03.20.08 @ 17:37 - feedback?
just seeing what this looks like. i don't remember.
here are a few things i've been thinking about today.
red heads with dreadlocks.
never seen one before. and i'm not talking fake red hair. i mean strait out of ireland, with pale skin that lights up like an inferno each time they walk into the sun kind of authentic red hair. not only would it look cool but you would be the only person in the tri state area to ever do it.
i read somewhere that in fifty years, red hair will be extinct. like, it's fading into appearances that look like everything else with each passing generation. and it's one more step to everyone on this planet being a continuous shade of gray.
and the other thing.
when you eat eggs, it's probably chicken eggs on your plate. but what if someone opened up an exotic egg restaurant with specimens from all over the globe? toucan eggs? ostaridge eggs? you can get as creative as mother nature allowed it in the first place. all this cloning science in the last decade opened every door needed for stuff like this to exist. who cares if its an endangered species, just make a replica of one already around and charge outrageous prices for people to eat an animal that hasn't even been born yet.
red heads with dreadlocks.
never seen one before. and i'm not talking fake red hair. i mean strait out of ireland, with pale skin that lights up like an inferno each time they walk into the sun kind of authentic red hair. not only would it look cool but you would be the only person in the tri state area to ever do it.
i read somewhere that in fifty years, red hair will be extinct. like, it's fading into appearances that look like everything else with each passing generation. and it's one more step to everyone on this planet being a continuous shade of gray.
and the other thing.
when you eat eggs, it's probably chicken eggs on your plate. but what if someone opened up an exotic egg restaurant with specimens from all over the globe? toucan eggs? ostaridge eggs? you can get as creative as mother nature allowed it in the first place. all this cloning science in the last decade opened every door needed for stuff like this to exist. who cares if its an endangered species, just make a replica of one already around and charge outrageous prices for people to eat an animal that hasn't even been born yet.
12.11.07 @ 23:57 - feedback?
the state of the state
well needless to say i don't write much in here anymore.
blogging is just sooooooo 2006. ya know?
truthfully i would have not bothered renewing this domain years ago if it weren't for the fact that i kind of like owning a website called absolutecoolness.com. i think it's a pretty nifty name. but if only there were a reason for it to exist.
i know a lot of people that make websites now. and they're, like, really good at it. and i mean, it's pretty easy to be good. you just need a basic handle on fundamental html, you need to know where to steal some good php from, skills with adobe software help a little, and you need a good idea.
i good idea? who'd a thunk it.
if only i spent as much time coming up with content for this thing as i do browsing myspace profiles.
i need to get rid of the coments again. one post from two months ago has 2,000 spam ads for viagra and halloween costumes.
well needless to say i don't write much in here anymore.
blogging is just sooooooo 2006. ya know?
truthfully i would have not bothered renewing this domain years ago if it weren't for the fact that i kind of like owning a website called absolutecoolness.com. i think it's a pretty nifty name. but if only there were a reason for it to exist.
i know a lot of people that make websites now. and they're, like, really good at it. and i mean, it's pretty easy to be good. you just need a basic handle on fundamental html, you need to know where to steal some good php from, skills with adobe software help a little, and you need a good idea.
i good idea? who'd a thunk it.
if only i spent as much time coming up with content for this thing as i do browsing myspace profiles.
i need to get rid of the coments again. one post from two months ago has 2,000 spam ads for viagra and halloween costumes.
11.13.07 @ 03:02 - feedback?
10.19.07 @ 19:52 - feedback?
it's a real nice, unseasonably warm october afternoon and i've soaked it up so far. i just needed some lunch. and here i am.
ok, here's the rundown so far for october 4, 2006. it is 2:32 PM
woke up at approximately 10:15 am and cursed the world because i had class in 45 minutes. i hate that class. 11 am is too early for me right now and i am slowwww when i wake up. any other time of day i'm sparked up and ready to vamos on the snap of a finger but a groggy feeling never quite gets overcome until about two hours after awakening from a slumber of any amount of hours.
so - a bagel went in the toaster. i was smart enough to shower last night so that's no problem. four scoops of coffee went in the coffee pot which was combined into just one cup. no sugar, no cream. it was folgers, if you're curious. i put on the pants i wore last night. kept on the shirt i slept in and consumed my molecule sized breakfast.
