My Colorizations

Howdy there folks! I'd just thought I'd leave you all with a little christmas present before the new years. Sorry, i'm late as usual... But here they are, Colorizations!

Before I talk about these pictures, I'm going to lay a few of my principals when doing these.

Rule 1: Find humor in every subject
Images can be pretty dull at times. So when you color, give what would be a naturally dull subject (i.e. bishop of Washington D.C. or Stonecutter) a little flair with color.

Rule 2: Find beauty in every subject
This is very important. Even the lowly delivery boy can have an aura of romance, and nostalga if you color it right. Show that he wore a red shirt because it was St. Valentine's day

Rule 3: Use black and white photos
Yah, just a no-no if you try to color color photos

Rule 4: Bring your subject to life with color. Make it seem as human as possible
So, when you color, you don't really just color everything black or grey. You do as much as possible to give everything an edge, a motive, a life.

Rule 5: The sky is your's to color
You have full interpretation of each subject. You're only limited by yourself. You have the choice of being deadly accurate, or light hearted by coloring a picture of the Empire State building purple.

Rule 6: Have fun with it

So let's get started! First up is an image of President Herbert Hoover's schnauzer puppy. I dont remember it's name, but I found this cute image of him. Sitting on Mr. President's medicine balls. At first, the color seems pretty cute as is, but look at what can be done with a touch of color.

By coloring the balls and the puppy itself, you give each item life. Also, I whitened the wall since it was the white house you know...

This is where the Humor Philosophy comes from. Take a rather uningenious character like Calvin Coolidge, and show him playing and exercising with the speaker of the house.

Breathe in a little color, and it seems they're really exercising.

Subjects, such as this one of Matthew Brady usually can be a bit monotone, and by coloring each article of clothing a different color, You get a bit more of an interesting result.

A more realistic, and life like Matt Brady

The Beauty Philosophy comes from this little pretty picture here. We've got John Coolidge riding a horse. Seen it. Millions of other pictures look just like it. Wrong. A shade of chestnut brown, then another coloring for the trees, grass and of course, young master Coolidge.

You end up with a more Photographic, colored, realistic result. Although I admit, sometimes some things dont look real at all.

Rule five comes from here. Here, i'm set up with a slight Dilemma here. The colors of the jackets should be blue like Union colors, but to give this image the life it begs, you stray from the norm. It's ok. You have the option of coloring whatever you want, whatever you want. So, everything else is pretty normal except for the color of their cloth. Also, as an added subtle feature, the two gentlemen are the only colored thing in the image.

With a touch of red, these two men seem to bring out a bygone era of gentlemen warriors.

Every so often, you choose to take a rather large idea and really just color the hell out of it.

Like this cigar shop, I touched it up and gave each individual box a bit of color.

Hello Mr. Coolidge. Well folks, thanks for reading this much. Enjoy these images I have done for all of you. Just kidding. I was bored as hell.

Colored:

Rating Punctuation

Hey all, I felt like doing this post since there was nothing better to do.

The Exclamation Point [!]
2/10
What more can I say. You stick it to the end of a sentence, it's instantly tacky. Such as:
"I know what you want you see!"

The Question mark [?]
10/10 (Z Choice)
It's ruggedness, versatility and great use makes it an all round excellent piece of punctuation.

The period [.]
8/10
Sometimes you dont know when to use it just right, but when you do, Oh boy will it sting! It's a great one, but sometimes, you feel it just doesn't belong sometimes.

The apostrophe [']
5/10
A confused little thing, it apparently is the substitute of missing letters in words: O'er, 'is, 'eer. Dont get me started on contractions and possessive use. Jane's, Bob's, Dave's, Don't, Ya'aaaaawl. What's up with that?

The quotation mark ["]
6/10
Useful alot especially when quoting people. haha! <-- tacky [!]

The Tilde mark [~]
3/10
Aparently, it makes several people horny, but in other cases, useless. But more entertaining than using the [!].

The backwards apostrophe [`]
1/10
Never used it before

The at symbol [@]
10/10 (Z Choice)
Super useful and good job with the swoosh thing.

The pound sign [#]
4/10
It comes up occasionally but other than that. Utterly useless, but useful when needed.

The dollar sign [$]
8/10
Who doesn't want this?

