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  1. Kzoppistan
    Should've never let me out of the cage....
    I see it in your eyes, take one look and die
    The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be
    The ace of spades, the ace of spades

















    Motorhead - Ace of Spades:



















    If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
    You win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
    The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say
    I don't share your greed, the only card I need is
    The ace of spades, the ace of spades











    Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil
    Going with the flow, it's all a game to me
    Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you
    Double up or quit, double stake or split
    The ace of spades, the ace of spades











    You know I'm born to lose and gambling's for fools
    But that's the way I like it, baby
    I don't wanna live for ever
    And don't forget the joker











    Pushing up the ante, I know you got to see me
    Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again
    I see it in your eyes, take one look and die
    The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be
    The ace of spades, the ace of spades























    ________________________________







    Unification







    White is mine!















    __________________________







    It's not a revival, it's a revolution.


  2. Kzoppistan

    Some Regrets

    By Kzoppistan,

    1 of 2: My first regret is that I've been out of the loop for so long that I have no !@#$@#$ clue whatsoever what is going on in this war. I mean, I thought I had the gist of it, but everything has changed! Who are these new alliances, how did the treaty web get so jacked up from the last time I looked at it? Who put the bomp in the bomp bomp bomp? WHERE'S MY NURSE?
    2 of 2: My second regret is that I wish I would have just stuck to one corner of the web and stayed there. But I've been all over the palce and made friends with a whole spattering of different folks. Now I feel like I can't even hail a DoW thread with out snubbing some one else. Jeez.
    3 of 2. I also wish I would have studied maths a little harder.
  3. Kzoppistan

    O Fortuna

    By Kzoppistan,

    First click on the brief into to the 13th century poem 'O Fortuna', and read the translated version.
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna
    Then click on the heavy metal orchestra band Therion's version.

    Following along with the original script to the sound will make you feel like a total badass for the rest of the day.
    You're welcome.



  4. Kzoppistan

    6 Years

    By Kzoppistan,

    After glancing at the wiki with the intent of updating the forum link, I realized that it's been 6 years and a month since I started playing. There's been so many great times that I can barely remember them all.
    Despite all the doomsaying, the sea of !@#$%*ing, complaining, and butthurt, (or perhaps, sometimes, because of it) this has been a great community.
    Thanks to everyone for being your awesome selves!
  5. Kzoppistan
    Since my last beer review, I've drank many, many, beers. (many, many, beers, many better than this one). However, I'm still capable of putting fingers to keyboard tonight so this is the beer review of Sam Adams Rebel IPA.
    Head: I don't know what the head is, because I'm drinking it out of the bottle like all good alcoholics should. What kind of dork pours it into a glass, anyways?
    Body: Balanced and slightly bitter. Nice light and dry taste. Smooth. No after taste.
    Some-Other-Factors: What the $%&@, it's a beer, not a car. You can drink of bunch of it, good enough for me.
    The End.
    $%&@ you.
  6. Kzoppistan
    Or the Quartz Council?







    The Serpent Slithers, The World Shivers







    From Slumber, to Consciousness



    We Awaken



    Manifestations of Potentiality










    Finally, a new direction. Something exciting in CN is beginning. Still waters run deep.
  7. Kzoppistan
    Edit: Not nearly as exciting as the title makes it sound. Ha.
    I did this today. Sort of test run for some future artistic video stuff.
    It took far longer to make the video, including the "soundtrack" I cobbled together than it did the silly "motor." And the video quality is what you would expect from a phone that is essentially a brick with a gerbil in it.
    Turns out window's Movie Maker doesn't import mp4s, had to convert it, VLC Viewer kept crashing on the convert, got some crappy probably spamware infested thing that converted it but without audio. Got an online wav audio conversion from the original mp4. Both microphone and keyboard have been long loaned out, so I downloaded the Audicity program, but it didn't come with any pre-made beats. Anything else I found sounded silly and too ramped up for an anti-climatic 20 second clip, so I pretty much made the music with wave form tones chopped and FXed into techno. Made the intro screen in photoshop, Youtube turned it all into crap for me.
    When getting the text-to-speech thing online, there was an option to speak it in the "Scottish" voice. How hilarious, I couldn't pass that up.
    Shoo, too much work. But now I have the know-how, and have some neat ideas in store.
    Also, first video ever uploaded to Youtube.
    http://youtu.be/nh3dpJ9xYSs
  8. Kzoppistan

