Valentines

so i got bored in welding and made that. nothing says "i love you" like cold hard steel.

Im Going To Hell!

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times.

The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell!

Seventh Level of Hell

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Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

The Community of Smokers

Smokers are the people everyone loves to hate. We polute the air, stink up rooms and retard your unborn babies. Im here to set things straight. First or all, smokers are a tight knit community. When a smokers is out of cigarettes they go on the hunt., this is quite similar to what prehistoric man did whewn scouring for food. but in this case the hunt is very often not in vein. when s/he spots another smoker adn askes for a cigarette more often than not they will be more than willing to lend one to a smoker in need. If they dont have enought they will say so and usually show them the pack (o the mocumentries that could be made about that). so it really does send humans back to our primal roots

Most buildings or public places have designated smoking areas. if youare willing to risk a lung or to from second hand smoke then this is the place to be. nowhere else will you find a more eclectic group of people talking about a myriad of subjects (and by myriad i do0 mean EVERYTHING). Topics range everything to work/school related issues to child care tips to the best way to fuck someone (if you read my last post, those to things ARE related *Punches the irony elf in teh face*. the point is that u meet people. intristing people that i garentee that you wouldnt meet elseware strictly for the fact that nobody likes standing out in the cold, in a group of people and doing absolutly nothing. If you do your sad and should not breed.

My mom says that cigarettes are little time peices (i know this is true because when i cook fish i use 1 cigarette to time the fish, and it usually works out pretty well). when my mom was a kid and her mom lit up at the end of a meal in a restraunt, she knew how much longer they would have to wait until she could escape the wretched tyrany of adult conversation. Now that she is all grown up adn me and her go out for something to eat, when i light up she can keep track until how long she can get out of there. funny how thingsa work out.

My mom says that cigar

Torn From The Headlines

Im not a religious person but we all have times when we think that's all re can really turn to weather its worshiping in a major religion or hailing praise to an inanimate object. When I was 19, a close friend of mine had just died and I had no place and noone I could really talk to. I walked into a church near my dads house, walked into one of the alcoves, lit a candle, and prayed to you sterio typical saints about your stereotypical souls. I must have been in there for at least an hour. When I was done I sat in one of the pews just to think and a priest walked up to and asked me if anything was wrong, as I had been in the church an awful long time. After explaining my situation he looks at me and replies, "look at that homeless person out the window. God gave him life and all he does is squander it. it may or may not be his fault that he lives on the streetbut there is one thing that he never realized and that is god gave him gift. He gave him the gift of life. He may be happy but that is up to him to decide. If he doesn't want to, I mean really want to get off the street then he will take the actions to do so. But until he chooses to embrace his gift he will always be out in the cold." coming from a priest this was a really weird thing to be hearing, but in some weird, fucked up way it made a lot of sense and it is something that still stays with me.

if you look at the headlines in the paper all you see is war, robberies, and other assortments of, well, really bad karma. Every thing in this world is related to everything else in some sort of manner. A huge spider web. If something makes sense in one thing then there is a chance that later along the road it will make sense in something else that is not even remotely related unless you really think about it. The downside is that not a lot of people can realize this because they are stuck in their own little worlds. The phrase "torn from the headlines" keeps making more and more sense. When you read the headlines today it tears you up inside. If the leaders of the world and the criminals realized that it was a big web then the world really would b a much better place.

by now you must be wondering how these to things are related. So now it is tome to stop staring quizzically at you screens and wipe the droll off you keyboards. If you don't drop all the politics and just live you will never see the big picture. When you are political you see things from a one way mirror, always looking back at yourself. Next time something comes your way that you really don't know how to deal with take a step back and look at things from a different point of view. I think the world will make a lot more sense if you do.

It's a Mac Thing

Yesterday I got into a debate with somebody over Windows XP vs Mac OS X. Now the answer here I thought was obvious but for some reason a friend what was with me couldn't understand why I was fighting so hard over over some silly software. Again. The answer I thought was simple. Macintosh is a lifestyle choice. If you have ever used a Mac it is something that most people fall in love with right away. Sleek, elegant design and features (not bugs) that make you mouth water even if you are not a technofreak like I am.