The Percent sign [%]
6/10
Kinda sexy with it's provocative "o's"

The carrot [^]
5/10
Unless i'm typing up math on the computer, I find this as useful as a pile of doggy doo doo

The And swooshy thing [&]
9/10
If you look carefully, it's like Rodin's thinker. It's a great piece of work. Especially with it's brother the "e" shaped and.

The Star [*]
10/10 (Z Choice)
Great for typing up emotions. *whimper* *fart*. Catch my drift? *fart*

The parentheses [(] [)]
7/10
Meh

The underscore [_]
8/10
Great for writing incredibly long email addresses and URLs

The dash [-]
8/10
Nothing fun about it

The plus [+]
6/10
We're deviating too far from real punctuation

The bracket [[] []]
8/10
Useful in that my bracket's are bracketed

The sexy bracket [{] [}]
9/10
Brackets with nipples! *laughs*

the back slash [\]
6/10
The button is hard to find.

The watchamacallit [|]
2/10
Not useful at all. This is the loner, black sheep, retard of the punctuation family.

The colon [:]
8/10
Hee hee... colon

The comma [,]
9/10
Useful, but dangerous if over used. I'm surprised i'm just writing about them now...

The arrow thingies [<] [>]
7/10
Somewhat useful, but other than that, you'll never use them. Ever. Except that one time involving that Chick we picked up in Yonkers...

The Slash [/]
10/10 (Z Choice)
The bigger, better brother of the \. It's better used and it's easier for my finger to find.

The semicolon [;]
(0/10)
Useless! I don't even know when to use you! You suck. You fail at life!

The upside down question mark [¿]
6/10
It's fun to throw off loved ones with this little toy

The Music note [♪] [♫]
10/10 (Z Choice)
Yay! Music nerd ooberness!

The Female symbol [♀]
9/10
Not punctuation...

The orange with cloves [☼]
♠/10

Ok, I think we're waaaay too far from the true definition of punctuation... Well, that about wraps it up. Goodnight and Happy Festivus

"Why Didnt you do something?" said the bitch

So i'm at my friends house today when I'm helping out a little in their front yard, cutting branches from their mulberry tree. When this woman with some sort of large bulldog or boxer walks by. Out of nowhere, his dog runs towards the larger boxer and starts to I suppose mingle with it. But the boxer explodes and attacks his dog and naturally, his dog will fight back. Like 10 minutes earlier, his dog had encountered some other dogs and was fairly friendly, but I suppose when that boxer saw the dog charging out to play with him, he started to attack. I should know, i've been to his house on several occasions and when I ring the bell, the dog usually runs up to me and barks. I know better than to ring the bell from now on. So after staring at the little tiny woman struggling with the dogs he pushes his dog away and scolds it.

But what's worse is afterwards, she looked at me. And then to his uncle who was working with the long loppers and started asking: "Why didnt you do something?" She said that several times again and what was I to do? I stood there blinking. Look lady, I dont own a dog so what the hell do I know about dog rearing? You're the woman with a fucking boxer. You should be able to handle it. Why cant you hm? Cause you buy a god damn huge dog and live on bay farm. Your idea of walking the dog is to drive your damn dog out to the main island, that way you can shop and look at crap you wont buy. Seriously, i've never seen dogs fight until that moment. I've seen a dog chase a cat, but that's about it. It's almost like watching a nature program. I'm not likely to interfere with nature. I dont walk up to the television to try stop the lion from eating the gazelle. No, I watch since men have this weird almost inevitable fascination with fighting animals. Seeing this was almost like watching a nature program. It's all new to me. So you tiny whore with dog, you manage yourself. You're on their property.

I dont even know why people buy big dogs. I believe there should be some sort of regulation over the size of dog you can own. I mean come on, this woman looked like she weighed about 110 lbs and could barely lift a crate of light bulbs. And yet, she's walking in the street with one of the feistiest dogs on the earth. It's like a person, trying to live in a studio apartment with 40 cats or 2 great danes. Granted, if the person was a tall strong person, then yeah, they could manage the dogs. But this woman cant even control her dog. Lest even put on it's collar properly. It had also slipped out of it's collar. I watched as she slipped it on, over its ears easily.

As she walked into the depths of hell, she stopped by one of my friend's neighbors and told the whole story from her viewpoint. *gaah! what a bitch!* And then she drove off to her cow shed on bay farm. I still cant get over the fact that people drive their dogs to their walkies now. What is this world coming to? I thought there was a ban on bulldogs and boxers. They're known as fierce animals. Yet this tiny woman has one. Honestly, who would have won? My friend's smaller Jack Russell Terrier? or her Larger Boxer? From what I know, his dog is very friendly. After the initial barking, he's calm and has those puppy dog eyes when I sit at their table.

