Sep 2010
Ho's before Bro's?
21/09/10 00:59 Filed in: Links
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-11321282
falling in love will cost you two close friends.
How much does falling out of it cost?
falling in love will cost you two close friends.
How much does falling out of it cost?
A Shoutout To Grooveshark
16/09/10 00:52 Filed in: Web Apps
You can try GrooveShark here
What is it?
Its like a cloud-based version of iTunes. Create an account, add music to playlists, stream playlists to your PC. Uses flash, but doesn’t suck -- not even on the mac. This is a perfect app for people who are switching computers often, or have too much music to store on one PC, or don’t have an iPod/iPhone. If you’re someone who listens to a lot of music through YouTube because you’re cheap, or someone who’s PC constantly eats itself due to security holes, this might be a web app that gives you a constant source of quality musical entertainment. It could be your new musical nexus.
Me, I have a hard-cap on my smartphone, and I spent 10 hours/day in an workplace that bans internet radio/streaming music for bandwidth concerns. So this app really isn’t for me, but that’s okay. I have a ton of new music to listen to. But I’m giving a shout out to it because I really liked playing with the app last night till 3am when I finally finished up some really raw poetry and pushed it out the door.
What is it?
Its like a cloud-based version of iTunes. Create an account, add music to playlists, stream playlists to your PC. Uses flash, but doesn’t suck -- not even on the mac. This is a perfect app for people who are switching computers often, or have too much music to store on one PC, or don’t have an iPod/iPhone. If you’re someone who listens to a lot of music through YouTube because you’re cheap, or someone who’s PC constantly eats itself due to security holes, this might be a web app that gives you a constant source of quality musical entertainment. It could be your new musical nexus.
Me, I have a hard-cap on my smartphone, and I spent 10 hours/day in an workplace that bans internet radio/streaming music for bandwidth concerns. So this app really isn’t for me, but that’s okay. I have a ton of new music to listen to. But I’m giving a shout out to it because I really liked playing with the app last night till 3am when I finally finished up some really raw poetry and pushed it out the door.
3 Images From Reddit
“Tonight you get a visit from the birth day skeleton!”
This is why I hate birthdays.
“Who’s to blame? Corn Sugar or Wedding Rings?”
Personally, I think that some women just grow into their boobs.
Also....someone really resentful trolled facebook for the “18” and “23” pics. Another good reason why I need to “tighten up” my friends list. Also, need to hit the gym. But whoever you are who gave us this picture, stay classy. You’re a beautiful human being.
“Nothing is sadder than trying to wank it to a cam girl while she’s crying”.
This is pure WTF. I don’t even...
Labor Day Surprise
You know you have a keeper in your life when the little things in life tell you that she "gets" you.
Like telling you she has a sexy surprise for you.
That sexy surprise turns out to cute panties... with dinosaurs all over them. Freakin' Adorable.
I normally don't spill the beans here about this stuff and gush, but it was one of those moments where "well played" just doesn't convey how I felt. I was grinning ear to ear.
It doesn't take much to make me happy. The simple things amuse me the most. No matter what kind airs we all put on -- that I put on -- deep down I'm just happy to be here and have blessings worth counting. Knowing that surprises -- good ones and bad ones -- still await me further down the road in my journey.
Cherish the little wins. If you don't, you really lose big.
Like telling you she has a sexy surprise for you.
That sexy surprise turns out to cute panties... with dinosaurs all over them. Freakin' Adorable.
I normally don't spill the beans here about this stuff and gush, but it was one of those moments where "well played" just doesn't convey how I felt. I was grinning ear to ear.
It doesn't take much to make me happy. The simple things amuse me the most. No matter what kind airs we all put on -- that I put on -- deep down I'm just happy to be here and have blessings worth counting. Knowing that surprises -- good ones and bad ones -- still await me further down the road in my journey.
Cherish the little wins. If you don't, you really lose big.
Amanda
15/09/10 09:01 Filed in: Poetry
A post snowstorm new years weekend,
Amanda: the only single girl at my celebration
You wanted to down absinthe and watch girls gone wild
You were a suicide girl, waiting on the photoshoot proofs.
You liked my beard. I grew it for another.
She couldn't care less.
You said I looked like someone on TV.
Big Bang Theory.
Next thing I know we're texting in secret
Silent tremors foretelling foreplay communiques
We became conspirators, smoking cigarettes as the snow fell
Great minds think alike; i loved your ideas
On a bed where I once whispered lover's secrets,
Dreamt an imaginary castle for an ficticious queen,
We sought out a realization, a connection
Our conspiracy crafts a carnal collision course.
You were just what I needed.
You were the exact opposite of her.
No better way to celebrate the new year,
Then new bruises to match my fresh set of scars.
That blurry line between pleasure and pain
Keeps Misfiring.
I don't care what you do to me right now,
Feeling anything at all reminds I'm still here.
