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At the risk of sounding lame and wussy, I miss my girlfriend. No, she hasn’t gone far away and infact I saw her yesterday. But, yeah. Whatever. So I am listening to her idea of good music, uppy swedish (or another one of those pale countries). I smile when I hear this junk because I picture her jumping around and smiling, which I really really like.

So Frente it is.

So Kate did this very elaborate story involving my friend, Mr Jangles..

I was going to put it here, but the links all broke on me! Dang it.

Oh well, project for later time. The Set with the images and story are here

So here is a thing I use and like!

CommonTunes, a source of free shared music.

I picked up a little while ago (a month or so?)

Anyways, I saw it on this guy named Biz’s site. He is a genius, or so he says.

He also wrote some books about blogging, check them out via his site.

This is taken, pretty much verbatim from Supernaturale:

T-Shirt Underwear

I know you’ve got them, lurking in drawers, the back of the closet, in the “giveaway” pile: those T-shirts that are, for various reasons, both unwearable and indispensable. They are too small, too big, too short, have a stain, a hole, or some other flaw, and yet you cannot bear to part with them.

I took my old t-shirts and gave them new life. They were reincarnated as underwear.

Long drawn out test of video blog, lookout! 9 Megs!
Lemme know if it works

I am reviewing a review of my writting I did for class. The word Klug was used.

My first response was “Cool, this guy makes up words! I do that too!”
But then I got to thinking more indepth, and I think he is just using a word I don’t know. Good on ‘im!

So I looked the word up via the Interweb to find what he was trying to tell me, if you want to follow along you can, here

But this is the jist:

A kludge (or kluge) is a ’solution’ for accomplishing a task, originally a mechanical one and usually an engineering one, which consists of various otherwise unrelated parts and mechanisms, cobbled together in an untidy or downright messy manner. A kludge is never elegant except ironically, nor, serviceability to the task at hand excepted, is it ever admirable. Despite this, it generally takes a skilled craftsman, someone intimately familar with the requirements of the desired task, the properties of the raw material at hand, and the ultimate operating environment, to produce a workaround monstrously clunky enough to be called a kludge.

Some people may take this as an insult when the word is used in specific reference to their work, but they are sissies and need to chill out.

For some reason I identify and even ally with the idea Kludge. I admire people that use workarounds and odd, inefficient means of getting a job done.

Efficiency has a place in the business world, mechanical junk (Take that Dr Suess!), and perhaps in business letters (or so I am told). However, I think that in my life screwball work arounds are more appropriate. They add art and depth were a simple clean efficiency only offers economical usage. Bleh.

For example, at this very moment I am starring at a perfectly good computer which could, I am told organize my life and save me time, while connecting me to hot chicks online (I got an email about this very thing, this very morning).

Witness friends, my oversized white board covered with notes, doodles, postits and tape. Behold me, more or less behind on schedule with most my stuff. Behold Kate, who is way cuter than those internet chicks. Don’t be jealous.

I can see one potential of this lifestyle choice, there may be some sidetrackery along the way. Which is what this whole post is, just a diversion while I try to decide if my team visualizes a pump top bottle or a squeeze type.

Other things that are going on right now:

Skipped Church to sort things out in regards to my Late Uncle and workthrough (not around) things about my Mom.

Ruminating about some Online Marketing Ideas courtesy of the guy who does runs Webtalkradio

Also, I totally didn’t use the word it is this post. Somebody, deserves a beer.

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Originally uploaded by exportryan.

This is easily one of my favorite pictures taken of all time.

I have been putting a little thought into online communities. Ok, a lot of thought.
Mixing that with recent reading on “church” and how to combine the two in way that relevant and useful and real.

Honestly, I am not sure it can be done. Community is a synthesis.
Like Russian nesting dolls but some how not so linear.

I can’t think of any form of dolls that explain.

That Russian example doesn’t even work!

Here is the site I am starring at, trying to think of something groundbreaking…from the online community standpoint.

Kent.

Kent is many things, the 6th largest city in Washington, a hurb of the Russian Maffia, and Fat. Very very fat. Kent is the fattest place I think I have ever been,

What is the deal?

I am a husky man, these are my people. That is why I can trash on them.

There are like 3 buffets within any 2 mile stretch of the Kent. Inside you see people who have been to all the near by Buffets, that week. Twice.

Example, there used to be a mid 80’s buick with a plate frame that said “Love 2 Eat”

This guy was a like a machine. He produced some form of vortex that could drawn in 10 runs at the Changs Mongolian Grill. Tonight, I got 1 1/2 trips in. And I can eat.

So, I was thinking to myself. What is the deal with Loves 2 Eat? When does eating supplant so much in your life that it is the focus. I remember seeing him spend 4 hours in Izzies (An amazing Pizza Buffet, one which I think is mourned by the collective mind of Kent). He ate about 3 pizzas and plate after plate of massive, bacon enhanced salads.

If we say Binge Drinkers we would feel differently. If we saw somebody so addicted to sex we would make them were a Scarlet Letter. Why is that other things that so eclipse a person’s life go without notice.

Somebody hooked, just hooked on Star Trek. That should be treated man.

When I used to sell tea cups and such at the Antiquery there was this guy who we called Toaster Man. Smart guy. Love toasters. Well, toasters and “hostess trays”.
Promo items that toastmaster (The masters of toasting) used to give away with purchase. He had a mobile home full of them. He knew everything there was to now about any toaster advertisment, product, idea from 1900 onwards.

This guy spent his entire waking life thinking about toasters.

Strange people out here in Kent.

I have no idea where I was going with this, or where I ended…but hey. I am very handsome.

So, yesterday I wrote something about OS X on PC’s or something.

BEHOLD!

Per Cnet

Sounds like Apple is switching to INTEL.

and

OS X can run on PC’s

So, will every little cheap computer in the world run OSX? I dunno. Probably not, but this good go far for helping Mac. Or it could kill it.

Either way. Cheers.