    Higher Reception

    By Kzoppistan,

    Almost every prayer or ritual is either a celebration of, or most usually, an appeal to a higher power.
    Whether that divine succor is for power to achieve or restore balance, to grant wisdom or vision, or for strength to prevail over the trials and temptations of one's life, it is essentially a begging of a higher source (in what ever form we conceive of it) to grant some of its/their energy to the receptor.
    Just like with the flow of electrons, in order to accept the flow of a higher potential, the path must be clear for that power to flow. In order to receive such power, we must be vessels prepared.
    Just like a battery, or any chemical reaction, there is an abundance of energy at one end of the equation, and a deficit on the other.
    We are not the power, we are the path for which that power flows.
    The works almighty course through us, if we can only sense it.
    Fear is a natural contraction in the face of danger. It closes off pathways. It contracts. Draws in for defense. In order to utilize one's personal resources to fight or flee, whether mentally or physically, it disengages from basins of power for greater mobility.
    Thus, to be receptive to the great sublime, we must anchor ourselves in these basins of power, we must eliminate the action of fear upon our persons. We can accept it, experience it, allow it to flow through us, but we cannot allow it to control us to any inordinate degree.
    Even in the face of danger, we must remain connected, the pathways must remain open, fear must be subjugated by what ever personal tactic available, and in that way, we bring greater power, an accumulate of personal AND connective energy, to bear upon the obstacles in our lives.
  9. Kzoppistan

    Logic and Emotion

    By Kzoppistan,

    Something that's irritated me for a while is when people try to draw an imaginary dichotomy between 'logical' or 'rational' decision-making and 'emotional' decision-making. Often accompanied by the implication that one is rational while the other is irrational. Or that people are more or less emotional than others, or somehow irrational.
    Some breaking news, folks, no person is irrational. Barring physical defects or physiological differences that result in clinical insanity or mental impairment, every human being is a very precise calculator of deciding what is best for them (or their in-group to gradational degrees outwards). Sometimes the weights people place on the values that guide their decision making are less adaptive than others, or were maladaptive by exceptional formative experiences unlikely to happen again. But they're still logical. Some people are impulsive, and haven't learned how to allow a strong emotional state to fade in intensity before making a decision. But, everybody is both ruled by logic and also ruled by emotions. And I don't mean that in a figurative way, I mean that in a very literal way. To make any decision, you must have an emotional value attached to it. These two things, colloquially 'logic' and emotion, which are often paired as opposites, are actually reliant upon each other in making decisions.
    For being ruled by emotions, a good example of how that works is this situation: when you are staring at two items on a menu at a restaurant, and both are almost exactly the same in level of appeal. Your body is not craving anything in particular. Ever have that happen? When neither, or none, (if there are multiple items) are more appealing than the other- what happens? You can't decide. The clock is ticking. The waiter is waiting. The friend is not-so-discreetly checking his watch. Remember that feeling? You are literally mentally paralyzed because you do not have enough differential emotional value attached to those items. Happens all the time. If you work in a restaurant, you see people stumped for some time while they weigh their options. Behavioral economists have known for years that too many options hampers the decision making ability by overloading the amount of different values a person can juggle in their mind. Finally people pick the item by some sort of other metric, like opposite of which one they had last, or flip a coin, alphabetical, or have their friend pick for them, or some such. This is not a stand-alone experience, every decision you make is ruled by the emotional attachments you have to the various outcomes. If you had no emotions, you could not make a decision.
    And people are inherently and inflexibly logical. To prove that, consider this: no decision you have ever made has ever been against your interests as you knew them to be at the time of making the decision. Now, some decisions are what may appear to be sacrificial in nature, but are actually exchanges, time or money or what may have you, in exchange for upholding a certain sociological or philosophical ideal. It is paying maintenance on keeping that ideal in circulation because that ideal is beneficial.
    Some decisions are short sighted and against long term interests, perhaps, but not against immediate ones. I ate that piece of cake because satisfying that desire had more drive than the abstaining from such for a long term goal. Satisfying immediate desires often takes priority over abstract ones.
    But for a moment, think of any decision you made earlier in the day. Why did you make the choices in that chain that you did? Now, without changing anything else about the situation, could you have made a different decision? Really? If so, why didn't you make that decision instead? More than likely, ever action you did was in some way better than all other actions conceived of in that space of time allocated in the decision making process. Even in an attempt at proving this thought experiment wrong, if you did something inherently against yourself or random, like smashing your head against a wall or doing a silly dance, you have still elevated the desire of asserting your own agency higher than accepting the belief that you in fact have no agency at all, mainly because it is a comforting concept, and the satisfaction of emotional demands comes at any cost, even that of truth. But we will all make the same decision over and over again if placed in the same circumstances and armed with exact same level of knowledge as previously before.
    Most of your decisions are made before they even, if they ever, reach your upper consciousness. Almost all of your decisions are made for you. And a good thing, too, otherwise you probably would go insane with all the minute details you would have to attend to instead of it seeming much like an automatic process that it is. All of those decisions, especially of the sort like navigating through traffic are trusted implicitly as being the best for you, allowing you to daydream about what you want to do after work or what ever else occupies your mind.
    Thankfully, we live real-time and have the ability to alter our course of action by updating our knowledge base from previous experiences. But one thing remains the same, it is that people will inherently make *what they believe to be in their heart of hearts* the best decision every time because it gets them what they want- regardless of the other costs (which, incidentally, indicates the level of importance that event, relationship, object, ect., has to them).
    When people do things that seem crazy or "emotional", just realize that one, we're all emotional, and two, they are operating from a different table of values that you are. And remember that the satisfaction of emotional and immediate desires almost always take precedence over abstract ones. If you're really inquisitive, try to ascertain what the weight of those particular values are.
    So, in short, stop making those false opposite statements and I'll stop writing long winded paragraphs.
  10. Kzoppistan