Your marks meant collared shirts for a week,
You ran my stereo like you owned the place,
You bit, bucked, kicked, clawed, pulled and sucked,
This wasn't love, it was war -- loser sleeps in the wet spot.
That was just standing up. Your legs coiled around me,
Your nails raking me open, drawing blood,
The last time I was this crazy I was 20.
You tell me not to hold back. I wonder if I can keep up.
My turn, I pin you to the bed. I hover just out of reach.
Teasing you, taunting you, teaching you.
We lock eyes, and I see in them your surprise and delight,
Whatever happens, this is our night.
My turn, my rules.
Let me show you what this stray dog learned
Back when I belonged to someone.
You can pull off fast, but can you handle slow?
Your body's like a book to me,
Its story made plain to those who can read it
I can see all your soft spots and your hidden desire,
and I intend to hit them all as I feed it.
As I caress your legs,
I find the burns from when your Kentucky home burnt down
Fortunate child, almost unscathed from the inferno,
Hiding the wounds from the camera when you pose
As I rub your body,
I find the scars left from an all too physical ex husband.
Demented, Intolerant, Filled with Rage,
A mistake you made at a younger age.
As I explore your arms,
I find the tattoo you sport in honor of your daughter
Her birth, her name, your design, Honoring your passage
from maiden to matron with her birth
As I nibble your neck,
I see the single tear of joy
Escape before you wipe it away
You had no idea it could be like this, did you?
I forget sometimes that face to face
is too personal for a texting generation
so i stop and hold you there, nose to nose
eskimo kissing as you silently shudder
Wordless, we search one aonther's face
Your make-up stained my pillow case
You can't tell if I found what I'm searching for
I had it once, but nevermore.
Wordless we kiss as the candles burn out
Searching in silence and ignoring all doubts,
We sigh the sigh of the satisfied,
a little death shared, to make us feel alive.
Gently now, we pause to sleep.
The sun is creeping in from East
We have the week, before she leaves.
Where Every Night Is New Year's Eve.
Amanda: the only single girl at my celebration
You wanted to down absinthe and watch girls gone wild
You were a suicide girl, waiting on the photoshoot proofs.
You liked my beard. I grew it for another.
She couldn't care less.
You said I looked like someone on TV.
Big Bang Theory.
Next thing I know we're texting in secret
Silent tremors foretelling foreplay communiques
We became conspirators, smoking cigarettes as the snow fell
Great minds think alike; i loved your ideas
On a bed where I once whispered lover's secrets,
Dreamt an imaginary castle for an ficticious queen,
We sought out a realization, a connection
Our conspiracy crafts a carnal collision course.
You were just what I needed.
You were the exact opposite of her.
No better way to celebrate the new year,
Then new bruises to match my fresh set of scars.
That blurry line between pleasure and pain
Keeps Misfiring.
I don't care what you do to me right now,
Feeling anything at all reminds I'm still here.
Your marks meant collared shirts for a week,
You ran my stereo like you owned the place,
You bit, bucked, kicked, clawed, pulled and sucked,
This wasn't love, it was war -- loser sleeps in the wet spot.
That was just standing up. Your legs coiled around me,
Your nails raking me open, drawing blood,
The last time I was this crazy I was 20.
You tell me not to hold back. I wonder if I can keep up.
My turn, I pin you to the bed. I hover just out of reach.
Teasing you, taunting you, teaching you.
We lock eyes, and I see in them your surprise and delight,
Whatever happens, this is our night.
My turn, my rules.
Let me show you what this stray dog learned
Back when I belonged to someone.
You can pull off fast, but can you handle slow?
Your body's like a book to me,
Its story made plain to those who can read it
I can see all your soft spots and your hidden desire,
and I intend to hit them all as I feed it.
As I caress your legs,
I find the burns from when your Kentucky home burnt down
Fortunate child, almost unscathed from the inferno,
Hiding the wounds from the camera when you pose
As I rub your body,
I find the scars left from an all too physical ex husband.
Demented, Intolerant, Filled with Rage,
A mistake you made at a younger age.
As I explore your arms,
I find the tattoo you sport in honor of your daughter
Her birth, her name, your design, Honoring your passage
from maiden to matron with her birth
As I nibble your neck,
I see the single tear of joy
Escape before you wipe it away
You had no idea it could be like this, did you?
I forget sometimes that face to face
is too personal for a texting generation
so i stop and hold you there, nose to nose
eskimo kissing as you silently shudder
Wordless, we search one aonther's face
Your make-up stained my pillow case
You can't tell if I found what I'm searching for
I had it once, but nevermore.
Wordless we kiss as the candles burn out
Searching in silence and ignoring all doubts,
We sigh the sigh of the satisfied,
a little death shared, to make us feel alive.
Gently now, we pause to sleep.
The sun is creeping in from East
We have the week, before she leaves.
Where Every Night Is New Year's Eve.