She had the Chutzbah to call Animal Control afterwards.

Handless Christian

There technically is no purpose. I just thought the fact that his hand dissappeared during the photo was fascinating.

Happy Festivus!

Now folks, It's that time of year again. Where we get our poles out. No, not that one you perverts, the aluminum pole of festivus. To stand and aire our grievences and finally let things off our chest!. Here's Drafting 2's Festivus pole.

Haha!

Well folks, i've gotten all my stuff back. My keys that I had lost on monday and my piano bag which I lost on last thursday. It's all home again.

weirdo...

Last night, leaving the restaurant we were eating in oakland before dropping me off at the school, a weird chinese man popped up in his toyota and said: hello. But this is the thing. He said it in such a creepy way, you couldnt help but laugh. I laughed for about 1/2 an hour or so before the play. That was funny....

Stupid Bad Awful day

Hey folks, I've lost my piano book bag. I'm so god damn mad about it. I dont know what'll happen. Espically with my joplin book inside it.

Why I own a Stanturd shirt

I know, I know, it's a horrible thing that I own one. Of all people, I should own both sweatshirt and tshirt. I'm ashamed so dont blame me. It was last year. I had come home to my mother and she said: Oh look what I got you for 10 dollars. A Stanturd shirt and a matching tshirt. Back then, I was happy to get anything collegiate. Now, everyone knows i'm a bears fan.... but... How could I? Well, there are several options. Write the words: Sucks underneath Stanford as well as correct the spelling to 'furd'.

Or, just never wear the shirts again.

Now, if only I can explain why I have a Notre Dame football jersey...

I need a change

Looking back through some old photographs made me realize... I need new glasses. I've had my old ones for possibly two years and then some! I remember fantasizing about getting new glasses by the time Olivia's wedding rolled around. I dont remember if I wore them yet. But now, two years later. I need a change. And a Change I shall have!

Open Letters:

Dear Bus Riders

I find it annoying that you somehow, as one person, manage to take up four whole seats. And not share either

You are mean.

-Zach

Dear timid Bus Riders

You are a bunch of wusses for not taking over those four seats that one kid is taking up.

Go home and face the mirror and slap yourself

-Zach

Dear Ms. second grade teacher

Thank you for teaching me Cursive

I never use it

-Zach

Dear School repairmen

Hurry up

-Zach

Dear person in hallway

Thank you for walking like your feet are made of lead and that you have to stop right in the middle of the hall to talk with a friend of yours.

Oh and thank you for your lack of academic passion hamper mine

-Zach

Dear piedgon people

Thanks for sitting at the base of the staircase causing people to pass through a narrow 9" gap between your massive asses.

You are fire hazards

-Zach

Dear blood lady

Thanks for sticking that needle in my arm

My arm is blue now

-Zach

Peeps i'm thankful for (late... very late)

Hey there super readers! Zach here with the second compiliation of thankfuls

Well, I thought. And thought.

And finally came up with a list of people

First, there's my cousin claudia. Sorry but I didnt have a real photo at the time.

Then there's Joris. Saved the band's ass he did. Awesome accent too.

Well now... Miss Peliala Collins always kept me company in Mr. Gross's Class

The one woman who set me straight in terms of getting the job done

If there's any I should be truly thankful for, its this guy. He completley changed me as a person. The old me used to be hecka shy and timid. He changed me into what I am today

You probably cant tell, but theres a bunch of people in this one. Lets see, we got both Dans (back row, 2nd and 3rd from right. Eunnah, Gina, Phebe, Allison, et al

This man is my senpai. Show him a bit of respect, and he'll throw sugar at you

This is Lisa. Awesome guitar player, and strange at times.

This my friends is Sally Brownson. She is an amazing person. Kinda like me in some senses. Not sure if her mind is filled with trivial knowledge though...

Le Skankique, Marc. Hi Fyve!

My other first clarinet. Theresa!

Hooday Crooczes! Haha, just Judy. Danny nursed her back to health.

Stephanie (right). She's a totally awesome person. Without her, I'd probably still would have been stuck in Hardin's class. Doing Stoichemetry. Bleeagh...