    Roadhouse Fountain

    By Kzoppistan,

    I woke up this morning
    And I got myself a beer
    Yeah, I woke up this morning
    And I got myself a beer
    The future's uncertain
    And the end is always near.
    also, Blue Moon Harvest Pumpkin Ale is better in the morning at room temp.

    also, here's a ha ha

    Here's a great song by the Yeah Yeah Yeah's called Isis set to a college video project that celebrates... uh, torture or something I think. I can't figure it out, but the song is dope.
    http://youtu.be/riBbeqUpEGA
    And there's your morning.
  11. Kzoppistan

    Possibly A First

    By Kzoppistan,

    So after re-launching a new nation...
    ("Just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in!")
    ... I decided to try something different. I was tired of alliances. I wanted independence. How long could I survive in a wild world without protection? The easiest way to do this, sans safe mode, I figured was to idle under the radar just biding my time selling tech. And in some sense, why bother building a nation, when only by sneak attacking and having superior numbers can you ever take advantage of being a little above in NS, since there will always be someone above you. Without the protection of an alliance, you are just meat ready for raiding. By staying at the bottom, I have a better grasp of the combat system than most noobs and with some money socked away, can war for a long time if need be.
    Anyway, to make a long story short. I just purchased my first wonder. Having never risen above 300 infra. All on tech selling money.
    It took 8 months.
    Not certain, but that might be a first in CN. If not a first, pretty rare, I'm sure.
    I had it 4 months ago, but I did finally get raided. (2 days before my purchase.)
    Took another 4 months to save up enough scratch again.
    Anyway

    In 8 months made about 7 mil., paid 3 in bills. but I bought a 30 mil. wonder. So not even breaking 300 infra and I have been nuked and bought a wonder. Maybe a first?
    Good times.
  13. Kzoppistan

    Sought

    By Kzoppistan,

    Seek and ye shall find.
    I sought, and I found. My only regret is not having started earlier,
    but every operator must first be immersed in the despair, driven to the
    point of breaking, like a piece of work upon the anvil of life that must
    be struck again and again by the hammer of reality until its shape is
    bent into usefulness, only until one has been dunked and emerged from
    difficulty, can they begin to realize that life is a strategy to be
    devised, a one shot experience, a turbulent sea that must be navigated,
    and the brief periods of respite greatly cherished. On which the
    conscious obsesses, the subconscious creates.
  15. Kzoppistan
    So... I did this today.