there's these parking meters by prentice hall that cost fifty cents for an hour. all filled up. across the street by music & speech there's more and lucky me saw one available.
five minutes to go.
it's impossible to walk to the other side of campus in any reasonable amount of time. there's a skateboard in the back of my truck. now don't get me wrong, i'm not experienced with it on any level. i still trip over my uncoordinated feet once in a while and the debate now comes up if i feel like embarrassing myself considering there's a heavy book sack strapped over my left shoulder that'll make the ride even more awkward.
but i go and it works fine. the class sucks and i leave to go put more change in the parking meter and head on to poly sci over in bowman hall.
professor lem is one of those guys who is completely lost without his precious power point presentations. they’re all available online, too and the only reason worth going is because he keeps attendance. so the sheet gets passed around, i sign my name and, oh no, the projector isn't working. what's he gonna do?
"ok class i guess i'll just use the chalkboard."
there's no chalk. he exits the class to go find some and i can already tell this is going to be long, boring and drawn out.
so i leave too. it's a big class. he doesn't know my name and each time he tries to say it he does so incorrectly anyway. you'd be surprised how many different ways people pronounce ebie.
now what? i got another hour left on the parking meter and i'll be damned if that spare change gets wasted. i roll down to one of those ledges by the student center and set up shop to read a book for a few minutes.
i like this place but it's the common grazing grounds for every psychopath and nitwit that kent has to offer.
the tripped out hippy with his own interpretation of the bible isn't around today. that's great news. i would have just left rather than listen to him whale and blather about george washington carver, jesus christ and he ford company forming a big conspiracy over the american populous. i find it interesting that this guy is so self absorbed that he won't even let me finish a counterpoint when i'm trying to argue with him. he listened to my first two seconds and told me that if i want to sit around in my ignorance of the world i should just go to the library. he also called me a "crap face". i don't hate many people. but i hate this guy, it's a strong work, but very true. i think it’s his voice combined with the fact that he’s so completely wrong about everything.
ok, he wasn't around but i DID have to listen to some dude on the next sitting block talk to his friend about how sublime should have never recorded santeria and just kept it as lincoln highway dub off robbin' the hood. he went on to talk about how that album is one of the most underrated releases of the 20th centaury.
first off, he's wrong, secondly, i'm glad bradly nowell died when he did so he was spared of having to hear people take his music so seriously. i got news, sublime's not THAT great. if i learned how to play enough instruments, with enough heroin, i too could fuse every musical genre that exists into about 45 songs, with a heavy emphasis on punk rock and reggae.
speaking of punk rock.
some hip looking chick was walking around asking a bunch of people if they liked punk music. she had tickets in her hand. was it for her band? her friend's band? some band that's paying her to give away tickets? i'll never know because she didn't bother to ask me. walked right on by.
this makes mo sense. there i was sitting in plain view with a damn skateboard right next to me, a pair of chucks on my feet and a dead kennedy's pin on my bag. call me trendy if you want, but i'm the epitome of what this girl was looking for and she just walked on by.
maybe it's because i had my face in a book. a book that i wasn't even reading, actually. sometimes i go to crowded areas, start reading and get distracted by this kind of stuff and just keep listening.
so when that was done, the same guy who was ranting about sublime went on to say something about ben affleck movies. armegeddon, pearl harbor, etc, and how they're all "fundamentally the same".
can't argue with you there, buddy.
but dude turned out to be a film nut and continued talking about movies that, as he said before, were "fundamentally the same" only now he was talking about different ones and had a different opinion. he was full of shit and had no idea what he was trying to say. it's easy to point out. take me for example. i'm always full of it. i never know what i'm talking about.
the only thing that i'm really sure of right now is that my stomach needs something in it.
the following links are worthy of your attention. they either exhibit high quality penmanship, have cool pictures, or it's a hot chick. regardless, it's not crap.
ok, here's the rundown so far for october 4, 2006. it is 2:32 PM
woke up at approximately 10:15 am and cursed the world because i had class in 45 minutes. i hate that class. 11 am is too early for me right now and i am slowwww when i wake up. any other time of day i'm sparked up and ready to vamos on the snap of a finger but a groggy feeling never quite gets overcome until about two hours after awakening from a slumber of any amount of hours.
