It's really deceiving sometimes as well. You get your hopes up anticipating that a device uses AAA batteries only to find that it is solely running on the brute strength of a singular AA battery. Damn you deceptive alarm clock!
I need a flashlight to look. And it's out of batteries, too.
No D's about, either.
I need 2 D's to find the 6 A's.
I'm like a puppy chasing it's tail.
And loving it!
Ouch... 6? Sometimes I wish satellite's didn't have their own receivers so that I could still use the manual buttons on the television.... (I may already be living in the past, I'm not so sure if my LCD even has channel up and down buttons on its front.)
It's really deceiving sometimes as well. You get your hopes up anticipating that a device uses AAA batteries only to find that it is solely running on the brute strength of a singular AA battery. Damn you deceptive alarm clock!
D'oh.
Damn.
Why have you forsaken me great battery god?!
And curse you to hell alarm clock!
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Ouch... 6? Sometimes I wish satellite's didn't have their own receivers so that I could still use the manual buttons on the television.... (I may already be living in the past, I'm not so sure if my LCD even has channel up and down buttons on its front.)
I don't think they do anymore, the new ones.
There's no sense going near the set at all without a flickie.
They don't respond to human touch.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
D'oh.
Damn.
Why have you forsaken me great battery god?!
And curse you to hell alarm clock!
I believe it's already been there to record its morning chant. "ERRR-ERR-ERRR-ERR", It's cries nearly make my ears bleed as my head fills with thoughts of doubt as to whether or not I should attend class or work that day.
Which might I add always ends with me giving in to my duties and appearing where I'm required.
No. Just two triple A batteries. 'AAA' + 'AAA'
So, I came up the 6 A-thing. 6 A's. Silly letter play.
I just need two. Well.
Not really. Shit. I could of taken the one from the basement up to my TV, the one by the IPOD docking station. But I really didn't want to, this was way more fun.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
No. Just two triple A batteries. 'AAA' + 'AAA'
So, I came up the 6 A-thing. 6 A's. Silly letter play.
I just need two. Well.
Not really. Shit. I could of taken the one from the basement up to my TV, the one by the IPOD docking station. But I really didn't want to, this was way more fun.
It's like a grown-up edition of an Easter hunt, except not as rewarding.
I believe it's already been there to record its morning chant. "ERRR-ERR-ERRR-ERR", It's cries nearly make my ears bleed as my head fills with thoughts of doubt as to whether or not I should attend class or work that day.
Which might I add always ends with me giving in to my duties and appearing where I'm required.
I play ping-pong, too, for a bit(snooze), until I get pissed off, and just get up.
Alarm sounds are made in hell.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
I play ping-pong, too, for a bit(snooze), until I get pissed off, and just get up.
Alarm sounds are made in hell.
It doesn't matter what you start thinking after the alarm sounds--it has some kind of psychological advantage that cannot be defeated. You give in to its shrill warning and can never truly rest at ease after hearing it.
And to make matters worse, there is now no escape for me. My alarm clock works off battery and outlet and automatically detects the time and date with no buttons for adjustment. Such a creepy piece of technology to have next to my head as I lie defenseless. Let's just hope they don't continuously expand upon the alarm clocks arsenal of wake-up routines by equipping it with water guns.
It doesn't matter what you start thinking after the alarm sounds--it has some kind of psychological advantage that cannot be defeated. You give in to its shrill warning and can never truly rest at ease after hearing it.
And to make matters worse, there is now no escape for me. My alarm clock works off battery and outlet and automatically detects the time and date with no buttons for adjustment. Such a creepy piece of technology to have next to my head as I lie defenseless. Let's just hope they don't continuously expand upon the alarm clocks arsenal of wake-up routines by equipping it with water guns.
I guess I wouldn't mind so much if the alarm clock could turn on the George Foreman Grill, and after one snooze push, the bacon was done. Split/splice it into the coffee maker, as well.
And then it said, "Good morning, sir. Your bacon is ready. Cream and sugar."
This is the dream.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
I guess I wouldn't mind so much if the alarm clock could turn on the George Foreman Grill, and after one snooze push, the bacon was done. Split/splice it into the coffee maker, as well.