Hah, Ashton and Courtney. They're good friends

Steven. Ah Steven. Lemme copy off your paper

Ex wife: Saddaf. Fun times never ended with her

Aw... John and Kelly. They're so cute together. They always brighten my day

Yah, brief overview of the people

Arturo Hector Blazquez. My friend since Kindergarten. He's always been there. Well, not really but who cares? Now, he's all cool with his judo.

Keely, I dont know why, but she just is. (ref: cottonballs)

So there you have it. People i'm thankful for.

I'M DONE!!!

Hello world, I'm done!

Today, I sent off my UC applications, my SAT scores, my ACT scores. I've already sent my CSU apps, but what the hey. YAY!!

More on this tomorrow

Egg Nog

Is the shit. Why havent I had it before 2000? I always thought it disgusting until that one day. The sweet sip of cholestrol and yummy goodness. Oh god, I just want some now.

I'm this much closer

Almost ready to send in my personal statements and send my SAT scores!

What I'm thankful for

Hm... Its that time of year again. To think of what I am thankful for...

Oh! Awesome Free Giant desk and Vernier thingy!

Electric Guitars!

This Handy Box for storing all my day to day junk in

Cheap football jersey!

Pulleys. Without them, I'd be using the freaking stairs.

Cotton Balls. I dont know why, but I just am.

Indoor Plumbing. Who in their right mind isint?

Shaver-majigs. Without these, i'd be pretty much at the exact same spot

Towels! I use like 3 every day

My pianos. Without these, i'd probably would have been more academically focused.

And my Compy! Without you man, i'd be incomplete. Like Sonny Coreleone without the bullets.

Happy Turkish Day everyone!

Funny, how does a nation get the name turkey, yet have barely any turkeys to begin with? Now we americans came here and ate as much humanly possible and stuiply, we missed when we were aiming at turkeys and ended up shooting a buffalo. Then, I suppose we thought they were easier to shoot than Hitlers so we went on a buffalo genocide and thankfully, Hitler stopped long enough for us to start shooting at him.

Yes I know, as a history buff, its difficult to write this drivel without being burned on the inside *wink wink nudge nudge*

FIFA: HAHA

Remember my old ass post? From uh... before the Junior Prom one? Well, I found the female counterpart of it. The Original picture can be seen here

No help

So i'm writing one of my personal statements. I'm really behind with these things and my mom walks in and starts reading it. You know how some people are rather touchy about what they write and when to "showcase" it. Well, she started critizing it. Calling me wishy washy and unsure. She has no faith in me. Its annoying. I dont know the right words to use and she's saying all this stuff about how I cant do this or that's stupid or how she's never heard of this or that. I want to build guitars in later life with a friend. Open up a small business, be happy. But no, all she sees is push push push. I bet she doesnt even know what I want to be. I want to take full advantage of an acoustic career. Understanding how sound travels through this or that. Or how it passes through this and that. Not standing at the recieving end of a stream of harsh words. It doesnt help. Its always yelling when it comes to helping me.

"How should I write this?"
"go do you essay"

"I wanna do something involved with engineering and sound"
"that's stupid. never heard of it"

It makes me so frustrated when i'm trying to write and she's there breathing down my neck. She's expecting me to write some perfect paper like Jasmine or something. I'm not her mother. I'm not that trophy child you're expecting to raise. Give over. I wanna grow up, make a decent living of myself, maybe get married, have a nice little family and buy a house someday. I dont want to be some millionaire like you expect. But I might be harsh on her. Sure she's been some help in terms of giving my essay to other people to look at. But other than that, I think for now, all I can remember is yelling.

On: It makes me Sad

Yes, americans have lost touch with themselves in that we refuse to accept any sense of pride in our country. We take a simple object such as our flag, and turn it into a symbol of everything it doesnt mean. In the 60s, people burned flags. I dont know the real reason but I would say they took it to represent the military and no people, it doesnt represent the military, nor the ideals of the country's administration. It represents the union of states founded upon the principals of equality and freedom. Sure the meaning got squashed around a bit over time, but thats because of the administrations of the times. People, if an old man with a little US flag stands for the military because he fought with them and for them, please show some respect.

It makes me sad

The Host family from Hell

Read all about it:

HERE


Aparently, this Polish exchange student, Michael, got stuck with some Christian Fundamentalists.



From: Spiegel.de

Le Doggie et Cheffie

HAPPY 100!!