my love for the Macintosh started when I was very young. When my mom was at Yale she used a MacPlus to write her papers for class. I would look into her office and wonder what exactly that machine was and why she spent so much time on it. After a while I finally got to use it. it was running System 6 (7 wouldn't be out for another 3 years!) and I was hooked. The Multifinder, crudely drawn icons, and MacPaint, adn HyperCard were my playmates thru many a boring afternoon. After a while my dad took me to a store to get me some games. I picked out where in time is Carmen Sandiego and Math Blaster Plus. I still love those old black and white graphics. When my mom got a new computer a few years later (a performia) I inherited the MacPlus. My dad also brought me home an SE/30. At the time I was about 12 years old and was playing around in the finder of system 7.0 (back int eh day when your whole operating system fit onto a floppy disk.) and discovered appletalk. This was like the coolest thing ever. I could get to of my macs to share the same software!. Needless to say many nights were spend sneaking downstairs to steal my moms printer cable to network those 2 computers together. Sadly those computers eventually hit their last legs and died. After a nice funeral for them I decided to give them an autopsy (heheheh). After prying the back off the SE/30 I noticed something very intriguing on the inside cover. There was an etching of the names of the Blue meanness. The programming team that wrote the architecture for system 7. I took a hacksaw and cut it out and I still have it in my closet. This was not the end of my love.

round about when I was 14 I got a laptop a Powerbook 140. more adn more experimenting went into that. adn i learned that i could hook it up to the phone line and make calls to other computers. this was my first introduction to BBS systems and my parents introduction to the fact that my lil hobbies, tinkering adn experimenting would hardly be cheap (if memory serves there was once a phone bill for $240 that i ran up making calls to a new york city BBS). after that things took off and i got a my own performia, an ibook, a powerbook, another performia, and another ibook (not in that order).

Over the years of tinkering and playing around with macs you meet people that are like minded. the mac is much more than a machine. it is a community, it is a lifestyle, its begging your mom for a newton when you are 15, and drooling over a mound of silicon, metal and plastic are only part of it. if you see some1 that is using a mac at a coffee shop you have an instant friend. the mac is a mindset that drives people forward to be creative in whatever they do. The only thing that it asks in return for its servise is loyalty. and i garentee that you will never meet a mac user who is not loyal to his mac. they are our children, brothers adn sisters to us adn our families. the are part of the family. not alot of ppl that dont use or own macs can understand much of this. but you dont really need to, its a mac thing.

Santa the mutant elf

Being that it is christmas eve i could be writing about something deep, profound, and meaning full. but i wont. instead i shall aim tonights thoughts at a more serious dilema that face the children of the world. santa the mutant elf. according to a survey that i conducted, 3/4 people said that santa was an elf.

now there are a few way to look at this the first being that santa is a pervert/drunk now there are a bunch of songs and poems about the jolly old fat man being a pervert. more specifically child porn. he is alot like god only on christmas. god sees you everywhere, even when u are jacking off in the shower, adn santa sneaks into your house, probes ur kids mind and gives them "toys". besides, for those of you that remember that site elfporn.com there were some pretty hot elves. none the less, santa is a perv.

the other way to look at this is that santa is a mutant elf. all the other elves are midgets and santa is 5ft tall. something in that mans breeding aint kosher in the least. flying around he had to have flown over a few too many nuclear power plants as a trainee elf cuz hes fucking huge. he makes big bird look like a canary.

to wrap this up be careful of santa. no man that sneaks down chimneys and is a media idol for worship on a sacred holiday can be anywhere near good. you have been warned

Celluloid Heroes

The year is coming tward an end , and just like every year before we all sit down and think about the past year. the good things that have happened and the bad things, the things that have made us cry and the things that have made us laugh, all the new friends we have made and all the people that have passed onto the next life. we also think about the upcoming year, what will the new year bring us. fame and fortune? a new girlfriend? but this post isnt dedicated to the upcoming year. this post is dedicated to the people that have passed away this past year. the people that have changed our lives. the celluloid heroes. great comics such as johnny carson adn richard pryor, actors such as don adams and bob denver, and writers like hunter s thompson. some of the many people that have changed our lives. some of these people are the people that made us laugh, others have made us think. in the upcoming year more people like these will pass away and more will be born. we must remember these people, for these are the people that shaped the world. weather you admit it or not these are the people that as a child you laughed to. this is a dying generation of people that were raised on classic comedy, great literature and gazing apon the masters of vaudville. everybody has that person that they look up to. the person that died before you even got to know them but had a remarkable influence on your life. fo my it is my great grandfather joshua logan. he was a director and im not quite sure how he did it but he left a mark on me that drives me tward film and movies with an inconceivable force. these are the people that we must remember, for every has a chance to change a life, weather in life or death.


You can see all the stars as you walk down hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along hollywood boulevard.
--Celluloid Heros, The Kinks