    The reason a coil of wire can create a magnet out of a piece of ferrous material, such as this steel bolt in my picture, is because of a very interesting affect of elctro-magnetic fields. When electricity flows through a wire it generates a magnetic field that travels in a circle along the diameter of the wire. When such a wire is twisted into a helix shaped coil, the fields overlap. Now a meta-field travels in one direction along the inner part of the coil and travels around the edge in the opposite direction on the outer side of
    the coil.
    Thus, the field which travels through anything else in its path draws the alignment of the spin state of the electrons within atoms parallel with the path of the magnetic current. This amplifies the
    dipole attribute of the ferrous molecules, since, in effect, developing a strong attraction to the opposite charge (by the combined alignment of the electrons,) the material becomes a magnet itself. Even with the electrical force removed, the electrons remain in their "combed" state until changed by a stronger field or heated.
    That is a simplified model, the particulars behind why some materials, like iron, or nickel, develop and retain strong magnetic forces is of course a bit more complex, involving crystaline lattices and the atomic energy exchange model, but none-the-less a fascinating look at a small part under the quantum theory umbrella.
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    Aluminum Casting

    By Kzoppistan,

    I now present my miniature blast-furnace.

    It will be used to melt scrap aluminum. It should be ready to be fired in about 4 days once the curing is completely done (it's been 3 now). It is constructed out of a large steel can and quickcrete. As you can see, I sawed a steel pipe with a hacksaw and inserted it in the bottom by punching out and filing a hole in the bottom of the can before filling the can with concrete.
    By first figuring out the volume of the can, and then subtracting the volume of plastic coffee can which was submerged in in it, I managed to calculate how much concrete to use without wasting any. I also had to figure out how many cubic inches a 60 pound bag of mix would first make, then use that number to divide the recommend amount of water in ounces to get the amount of water to add, too.
    After it is cured, I will fill it with briquettes, and the steel can crucible, add the scrap aluminum, set it on fire and cover it. The pipe will serve as a way to force air in from a hairdryer (I actually ended up using a cheap roadside tire air compressor) in order to raise the temperature (1220 F) high enough to melt the aluminum.
    I expect to get one or two runs out of it before it crumbles. Concrete is not a very good refractory material, but it is cheap and so should serve as a good beginner's test run. A few things may go wrong, such as not reaching a high enough temp. If that doesn't happen, I will feed a propane line through the pipe. Also, very unlikely, but it may actually over heat, melting the crucible and pouring the aluminum melt into the bottom of the can which would pretty much ruin it. Also, with the residual water in the concrete, it might explode. So there's that.
    In the meantime, I will be carving a positive of a small decorative gear out of wood to press into the mold, crafting a box and casting a sand mold, and filing the paint off the scrap aluminum.
    Then the action begins.
    I will post the results when it is all done.
    -----
    Done
    ------
    Here is the result of my aluminum can melts. I
    set up in the park. I got a few curious looks, two people stopped by to
    watch and several people shooed their children away. The loudness of
    the compressor was my only major concern. It took only
    40 minutes for the cops to arrive. Apparently, there is nothing illegal
    about constructing a portable mini-foundry in the park, so after
    explaining my activities, I was wished a successful adventure by the
    inquiring police officer (who was quite friendly... in a nervous sort of way) and left to my own
    devices. Very fun.

    This is the mold I used. Orginally I wanted to make a decorative gear, but
    after putting everything off for a month and not wanting to spend more
    time carving the shape to imprint, I finally decided to just make an
    ingot mold by hand. I purchased a 50# bag of Hawthorn fireclay from a
    local supplier (Mudworks of Lexington, check them out for your pottery
    needs). It has been mixed 50/50 with play sand. Next time I'm going to
    create a box with removable sides and use an actual carved piece for the
    positive.




    This was my set up, the air compressor, which acted as the bellows was
    powered by my jumpstarter, fed into the pipe at the bottom of the
    furnace.

    As you can see, at the very center of the crucible is a small glob of
    liquid aluminum melt. What I found interesting was that, contrary to my
    fears, the aluminum cleaved together and excluded non aluminum
    particles.