Well, this is post 100 so I thought i'd celebrate by posting my accent type:

What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
Philadelphia
The South
The Northeast
The Inland North
Boston
The West
North Central
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Gene Sheldon Classic Tenor Banjo on Jackie Gleason Show

A true master comedian knows how to play banjo.

Alameda WON! The Island Bowl!!

*dance dance dance*

Allright Hornets! We beat the jets into a pulp with a bloody battle with victory for the white and gold. 31 to zero, thirty-one love, 31 naught, 31 zip, 31 nil, 31-0, thirrry-un to cerro.

Say it however you want, we ran the jets into the dog poop spread out over thompson...

MUAHAHAHAHA!!

On an even more evil note, EHS's Kenese Pedro (formerly AHS) was pulled from the game for unsportsmanlike conduct.


Damn! Damn! Damn!!

It's too late to start up the straw hat band. In terms of playing home football games. Since we made it to the playoffs. But theres other sports.

Post: I

In the beginning, there was nothing

Once it became now, there was too much crap to deal with

Ah our world, a fetid growth of mold and humans.

The industry of domination is big round these parts. Or so it seems

Nothing is ever the same as it was before.

That used to be a house,

Now its a starbucks.

Goodjob industry. You've displaced a family for a small shop

Over there, used to be Dr. Hornby's mansion. Now its an apartment

Good job 1960! You've torn down historically significant houses of Alameda

And in its place, put the soul devoid and butt ugly apartments of disgust

How is doing that... Ever a good idea?

Why dont we tear down your fucking mansion and stick a starbucks or a walmart there!

Hm!


So citizens. Support local businesses and history. Dont let industry get the best of you.

Cool Eye Maker

Goodnight world

I sit here at my station. Sitting, writing, composing my thoughts into electrical impulses. And those into gestures and the gestures into physical work and interactions, etc. etc. etc.

I'm finding that the world was never really the happy, go lucky, cotton candy and laffy taffy world I always believed it to be. People who I always thought were awesome in nature, are nothing more than mere false gods, stripped of their marble and roman numerals. These are real, ordinary... did I mention real? Real people. I never got to know the person who really exists in a person.

Am I that shallow? To sit here and live life as I've seen it though the rose colored glasses? To dance about the maypole everyday, celebrating the status quo. Never questioning, never asking, never knowing.

So, i'm going to mull and let it stew. Goodnight world, we shall meet again.

Saddam!

They've reached a verdict! Death!!! Woooot!

It

She called today. I was working at my desk when it happened. It started out as a text, then a call then a conversation was born. We talked a little, how people suck and our views of immigrants (illegal) are alike. Then, the ladythings happened. I sat there. Waiting for a response. I sat there. Listening to nothing. I sat there. Listening to several girls chatting. She came back. We closed it off and went our seperate ways. Her, a nap for the day. Me, more computer things.

I began to grow tired of browsing the internet, yet the only other possibility of work was to do homework. I put it aside and continued to browse blindly. Checking all my old sites, nothing new. A heavy sigh. The bears game is on. Awesome, Cal in the lead.

Dinner, a clash of spicy, salty and soupy.

A return home. Bears won. Hands down. Quiet rest of day I spent. There was a Steve McQueen movie on so I watched that. Not bad. Pretty cool.

My thoughts dwell on her at all times. I couldnt put her out of my mind. She's still there as I write.

awhile

So yeah, its been awhile. Happy halloween everyone! So today, we began building pumpkins in sweets class. For the first time, I felt rather disoriented.

Now we're kookin' wit gas!

So after getting a stern talking to:

Transcript:

"Ok, from here on out, no more nagging. We're not helping you get into college"

from my parents, I set off to prove them wrong. And that I would get into the colleges of my choice. I shall shake my fist at them while sipping martinis from a residental tower at Cal Poly! Muahaha!

Cal Game: 102106

So today, the Brownsons took me out to the Cal game against washington! I got to meet Sally's little friend, Donatello or Bits as Sally refers to her. They're always so nice to me. At the game, the bears were rather sloppy in the first half. But then, the cheer in today's Snoopy came to me: Woof woof, arf, arf, get them in the second harf! then the bears began gaining ground again. Mostly the work of Defence though. Longshore's passes kept overshooting his intended targets and it took them a while to start passing the ball short distances. When the bears did catch a long ball, they seemed to get overzealous and screw it up and the ball ended up back in the huskie's hands. But the second half, the Bears began to score alot and 4 seconds on the clock, Cal is up 24 to 17. The huskies pass, three bearsmen go for it, but it slips out and a Husky grabs it and touchdown, 24:24. Damn overtime but thank god we went for the 2 points after. Bears first, touchdown! Huskies turn, interception! the Bears got the ball! The BEARS got the BALL! and down at the Washington 25 yard line! THE BEARS HAVE WON!! THE BEARS WON!! *hands slapping* Yelling* Screaming* hugging* But wait... no one has charged the field... wtf... I've yet to see a field charge. This time, thankfully no one got lost, espically Bits which would have been pretty troublesome. On another note, Sally spilled diet soda on me. She'd better be thankful its got barely any soda and the stuff wasnt sticky... that much... *evil grin*

