After spending a few hours aimlessly walking around town contemplating the inevitability of death and pointlessness of existence, I decided to take a load off and get drunk instead.
So I headed off to the local sin merchant for my dose of sweet sweet oblivion. As usual I grabbed my bottle of Franziskaner Weissbier as a starter but I was at a loss as what to get next. Something different...
I like rum. Mainly because I fancy myself a land pirate. And want to live in the tropics. Other than that
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and g
Ok, anybody who knows me knows I love Jack Daniels. Whiskey snobs will turn their noses up, but I stand by it. It resides in that perfect middle ground between taste and affordability. So that is my benchmark for all whiskeys. I've had shots of whiskey that the cost per bottle would equate to a small mortgage, and not to discount good craftsmanship, but there is diminishing returns of taste to price the higher up you go. At some point you're drinking prestige, not booze.
Unfortunately, (for my
I'm consolidating these here for ease of referral and update. Nothing to see here, folks, move along.
The Legion Rides To War: Part 1. WTF?
The Legion Rides To War: Part 2. Status Report.
The Legion Rides To War: Part 3. Divine Intervention
The Legion Rides To War: Part 4: Assault In the Derp Degree
The Legion Rides To War: Part 5: We I
A long time ago I had a blast making a plethora of sigs and propaganda for Zenith and the bloc we were in. Haven't put my hand towards anything in a while. Did a simple one for TOP.
This one was really fun and I just finished it. Took about an hour. My photoshop program, probably the only legitimate program I ever purchased (for about $300 back in the day) and is one I really feel like I got a good value for my dollar. This was before any free graphics program was available.
My only complaint
Tonight I tried my hand at two different things. Having spent most of my adult life in the clutches of various women, I never learned to cook anything harder than mac n cheese.
This all changed last year when I moved from a part-time dishwashing gig to working in the kitchen, where I learned the fryer and some eggs and such on the flattop. Since then, I've had a short stint in a bakery and another restaurant as both prep and flattop cook.
After some grocery shopping today and a go at a large
Now it's story-time, children.
The decision to go nuke rogue on GOD was an easy one by the time came to do it. Now, granted, I may have been indulging in some of the ol' liquid courage...
(W. C. Fields: I exercise strong self control. I never drink anything stronger than gin before breakfast.)
...but one thing I've learned about the mind is that it is often whirling away at putting together the puzzle of life and sussing out the solution to it's obstacles while you're happily grinding away
... what's a RocknRolla?
And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame.
But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different.
Because a real RocknRolla wants the !@#$@#$ lot.
So I decided to perform a classic experiment of using electricity to cleave apart the very atoms of existence.
The electrolysis of H2O.
What you need:
NaCl (table salt)
It also helps to have carbon rods to attach the wires to. I didn't, but I did solder much larger gauge copper wires to the ones coming from the cigarette lighter plug in. This is to increase the surface area of the anode and cathode.
For the power source I took an unusua
I'm sitting here listening to some old recordings of Lewis Black who just did a pretty funny piece on electing Ronald Reagan (who's dead at the time of the peice) and it made me think of my own political disenfranchisement.
My two favorite politcal bumper stickers:
I found those images rather than just typing them out because i love my readers.
And that just about concludes my thoughts on politics and such.
Which now it leaves me with a surplus of thoughts about the whole situation.
Finally, after 1,096 days, the peons, er, people of the proud state of Kzoppistan have managed to jury-rig assemble a leaky, unstable, force of hellish radioactive destruction to turn upon those who ever displeases the President most. Tremble, ye children, daddy's home and he's taking off his belt.
*Notes regarding a successful attempt to extract and concentrate (possibly) sodium hydroxide.
For an end result, it wasn't too bad. As an experiment, it was a horrible attempt. Since this was a first run, I was lax in any sort of proper procedure in regards to documentation or organization of that procedure. As it is one of the easiest chemicals to produce I didn't think to approach this with the seriousness that could have given me the opportunity to practice the skills of observation and reco
Well, it appears that my uppity rebellion from the streets has been crushed by the imperialist dogs commonly known as The Man, or The System, or, in this particular case, <ahem>.. the, eh, The Girlfriend.
