muzak

this website rules. Easiest way to discover new music that i’ve ever found. Music blog aggregator mixed with digg-style social ratings.

http://hypem.com

The next wave in music is going to be when this and other site like it get their phone apps together. AKA as soon as we get flash on our phones. Phones will probably be gpod enough to run Flash within a year or so without murdering the battery life at the same time. Here’s my playlist. If you’re on hypemachine tell me what your username is and i can follow your loved songs.

http://hypem.com/#/dank1812

cuteness/deadliness overload

somebody made the ninjabear a jedi

ATTN: CHICKS

As summer strikes in Vancouver and everyone heads to the beach, i would like to point out something i’ve noticed over the last few years. Why is it that every chick out there has the same bikini pose? There is never a photo of a girl just standing straight. They ALWAYS raise one leg slightly and point their toe, thus bending one knee. This has to be some common knowledge about making yourself look good in bikinis (and also dresses/shorts that expose some upper thigh). Where did this idea come from? How did it disseminate across the entire female community? I’ve never read it on the cover of any women’s magazines while in line at the grocery store. what the fuck is going on?

Has anyone ever played Cowboy-Ninja-Bear?

Net time i play i’m choosing Ninja-Bear. It could easily kill a cowboy with the bowstaff; it has more deadliness than a regular bear; and it has more raw power than a normal ninja.

really?

so last night we went to fortune for a concert. We left at 2am or so and started walking down pender with terbs and greg. obviously i had to pee so i pulled up at a gated apartment building that was set in from the sidewalk, thus providing a corner to pee in. I was just about finished when a guy came around a corner in the courtyard behind the gate. He starts yelling at me and walking briskly in my direction. So i apologize, stop peeing, and start walking away. He starts threatening to call the cops and i turn around as he comes outside the gate and keeps walking at us. He is very mad. I am very drunk. He pretty much wants to fight, so we cross the street and as i look back again he is on the phone saying something like “ya i’m at ____ and ____ and there’s a guy bla bla bla.” I am now even more determined to get the hell away cause it seems he actually called the cops. I didn’t look back again, but terbs is still telling the guy to chill out as we walk away. Greg then tells me that he has a knife. a big fucking knife. He’s now threatening us with a knife from across the street. We noticed a cop car about 40 fet up the street so we make a b-line to it and turn the next corner. He continued to yell, but we were far enough away to make a sigh of relief. Some guy wanted to stab me for peeing on his building. Keep in mind he lives in chinatown, which is next door to crack town. Lord knows way worse shit has gone down at/in/around his building. What the fuck is wrong with people? This is why i was afraid of downtown when i was 7 years old. What kind of psycho calls the cops for somebody peeing on the building right before he pulls out a knife on a guy? Questions abound, but what’s the moral of the story? Paragraphs fucking suck.

Problem Solved

Finally my magic beans will grow!

http://www.dealextreme.com/details.dx/sku.7148

Upgrade

We’re selling operation wolf on Craigslist. We’re going to sell Street Fighter after that and use the cash to fix goldenaxe. We’re going to end up with a whol bunch of space in the aprartment, so i’ve decided to fill it with a DJ set up. There are so many shitty DJs out there i figure i could be betterthan them in about 1 month. All i have to do is find a couple more blogs (if that) and learn to blend 2 songs together. How hard can it be?

Journey megamix!

“The coolest guy in the world”

parkour, dice-stacking, skateboarding, karate, umbrellas, putting on pants, rubiks cubes, juggling, eating chips. This guys is so cool.

The Olympic Games

Well it’s all over. it’s crazy to think how much money, time, and effort was put into 2 eeks that went by so fast in a drunken haze. I ended up keeping a little party diary so i could remember what i did each night. Everything sort of blurs together into one memory otherwise. I took a total of 3 day off of partying in 17 days of the olympics. My plan from the beginning was to mae the most of it and i guess i did. I know because i am now fucking FAT. So many pirate packs, beers, shots, jello shooters, fritz, and pizzas. I think i went grocery shopping once the whole time. I now have about 10 pounds to lose before floating/shirtless season starts in April. I took the “before” pictures today.