a must-see.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Jessica Lawrence.
Jessica Lawrence, 17, is an alto saxophone prodigy. Apparently, she teaches her fellow students, as in, she's a teacher in her Wellesley, Mass school.
Keep your ears open for her.
Keep your ears open for her.
Candle Question Answered
Thank you to whomever answered yesterday's question with this encyclopedia candle link. I always thought that wax just melts and the wick is what was consumed. Nope. Wax, mixed with oxygen, is also a fuel. Depending on what part of the flame the fuel is in contact with, the residual is water vapor and CO2. So, to answer my question, I reckon that so long as there is wax in my aluminum bowl, there will be just as much scent.
Download - but pay for it!
I'm listening to Cream's 'Sunshine of Your Love' redone by Living Colour. It so rocks.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
My Childhood Treehouse Fort:
Between teaching myself freestyle bike tricks in the neighborhood on my Schwinn Predator and playing kickball, my biggest childhood hobby was building trails in the woods behind my house. The woods fostered some intricate trails that had intersections, jumps, bank turns, the like!
I built some lean-to’s, shoddy forts, and camping areas. Nothing to write home about.
One of the trails had two birch trees on the left side and one on the right. My treehouse first started out as a platform using the 3 trees as footers. I rode my bike under the platform. No purpose. I decided to encase the platform from the ground up, like a garage for my bike. I lashed logs together to make for a more medieval look. Gathering all those damn logs was a total pain in the ass.
The platform had a urinal. I cut the bottom off a 1 gal milk jug, fastened a 3.5’ hose to the mouth, and nailed the puppy to a tree. The 4’-off-the-ground hose would dangle and urine would spray all over when I’d pee into the jug. Again, pointless, but totally cool.
The Drawbridge: Hinges were fastened to a base board that was spiked into the dirt. I used scary-looking railroad spikes. The hinges were nailed to a pallet which had a boardwalk nailed to the inside/top of the bridge. When the bridge was down, the beginning edge rested in a mound of dirt, like a ramp, for me to smoothly ride bike up and on to it. When closed, the drawbridge latched using those gate ratchets that are commonly used for pool gates. On pool fences, one would pull the top of the ratchet (fastened to the fence) and a bar is forced out of its latch position. The bar is screwed to the gate. In order to close the gate again, you can just slam the door shut, and the ratchet grabs the bar. So my bar was nailed to the bridge and the ratchet/clip portion was nailed sideways to the base of the platform. Dig? Now for the kickass part. Twine was tied to the top of the ratchet mechanism. The twine was fed through an old garden hose that ran from the treehouse, underground (about 2”), and up the trail about 18 yards. The twine was tied off to the bottom of a lever. The hinge of the lever was at ground level and the top of the lever was shaped like and used as a paddle. As the teenager rode by the paddle on his/her bike, s/he could merely lower his foot, knock the paddle back thus pulling the twine and releasing the ratchet, ride up to an already-opened drawbridge, cruise inside, throw the kickstand down, and pull the pull-cord used to close the drawbridge behind him/her. So sweet!
I started digging a moat around the treehouse. Pff! I gave up after 3 hours. Upstate New York and its abundance of trees is NOT conducive to digging. So yeah, the bridge went over nothing.
This Treehouse rocks!
I built some lean-to’s, shoddy forts, and camping areas. Nothing to write home about.
One of the trails had two birch trees on the left side and one on the right. My treehouse first started out as a platform using the 3 trees as footers. I rode my bike under the platform. No purpose. I decided to encase the platform from the ground up, like a garage for my bike. I lashed logs together to make for a more medieval look. Gathering all those damn logs was a total pain in the ass.
The platform had a urinal. I cut the bottom off a 1 gal milk jug, fastened a 3.5’ hose to the mouth, and nailed the puppy to a tree. The 4’-off-the-ground hose would dangle and urine would spray all over when I’d pee into the jug. Again, pointless, but totally cool.
The Drawbridge: Hinges were fastened to a base board that was spiked into the dirt. I used scary-looking railroad spikes. The hinges were nailed to a pallet which had a boardwalk nailed to the inside/top of the bridge. When the bridge was down, the beginning edge rested in a mound of dirt, like a ramp, for me to smoothly ride bike up and on to it. When closed, the drawbridge latched using those gate ratchets that are commonly used for pool gates. On pool fences, one would pull the top of the ratchet (fastened to the fence) and a bar is forced out of its latch position. The bar is screwed to the gate. In order to close the gate again, you can just slam the door shut, and the ratchet grabs the bar. So my bar was nailed to the bridge and the ratchet/clip portion was nailed sideways to the base of the platform. Dig? Now for the kickass part. Twine was tied to the top of the ratchet mechanism. The twine was fed through an old garden hose that ran from the treehouse, underground (about 2”), and up the trail about 18 yards. The twine was tied off to the bottom of a lever. The hinge of the lever was at ground level and the top of the lever was shaped like and used as a paddle. As the teenager rode by the paddle on his/her bike, s/he could merely lower his foot, knock the paddle back thus pulling the twine and releasing the ratchet, ride up to an already-opened drawbridge, cruise inside, throw the kickstand down, and pull the pull-cord used to close the drawbridge behind him/her. So sweet!