And then it said, "Good morning, sir. Your bacon is ready. Cream and sugar."
This is the dream.
That actually would be quite decent. If you can find me an alarm clock that can do that--I'd definitely buy it. Although I don't like the idea of a George Foreman Grill running while I'm sleeping (and being in my bedroom). I'd much prefer Hulk Hogan's Mean Lean Meat Grilling Machine.
That actually would be quite decent. If you can find me an alarm clock that can do that--I'd definitely buy it. Although I don't like the idea of a George Foreman Grill running while I'm sleeping (and being in my bedroom). I'd much prefer Hulk Hogan's Mean Lean Meat Grilling Machine.
I'd worry a tad, too. What with George or the Hulkster doing up the bacon whilst we sleep.
And what's with the macho grills, eh?
What about a Chris Rock Grill--it's fast, and ornery, and it'll cook yo' fuckin' meat.
Skinny guys.
Like, Anthony Perkins Vacancy Grill--does birds up fine, and takes all the calories away.
A Twilight Veggie Grill for the teenage crowd, but it won't grill anything with a soul.
Anyway. That was the dream. I'm gonna have to grill my own breakfast.
Tally-ho.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Get it? Strewth? ...Funny right? I'll be here all night all.
That's the strewth.
Not that anyone asked but, this is how I made up my name.
A few years ago I read a book called, 'Half Asleep In Frog's Pajamas,' by Tom Robbins. And like Tom, I got fascinated by the Bozo tribe that lives along the Niger River in Africa. How for 5,000 years the Bozo have known of the existence of Sirius, the Dog Star, and the White Dwarf that orbits Sirius every 50 years. (This was discovered by telescope 150 years ago.) Now how did the Bozo knew about this? The Bozo also have a ritual in which a member of the tribe strikes a hollow rock during a major ceremony they have every 50 years, to pay homage to the White Dwarf. Furthermore, the Bozo also knew about the third moon in the star system.
I mean, 5,000 years before the telescope. Unbelievable. Mysterious.
Now, bored at the beginning of last summer, I was googling Terry Bozzio videos and one in particular caught my eye. Terry Bozzio vs. Danny Carey. I ventured in, and, well...
Everything shifted. I thought, man, there's something about Danny I should investigate. So, with a couple more google clicks, I found I liked Lateralus and 10,000 Days.
But I still wanted more. So I found some Tool sites, and picked this one, because it was free.
So, little bozzio, or lil' bozo, is what I came up with.
As in, this world is totally mysterious, yet I think I could keep a fifty year beat going.
Boom
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
I was watching Taboo on National Geographic and there is this tribe that worships crocodiles. They tell their children that there is a giant temple filled with an alligator and that they must fight them in order to become men. They make the sounds and everything so that the tribesman(or boys in this case) get all fearful before they bust through a stick wall. On the other side of the wall is the towns ancestors with sharp and long sticks, used to poke and keep the boys away from the fortress. Those brave enough enter to fight the crocodile, but instead find out that they have to lie down and succumb to about 3 months of pain as they have every inch of their body sliced with razors to create the illusion of alligator skin.
I think they would have preferred to fight the crocodile.
I was watching Taboo on National Geographic and there is this tribe that worships crocodiles. They tell their children that there is a giant temple filled with an alligator and that they must fight them in order to become men. They make the sounds and everything so that the tribesman(or boys in this case) get all fearful before they bust through a stick wall. On the other side of the wall is the towns ancestors with sharp and long sticks, used to poke and keep the boys away from the fortress. Those brave enough enter to fight the crocodile, but instead find out that they have to lie down and succumb to about 3 months of pain as they have every inch of their body sliced with razors to create the illusion of alligator skin.
I think they would have preferred to fight the crocodile.
is that the show where you have to guess which stories are real and which are fake(taboo)? i could be totally wrong...
I usually only found it moderately interesting, actually. It was one of those, I'm bored, so I guess I'll watch something fucked up on television things. PBS has freaked me out way more than that show did lol.