    Here is the pour directly after cooling. Due to excessive foreign materiel
    and a sloppy pour, the dross, of mostly al. oxide I reckon, filled in
    the top left of the mold.

    The final result after removing the dross and doing some filing. The ingot
    is extremely light weight. If this weren't my very first attempt, I
    would melt it down and use a better mold. But alas, this piece of
    mangled metal is my first-born, my own little bit of the tri-force, so I
    will keep it for sentimental value.
    So there you have it.
  18. Kzoppistan
    "Put it in my pancake!" she said,
    and so i did a rubadubdub with my two-toed stub
    and now babies of doom are blooming like flowers
    under the glistening chrome burning gas showers
    a thousand petals crisp, on command
    of god's eternal lisp
    spittle gifts on plastic faces
    space riffs in elastic underware places
    pancakes
    "Put it in my pancake!" She said
    said
    said
    said

  19. Kzoppistan

    Hot Ice

    By Kzoppistan,

    What's the word of the day, kids?
    Sodium Acetate!
    You may be familiar with this versatile chemical compound as the ingredient in re-usable winter time pocket hand warmers.
    But did you know it is also what they sprinkle on potato chips to give it the classic 'salt and vinegar' flavor?
    That it is, in the dilute trihydrate form, the remains of your science fair volcanoes?
    Or that it is used as a concrete sealant, or to neutralize sulfuric acid, or retard the vulcanization process?
    Or, perhaps most visually fascinating, that you can make heat-generating crystalline structures known as 'hot ice'?
    Well now you do, and I've got some right here. And so can you!
    Sodium Acetate, NaOAc, is simply the combination of sodium bicarbonate, your classic baking soda, and acetic acid, commonly known as vinegar.
    I did this experiment over the course of the last several hours and even though it was a heck of project (though it shouldn't have been), it was totally worth it when I finally saw my solution turn from a liquid into a spindly hot crystal in seconds right before my very eyes.
    I'll probably never be the kind of person who can pull off a great plan by carefully plotting all the steps and then following through on them for perfect results, efficiently, with no snags or unexpected results. Unfortunately I lack (severely) the patience for this. I can barely follow a baking recipe. Thankfully, trial and error (and error and error) is our friend.
    This process is remarkably simple, add baking soda to vinegar, let the reaction settle, and then boil it down to remove excess water. How hard is that, right? Well, I found out. After getting a rough outline of how this is done while in the process of researching glacial acetic acid, I tried it with the materials I had on hand. The first batch was going swimmingly, (and fun, if you like massive fizzy carbon dioxide reactions) until the mason jar I had exploded while heating, soaking the stove and me with broken glass and vinegar, necessitating a clean-up and trip to the trash cans outside. The jar wasn't under pressure, it was just an old one I found on the side of the road while jogging one morning. Seemed sturdy enough. *shrug* Humorously, it left a perfect ring of glass around the base upon which the words molded in the glass read CHINA as if to mock me (seriously, China, stop, your exports suck).
    Using some of what I had left, I made a much smaller batch in a metal dish. 45 minutes of boiling later, I had a lot of crystal mush, which I then microwaved on a plastic dish to drive off the remaining water. Scraping the dry white powder crystals from the plate with a spoon, which took enough work that I almost got out my id card from my wallet (and also almost made me forget what I was doing) the first part I deemed successful. However, making a solution with the crystals, heating it, and then cooling it in the fridge (and then spilling some of it while trying to pry the lid off, damn it) did not produce the hot ice effect I expected. Nothing. It was a dud.
    I was pretty disappointed. But not defeated. I found a more exact formula, realized I would need more supplies, and 10 o'clock at night in January at 2 below, I geared up and marched the 2 mile round trip to Krogers to buy several gallons of white distilled vinegar, and pick up some groceries. I had also planned to buy a metal pot, as the only one I had was holding old soup. I would have to clean the pot to use it, and my large kitchen sink was currently filled to the brim with soaking eggshells (don't ask, it's something else I'm doing). However, the prices on cooking gear are exorbitant at Krogers, so I passed on that.
    Getting back, cleaning the eggshells, the sink, and then the pot. At this point I was pretty exhausted, which led to rushing the mixture and getting my very own private baking soda volcano all over my work bench. Wonderful. An hour later of boiling, checking the amount, boiling, ect. It was finally done. 1 liter boiled down to about 150 ml. I placed in the fridge to let it cool. Checking it. Nothing. Crap. So I put it back on the stove and drove off another 25 ml. I put it back in the fridge again and then sat down on the bed to wait. Where I promptly passed out.
    This morning, awaking confused and fully clothed (for once), I had no other thoughts: I sat up, immediately walked to the kitchen, removed the jar, carefully this time, pried off the lid, and there, within seconds due to the shaking of the jar, I saw the most glorious sight: this chemical compound forming, growing, in some exact mathematical self-replicating structure, long spindles of crystal lattice until it was a giant block of solid matter as if it were in stop motion animation right before my groggy eyes. Amazing. Touching my hand to the jar, it went from almost frozen cool from the fridge to a warm comforting glow. It was better than Christmas.
    So not only is it educational, but it's also safe for the kids. Below is a great link very quickly explaining the procedure. Have fun!
  20. Kzoppistan
    Stone Imperial Russian Stout
    Appearance:
    Beer pours black with a deep tan head of foam.
    Aroma:
    Cocoa and coffee flavors dominate, along with some fruity fermentation esters and some yeasty breadiness.
    Taste:
    Again, the beer is mostly about roasted malts. Bittersweet cocoa and coffee flavors are the major players, along with fruitiness, hints of anise, and yeastiness, followed by a smooth, balanced, not sweet finish.
    Palate:
    This beer is very full bodied, and very smooth!