So Happy by myself

Aha! I'm so happy! ^__^ Last night, I put together my envelope: complete with letter and photograph and the package for her. One slightly used High School Football jeresey. I just feel happy that i'm making her happy by sending her mail. Which reminds me. I havent gotten mail for awhile... v__v

GOD DAMMIT!!!K!HKJ!KL:!KL!:!!

>:[ GOD DAMMIT!! I HATE MR. HARDIN's CHEMISTRY CLASS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOIGN ON HALF THE TIME! THE CLASS MAKES NO SENSE AND I JUST FEEL LIKE YELLING:

DAMMIT!OIHD:IOFH:IL@:IOJ:IFHDISOHSDF:DSJKM<>

The girl that sat there...

On saturday morning, I was subject to the subject tests for the SATs. God I hate taking tests. But anyways, down to the meaty bits of this entry. I was to take my test inside the Media Center of my high school and there was this girl who was sitting at the table on my left. I looked at her. She looked just like this one girl in Allentown I have a crush on. As I took my test, I couldnt help but look at her whenever I had the chance. God she was beautiful. Sadly, I probably wont see her again since i've never seen her at AHS before nor does she attend AHS. Her shirt said St. Ignatius Volleyball and dejected, I slunked off as I finished my tests. But on the plus side, I went to the 13th annual classic car show on Park St. Which was totally fun! Photos of that event

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Personal Statements

I began to work on them. They're really hard to write!

Amazing photos

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1910 flood of paris

25 Signs you've grown Up

25 Signs That, Sadly, You've Grown Up Your house plants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question. You keep more food than beer in the fridge. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed. You hear your favorite song on an elevator. You watch the Weather Channel. Your friends marry and divorce instead of hook up and break up. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up." You're the one calling the police because those damn kids next door won't turn down the stereo. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore. Your car insurance goes down and your payments go up. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds leftovers. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt. You no longer take naps from noon to 6 PM. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather than settle your stomach. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff". You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time. "I just can't drink the way I used to," replaces, "I'm never going to drink that much again." 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save Your sorry old ass.

just great

now what am I going to do? Gabbi's got the upper hand when it comes to giving gifts. I couldnt pick out things for girls if my life depended on it. I'm screwed beyond the point of yeah... Grrrr!

just great

now what am I going to do? Gabbi's got the upper hand when it comes to giving gifts. I couldnt pick out things for girls if my life depended on it. I'm screwed beyond the point of yeah... Grrrr!

Thuggin?

I just looked at someone's myspace. Somehow this little 5'3" person thinks he's a thug. He wrote a bulletin all thuggy. The word Ass was predominate along side with the word kick. Then to top it off, he also added: Dont go messaging me cause you know what you did. No we dont you dumb imbicile! The whole purpose is to inform us that something happened to your car. Not to accuse us. If you want to inform that something happened to your car, then tell us. Dont be a whiny little bitch about it. How the hell do we know, do we care about your car? And another thing, next time you're in a book store, which might be never, pick up a dictionary. Your message is riddled with grammatical errors.

Oh and one more thing. Before you plan on kicking the "sht" out of us, grow some balls and handle a situation more adult like rather than starting a fight with some random person.

Heh... MS Word

From Craigs list:

Dear Microsoft Word,

Here are a few tips for you.

1.) Don’t ask me if I want help when I’m writing a letter TO YOU at 2:48am.

2.) Don’t do that stupid auto-format shit you just did when I hit enter after I typed “am.” That always messes up my outlines because apparently we don’t have the same style. I go “I.” then “A.” then “1.” then “a.” OK? I don’t want to print my fucking outline at 5am after I’ve worked on it all night and suddenly notice that my shit is all fucked up and you literally WON’T let me fix it. I have to have to wrestle you like a psycho bitch to get you to let me type how I want to. I get A’s in school, ok? Teachers like my outlines the way I do them. I’m sorry.

