Your reality is only partially manufactured.

Overclockin' your noggin. Only on Sumdays.

There's a lot more to the story and off-the-wall rhetoric than at first you might suspect.

It's "just" a meme... Or is it?

If you don't know, you have no idea what you're missing, and there is only one way to find out.

That said; don't be silly. +he 777 Agend^ does not (Really?) exist. Any references are purely coincidental and most likely just a figment of your imagination. 0r not.

For the time being I have been using Facebook as my writing platform of choice far, far, far (x 100,000+pictures and real-time updating and now with New! "Reality Sync") above this blog, so if you're brave and/or bored/curious, be my guest by clicking the badge to the wRight.

You never know what kind of gems you might find hidden in the rough or just how valuable they could potentially be to you and your quality of existence within this lifetime on this planet. Hey, if it's good enough for the Best of the Best, then why would you think it might not be good enough to be of remote interest to you?


Interesting is an understatement.

Once you pay attention long enough to figure out what's really going on it will blow your mind.

In a Good way.

That would be the point.

Merry +++mas.

- A! -

Friday, February 6, 2009

Brutally Refreshing Honesty

The best part is I had the audio running from this on the computer when Sarah is talking about the "poo" paradox. At the same time, Infomania is on TV silently in the background.

I forgot that, and from the angle I was at, when I looked over at the TV from across the room, I saw Conor's Christian Bale impersonation lip synced to Sarah's poo segment.

That almost inspired me enough to rewrite my editing class project. I so need to to find a way to work with you guys.

I admire your honesty Sarah. I was wondering what the deal with women and "number 2" is anyway. Funny story, one time my ex-girlfriend was in the bathroom for a "longer than made sense" period of time. This is before the misadventures in better living through chemistry, so at this point the delay in the bathroom was more humorous curiosity than anything else.

I knocked on the door, and after getting several comical responses, I stuck my fingernail in the lock and walked in. Low and behold there was Candy, acting awkward, as the toilet seat was down.

I said:

"What's going on?"


"Uh...OOO-K. What's in the cup?"

(she was holding one of those big token cups from the casinos in Vegas and covering it)


(brain goes WTF?)

There is no punchline, except that as the sequence of events came together, it turns out "number 2" had gotten stuck in the metaphorical fishbowl, but then the fishbowl wouldn't flush, so she had removed the small goldfish and apparently had plans to transfer them via Circus Circus cup to an undisclosed location until such time as the toilet could be repaired rather than bare the indignity of having to call me to fix the toilet having seen that she "poo'd" in it.

Sincerely, lol is used too much, but that was a real lol moment.

There is nothing like a hot pseduo-celebrity standing there trying to hide the goldfish from you because that is how some women apparently feel about such things behind the scenes.

Oh, silly, silly humans.

Wanna see WTF I'm talking about?

It's a free country:

If this doesn't make you laugh, there is something wrong with you.