so - a bagel went in the toaster. i was smart enough to shower last night so that's no problem. four scoops of coffee went in the coffee pot which was combined into just one cup. no sugar, no cream. it was folgers, if you're curious. i put on the pants i wore last night. kept on the shirt i slept in and consumed my molecule sized breakfast.
there's these parking meters by prentice hall that cost fifty cents for an hour. all filled up. across the street by music & speech there's more and lucky me saw one available.
five minutes to go.
it's impossible to walk to the other side of campus in any reasonable amount of time. there's a skateboard in the back of my truck. now don't get me wrong, i'm not experienced with it on any level. i still trip over my uncoordinated feet once in a while and the debate now comes up if i feel like embarrassing myself considering there's a heavy book sack strapped over my left shoulder that'll make the ride even more awkward.
but i go and it works fine. the class sucks and i leave to go put more change in the parking meter and head on to poly sci over in bowman hall.
professor lem is one of those guys who is completely lost without his precious power point presentations. they’re all available online, too and the only reason worth going is because he keeps attendance. so the sheet gets passed around, i sign my name and, oh no, the projector isn't working. what's he gonna do?
"ok class i guess i'll just use the chalkboard."
there's no chalk. he exits the class to go find some and i can already tell this is going to be long, boring and drawn out.
so i leave too. it's a big class. he doesn't know my name and each time he tries to say it he does so incorrectly anyway. you'd be surprised how many different ways people pronounce ebie.
now what? i got another hour left on the parking meter and i'll be damned if that spare change gets wasted. i roll down to one of those ledges by the student center and set up shop to read a book for a few minutes.
i like this place but it's the common grazing grounds for every psychopath and nitwit that kent has to offer.
the tripped out hippy with his own interpretation of the bible isn't around today. that's great news. i would have just left rather than listen to him whale and blather about george washington carver, jesus christ and he ford company forming a big conspiracy over the american populous. i find it interesting that this guy is so self absorbed that he won't even let me finish a counterpoint when i'm trying to argue with him. he listened to my first two seconds and told me that if i want to sit around in my ignorance of the world i should just go to the library. he also called me a "crap face". i don't hate many people. but i hate this guy, it's a strong work, but very true. i think it’s his voice combined with the fact that he’s so completely wrong about everything.
ok, he wasn't around but i DID have to listen to some dude on the next sitting block talk to his friend about how sublime should have never recorded santeria and just kept it as lincoln highway dub off robbin' the hood. he went on to talk about how that album is one of the most underrated releases of the 20th centaury.
first off, he's wrong, secondly, i'm glad bradly nowell died when he did so he was spared of having to hear people take his music so seriously. i got news, sublime's not THAT great. if i learned how to play enough instruments, with enough heroin, i too could fuse every musical genre that exists into about 45 songs, with a heavy emphasis on punk rock and reggae.
speaking of punk rock.
some hip looking chick was walking around asking a bunch of people if they liked punk music. she had tickets in her hand. was it for her band? her friend's band? some band that's paying her to give away tickets? i'll never know because she didn't bother to ask me. walked right on by.
this makes mo sense. there i was sitting in plain view with a damn skateboard right next to me, a pair of chucks on my feet and a dead kennedy's pin on my bag. call me trendy if you want, but i'm the epitome of what this girl was looking for and she just walked on by.
maybe it's because i had my face in a book. a book that i wasn't even reading, actually. sometimes i go to crowded areas, start reading and get distracted by this kind of stuff and just keep listening.
so when that was done, the same guy who was ranting about sublime went on to say something about ben affleck movies. armegeddon, pearl harbor, etc, and how they're all "fundamentally the same".
can't argue with you there, buddy.
but dude turned out to be a film nut and continued talking about movies that, as he said before, were "fundamentally the same" only now he was talking about different ones and had a different opinion. he was full of shit and had no idea what he was trying to say. it's easy to point out. take me for example. i'm always full of it. i never know what i'm talking about.
the only thing that i'm really sure of right now is that my stomach needs something in it.
10.05.07 @ 16:12 - feedback?
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