3.) My teachers want one inch margins. I know, it sucks, but they think I’m a slacker when you slyly auto-fuck with my margins. YOU’RE the slacker, asshole!!!

4.) If I’m writing a ten page paper about, oh, say rhetorical discourse, and I’m on page nine and we’ve (you and I) have been working together for about five hours and I suddenly type “rheotoric,” can’t you REMEMBER that I have correctly typed “rhetoric” nine thousand times by this point and just fucking fix it for me? I have a laptop. Right clicks on those are annoying as shit.

5.) Your dictionary/thesaurus is missing SO MANY fucking words! What’s up with that?

6.) When I hit “print preview” you really should let me actually EDIT there, too. Print preview means, ok, I’m gonna look it over one more time and see if it’s all good. When I notice something’s fucked up, I have to close print preview to go back and search for it to fix it. C’mon.

7.) When you say something is spelled wrong but really it’s just a word you haven’t learned yet, (it’s ok) and I fix it for you before I type anything else, you switch it back to being wrong! Fuck you is that annoying!

8.) Sometimes, I am just right with the grammar and you’re not.

9.) Is it going to hurt my eyes to see the whole damn menu if I click on File or Edit? What are you ashamed of?

10.) I’m sorry I have been such a rude bitch. We have had great times together, and overall you’re thesaurus has made me sound much smarter than I am in many, many papers. Also, I love it when you track my changes. That’s so sexy. And who can forgot Courier New, to turn a seven page paper into ten! Thank you!

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I laughed and I meant it

Today, I had gone out for dinner in Hayward. But along the way, we had to stop in San Lorenzo to pick up a few things. But on the offramp, I noticed this car pulled onto the shoulder. It's one of those pimped out cars with massive 22" rims and custom paint job. But something was wrong. A can of something was attached to its front tire. Oh, it's one of those compressed air things... But both his tires are flat. I laughed out loud for once (rare since I lost the ability to laugh alot* There's nothing he can do about it. Since taking off the rim is out of the question, he'd have to take off the entire unit, mod the brakes and lug his tire into the back of his custom suede lined trunk. You obviously dont think sir, that when you buy tires that thin, you cant change them when they go flat. And another thing, what's the point of buying tires like that if you dont ever race your car? They go flat easily and for another thing, your XXXXXXXXL tshirt looks like everyone else's. You think you're that cool? You think you're an individual and unique? You are in some ways, but you're just another fucking sheep in the world. Who idolizes rappers and not scientists. You suck. You have no mind of your own and you spend more on your car than your girlfriend. I bet those 2000 dollar rims wont do any good now eh? Last I heard, you took your girlfriend out for dinner. At a burrito shop. In Oakland. Oh Snap! Hahah, Sir, like Mr. Galawy, I laugh in your face. I laugh in the face of danger. I laugh because I hate your culture and the stupidty it brings on today's youths. And on the way out, I noticed how you had to get your friend in the football jersey with sleeves longer than his arms to pick you up in his 82 Celica. How pathetic. You spent 2000 on rims which you only enjoy by looking at and getting curb appeal, 84 cents on a "romantic" dinner with your "dressed like a ho" girlfriend who probably whines about everything, and 10 bucks for "groceries" *imitates sniffing noises* So get a job, stop tricking out your car. It's not a good car. It's a freaking buick. It's like putting spinners on a VW beetle. It sucks beyond all relief. Oh and next time, dont buy your clothes at places for Big and Tall. Cause you aint neither of them.

Driving

I finally can drive! I suck at parking ^__^!!!

heh, I almost hit cars today!

Oh, I got a webcam at long last..

Muni Vs. AC Transit

Muni:

VanNess & Ellis Ave (939)

take the 47 or 49 to California, walk up one block to sacramento Ave

catch number 1 Geary & 33

Get off at 28th ave and walk to grandmama's

Trip distance on foot: appx - .5 mi
Trip distance total: appx - 4.2 mi
Trip Time total: appx: 50 minuites

SAME DESTINATION,


Walk to Fillmore and Geary
Catch 38 Ocean beach or VA hospital
Get off at 28th Ave
Walk to Grandmama's

Trip distance on foot: appx - .75 mi
Trip distance total: exact - 4 mi
Trip time total - 40 minuites +/- 5 minuites
Time wasted at bus stop/s: 10 minuites



AC TRANSIT:

Walk from Morton and San Antonio to Morton and Santa Clara
Catch O or 51
Get off at Park station
Catch 50
Get off at Fire Station
Walk Home

Trip on Foot distance: 1.2 mi
Total Trip distance: 3.5 mi
Trip time: 40 minuites
Time wasted at bus stops: 40 minuites


I HATE AC TRANSIT!!!