    Release Date:April 16th, 2012
    First Release Date: July 2000
    Hop Variety: Warrior
    Stats:
    ALC/VOL 10.5%, 65 IBUs
  21. Kzoppistan

    Mr. O Gets Real

    By Kzoppistan,

    Anybody who knows me knows some very defining attributes about my character, namely, that I'm a fat drunk. Well, not really fat, more like a bit paunchy- but definitely a drunk. A debaucherous animal that caters only to it's carnal whims. A chain-smoking, hard drinking, sexy animal, mind you. (And I can't lie, I've loved every minute of it.)
    However, the other day I decided to get off my lazy ass to engage in my quarter-yearly act of masochism, otherwise known to the world at large as exercise.
    And aside from the abject humiliation of dragging my silly ass around the block in full view of all the college denizens with all their smarmy youth, oh, and the wheezing escaping from my lungs that sounded like nothing less than a squeaky dog toy gone bad, it was great. And by great, I mean I thought I was going to puke. But I didn't, nor did I faint or cry, which seemed like definite possibilities at one point, or stopped running until I reached my mark. So there's that. I also hit the weights before and after the jog, and threw in some calisthenics for good measure. Then got a nice protein laden meal.
    So of course the feeling afterward was pure ecstasy. You get that pump, the kind that makes you all swoll, makes you spend 10 minutes flexing in the mirror, cheesing at chicks, and walking around with your chest all puffed out. And all was right in the world, which is a good place to stop, if you have any sense about you.
    But then I made that fatal mistake we all do when perched on the top of the world: I uttered those damning words, you know which ones, those whispers of delusional self-confidence mumbled only by the brain damaged or the mad. I said: "I'm gonna make this a habit!" And with all the sincerity I reserve for those statements such as "Of course I love you, baby, now let's get those pants off" and "I'm not really into blow anymore", I, more-or-less, pretty much meant it.
    But WTF was I thinking? That was not only a stupid thing to promise myself, it was also insane considering my penchant for laughing in the face of people who "try".
    And now here it is, the end of day three (the second I took off to heal) and my running shoes are sitting there laughing at me. Those !@#$%^&* are enjoying my usual descent into apathy. They're saying "ha ha, don't you have enough habits as it is? Fun habits that don't require copious amounts of sweating or getting out of bed any earlier than absolutely necessary?" And I have to admit, o shoes of great wisdom, you make some very valid points.
    I've enjoyed the way things are. Shouldn't I just be content to work and live life the easiest way possible? My failure to pick up the torch again today is pretty indicative of the body and mind's natural state. And who am I to question that, right? In this old age, it's pretty impossible to change such ingrained tenancies like sloth and loserdom. So it seems.
    ...but you know what?
    $%&@ that.
    No seriously.
    $%&@ that.
    I've had enough. No more whining. No more procrastination. It's time. I hear-by proclaim and make public my desire to embrace a new standard of physical health. To become faster, stronger, more unstoppable than ever before. To once again feel the power of one's body fine-tuned into a machine of explosive ability. The goal is now announced, and I won't back out now. The avatar of the modern warrior beckons for me to re-join the ranks of ass-kickers and name-takers.
    So $%&@ you, running shoes, I'm gonna shove my feet so far up your shoe-holes your tongues will be ticking my toes. And then I'm going wear your sorry soles out ever other day for the next month!
    I was inspired by this exert from a blog post titled "13 Things to Avoid When Changing Habits"
    So there you have it. I'm making a month long commitment to develop the habit of exercising every other day. Once that's done, and my body is adjusted to the rigors, I'll probably switch it up into split routines so I can work out 6 days a week.
    Failure or success, I'm going to post in this entry every day I'm supposed to exercise.
    Wish me luck. I'll probably need it.