Like all vicious tyrants she employed her greater resources against my forces at their weakest point, rendering them defenseless under her onslaught, namely using my voracious appetite for her... company... against me.
Women can be surprisingly persuasive.
While Mr. Mellencamp was
*Poll Question: The first sounds grittier, the second seems more... adventureful. What do you think, CN?
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The night before, laying in my ex's bed (she was on the couch, granting me some reprieve from the elements as a favor) my spider sense was tingling. Not only has there been a marked sensation of anxiety or danger preceding a lot of the trouble I've gotten in, it has been remarkably accurate. While it hasn't always gone off before I jump in
At 5:41 am I stopped caring.
The Struggle of Spring was over. I had lost. Defeated by my own hand. The totality of defeat was irrefutable, as was my own damning part in it. The crushing despair and self pity usually accompanying such events did not come this time, only a eerily silent void of emotional nothingness. There was nothing, I literally did not care about anything at all. I slumped back into the pillow of my girlfriend's bed, head feeling as though it were stuffed tight with cotton, an
*Excerpts from a book I'm writing, all of it's true. I'm going to work my entries back to #1 in the coming days, and then forward again.
After about four hours sleep, I get up to help the Girlfriend work on her old apartment. Sleep in the car was poor and I required lots of coffee. On the upside, she fed me some breakfast, assuaging the gnawing hunger that had grown even stronger from the night before.
Afterward I made my way downtown towards
In tribute to 4/20 the other day. I would have posted it then.... but I was busy... and forgot.
I enjoyed this general rant and you might, too. I've read more academic responses, but this one was worth the few minutes to read.
Pot, Music and the Feds
By JOHN SINCLAIR
The War on Drugs was still just a twinkle in Richard M. Nixon's evil eye when the great John Lennon released his classic reco
Actually, I had half a pint of Jacky D's Sour Mash, as I like to call it. But lets get to the beer part.
First, Old Rasputin. It !@#$@#$ rocks. Nice imperial stout, rich and thick. My current fling.
Try some today, kids. Er, young adults.
From some site, which mirrors my thoughts exactly. (and too hungover to write my own)
Blue Moon. Solid fruity type drink. A Belgian White, I believe, tastes strongly of oranges. Good stuff.
Mich. Light. As in, light in the pants.
It was as if
Breaking News Flash!!!
World's Laziest Man gets second job!
Couch-surfer extraordinaire, K. Smith, AKA The Captain, AKA The Artful Dodger, AKA Mr. Otingocni, has been confirmed as holding down TWO jobs. When asked what possessed the nominally free spirited adventure to break the Lazy !@#$%^&*' Code (a credo that no member has actually gotten around to writing), he replied: "I'm, like, broke, man."
When asked how long he could keep up the grueling 16 hour days, his response: "Duuude, I'm,
I've decided to strike out on my own for a bit and have now left The Foreign Division. It is a great community full of intelligent and friendly members (and they are really growing, too), however, there comes a point where one must choose their own path. Up until now, I was obligated to remain where the river of fate carried me, with my first alliance, due to holding gov. responsibilities, and to the second alliance by virtue of the merger.
I considered forming my own alliance but, unfortunate
So I've been gone for a while, here's why:
(oh, Tolly-Ho is the restaurant I work at)
The comment from our website:
On this particular night I was bussing/dishwashing, so I had a good view of the dining room and could sense that something was about to happen. The air was tense and the crowd was getting out of control. Now, we usually are packed out the door on the weekends, especially so on Homecoming, which causes general chaos and the likelihood of fights breaking out rises, but still, t
In my tenure at Zenith I had roughly 1,915 posts. Only about 5 or so were spam games. Most were of the general alliance coordination stuff, duties, and such. But I did have a few posts that I particularly liked. I grabbed a handful here. Maybe you'll find them interesting.
Also, unfortunately for readers looking for more slanderous stuff, there isn't much dirt or discussion of other alliances (except a few). Sorry guys, maybe next time...
When the TOP VS. CNG was gearing up. I wa