I started digging a moat around the treehouse. Pff! I gave up after 3 hours. Upstate New York and its abundance of trees is NOT conducive to digging. So yeah, the bridge went over nothing.
This Treehouse rocks!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Bobby Yang = Amazingly kick-ass.
Bobby Yang plays ERUPTION on the violin :: Unrivaled ROCK VIOLINIST
Watch this video. When you're done, cut the trailer on the url and go to his site. Recognize the background Radiohead?!
Watch this video. When you're done, cut the trailer on the url and go to his site. Recognize the background Radiohead?!
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Talking Dog:
A guy is driving around and he sees a sign in front of a house: "Talking Dog
for Sale."
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy
goes into the backyard and sees a labrador retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was
pretty young, and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my
gift, and in no time at all, they had me jetting from country to country,
sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog
would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years
running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't
getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the
airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious
characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was
awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm
just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
"Ten dollars." The guy says.
"This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that shit."
for Sale."
He rings the bell and the owner tells him the dog is in the backyard. The guy
goes into the backyard and sees a labrador retriever sitting there.
"You talk?" he asks.
"Yep," the Lab replies.
"So, what's your story?"
The Lab looks up and says, "Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was
pretty young, and I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA about my
gift, and in no time at all, they had me jetting from country to country,
sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog
would be eavesdropping. I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years
running. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't
getting any younger so I wanted to settle down. I signed up for a job at the
airport to do some undercover security work, mostly wandering near suspicious
characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was
awarded a batch of medals. I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I'm
just retired."
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
"Ten dollars." The guy says.
"This dog is amazing. Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?"
"Because he's a liar. He didn't do any of that shit."
Thursday, August 04, 2005
New Bandwagon song entitled, 'Toltec.'
Bandwagon - Toltec - my new jam. Please ch- ch- check it out.
You and your ‘Air-typing!’ (Fist shake).
If you ‘air-type,’ for the good of the computer-communicating world, please stop, WE KNOW YOU’RE QUOTING A COMPUTER-BASED CONVERSATION!
“Omigod! I was talking to Billy last night on the I.M. and he was all ‘omg, fyi, brb, ttyl, lol ;)…yadda yadda yadda….’” ALL THE WHILE MAKING THESE MOCK TYPING MOTIONS WITH HIS/HER LIMP WRISTS AND STUPID DIGITS!
Look, if you preface any conversation with, ‘I got this email and I replied with:’ or ‘On IM, we said:’ or ‘I posted this really Emo bulletin post on MySpace that said:’ WE ALL KNOW YOU TYPED YOUR CONVERSATION. If you want to look like a Y2K ass, then be my guest, air-type!
“Omigod! I was talking to Billy last night on the I.M. and he was all ‘omg, fyi, brb, ttyl, lol ;)…yadda yadda yadda….’” ALL THE WHILE MAKING THESE MOCK TYPING MOTIONS WITH HIS/HER LIMP WRISTS AND STUPID DIGITS!
Look, if you preface any conversation with, ‘I got this email and I replied with:’ or ‘On IM, we said:’ or ‘I posted this really Emo bulletin post on MySpace that said:’ WE ALL KNOW YOU TYPED YOUR CONVERSATION. If you want to look like a Y2K ass, then be my guest, air-type!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
TED LEO & THE PHARMACISTS
I just looked up his/their lyrics. As a musician, I rarely give a damn about lyrics and ‘the message.’ I always get distracted by the music. Not only do I love his lyrics, but I need a dictionary and a spare brain to wrap my head around these so-intuitive lines.
My favorite T. L. & t. P. songs:
Biomusicology
The Angels’ Share
Counting Down the Hours
Timorous Me
Me and Mia
Since U Been Gone (a Kelly Clarkson jam with an ounce of the Ya Ya’s.)
Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone ain’t bad either.
My favorite T. L. & t. P. songs:
Biomusicology
The Angels’ Share
Counting Down the Hours
Timorous Me
Me and Mia
Since U Been Gone (a Kelly Clarkson jam with an ounce of the Ya Ya’s.)
Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone ain’t bad either.
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