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    Jeremy Rifkin, author and president at the Foundation on Economic Trends delivered an insightful talk about our economic and environmental future and what he calls, the Third Industrial Revolution.

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    This blew my mind. A paradigm shifting presentation. This is the future.
    I strongly recommend you to take the next 50 minutes to watch this, it is the most profound and exciting look at what is already happening in the EU, and what may come in the US, if we push our political system to make it happen.
  23. Kzoppistan
    God only knows what they were up to in there... and furthermore, Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smoked marijuana cigarettes... reefers.
    Smoke Two Joints

    It's not a mic, dude,
    Pass the Dutchie

    Ah, $%&@ it, just hand me that brain blaster, I need to take
    Hits From The Bong
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qoCq-KsmZU
    It ain't no thang, I
    Smoke Weed Every Day
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qoCq-KsmZU
    Remember, though, homes, sometimes bad !@#$ happens if you don't keep your head. Man, I remember one time some !@#$ that happened
    Because I got high

    But, hey, don't let it get you down, man, there's good news, we're
    Winning the war on drugs

    Enjoy.
    Speaking of which, here's some classic Bill Hicks:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptOlI0WFV3g&feature=related
  24. Kzoppistan
    Today I'm here to tell you about this beer.
    You should drink it.
    Also, I've already been drinking it/something/alot/tonight. Thought tonight I'm drinking capt morgan's and samuel adams and listening to ZZ Top. 10 !@#$@#$ DOLLARS FOR A 6 PACK OF SAM ADAMS WHAT A !@#$@#$ CONSPIRACY. !@#$@#$ COLLEGE TOWNS, I !@#$@#$ HATE YOU.
    CAPS DO NOT EXPRESS MY OUTRAGE!
    Anyway, on to the real deal.
    I bought this IPA after careful consideration at the liquer store (careful, as in, I saw something I think I'd like better, but a name like Ruthless is hard to pass up, !@#$@#$ marketing execs know their drunks, $%&@ers!) . It's made by Seirra Nevada, which was it's selling point, because, while not exactly a micro-brew, makes reasonably consistant beer.
    As an Imperial Porter, you would expect something slightly lighter, but no, this beer caters to an earthier taste. Though it does contain a good deal of some sort of grapefruit/lemon zest sort of taste. The head poured a short cream one inch head.
    I'm just kidding, I drank it out of the bottle, but what spilled on my floor was sort of like that.
    The rye is very evident in the taste, a dark peppery taste. IMO, after drinking this, I think rye should be a staple in all beers. That's how much I liked it. For a lighter beer, it ads a thickening and rich quality to the body.
    In this bottle is also a slight grassy taste, and quite a bit of hops.
    Over all, I really enjoyed this seasonal brew and hope to get some more (very soon, as in, now) soon.
    Try it today, $%&@ers.
    -------------------
    listen to katrina tell you
    ---
    also couldn't find music fo this,
    found thi insteaqd
    Nouvelle Vague does Dead Kennedys: Too Drunk to $%&@

    appro po
    Katrina Josephina - universal hall pass

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