I'd like to take some time to honor a friend's father who recently passed away. Mr. Brownson, although we didnt know each other or ever talk, I know you must have been a good father to produce two wonderful children like Daniel and Sally. Sir, please rest in peace and know that the AHS music department gives you their condolences.

The largest crock of shyt AKA New Age Healing

Howdy, y'll. You can tell by my title, that I hate New Age techniques. Who ever heard of aromatherapy being a "legit" form of treatment? God you people, you have scientists rolling around in their graves. Understandably, not all synthetics are good, but when you turn to eating roots some man in a tunic and a ponytail dug from his yard. How the hell do you even know if the root is ok to even eat? What if the root came from an Oleander bush? What then!? You'd be flat on your back pushing up daisies. Understandable, that the chinese practiced herbal medicines. But that's all that was available. And they were good at it too! They at least went through the trouble of understanding how it reacts and what happens if you use it. But nowadays, we're just scammers and con artists. It's late, I'm off to bed.

VOSS

It's rather interesting. I just had some recently.

Ungh..

We're going through another rough time together... It's just that... *sigh* I dont know what to do anymore..

An Open Letter (two of 'em)

Dear lady on bus route 38L,

I understand that you get into the mood listening to your music. But when you start making annoying gestures, other commuters find it uncomfortable to sit around and watch you jerk your head forward and backwards. Also, the bug eyed sunglasses dont look good on you. Also, if you'd turn down the volume and let your eardrums recover, you'll notice the bus was quiet. But you had to start mumbling words off key and banging your foot on the floor. My advice, get doc martins. Those wont make any noise. And also, leave the ipod at home once in awhile...

Z


Dear guy with sunglasses at 25th avenue bus stop

You are a moron. I saw you try to open the back door with your hands, but obviously, the buses now employ a hydraulic lock to keep people like you and other fare-evaders out. If the big signs with the *STOP* DO NOT ENTER FROM REAR DOORS tip you off, then the back of the ticket should. You will be FINED! FINED! now that money could have bought you a pair of sunglasses or some decent shoes, but you seem miffed over buck fifty. Oh and next time, have your money ready and stop wasting my time in line at the money machine.

Z

Dear Russian woman on the 38 Ocean Beach

The man cant find 50 cents. Get over it. There's no need to take it out on him like that. Drivers are usually nice and let the person ride free. And you scolded an old man! You spent 5 minutes of my life waiting at 17th avenue. You shouted at him so long, the lights changed. Twice. You even pushed away the young man who tried to give him the bus fare. God, you are a genuine bi***. You know that don't you. And I know what you mean in your Cyrillic tounges. I said Geprobulgh..

Z

Well....

So yeah, I was... damn. I hate it when I forget what I was going to blog about. I had a really good idea earlier... somewhere... Fu** I just cant...

breakdown

Now it happens... 12 years after his death that I start to cry. Thinking about it, and talking about it... I'm ashamed of myself. I was excited to be riding in a limo, not knowing that everyone else was in grief over the death of my grandfather... At that time, I was young and barely was in touch with my feelings. I'd only cry when I'd get hurt, but not when someone died. I still had no idea what dying meant...

Today was rather depressing... Talking with some people out in Penn., about the death of her fiance/boy friend and how he was shot. The drugs killed him. Then I start talking with Kim to find out that their cats are being kicked out and might be put down... I start talking with her and talk about my grandfather... Before I did, I wasnt sure what direction to move in... I start to cry, a little at a time then I just broke down. Holding in the feelings living my life with only one grandfather... not cool. No one should ever lose a loved one to lung cancer, but that's their style of life. To date, I believe he should be about... 85... I cant go on...

AHA!

I found a loop hole! I found a loop hole! I found a loop hole!

*dances and sings*

You might wonder what lil ol' me might be so happy about. I figured out a way to get my liscence. If I actually had decided to make a post at 11:40, it would have been rather depressed and emo'y about how I cant get my liscence until 18. Which I cant. But anyways... Thanks to a beautiful angel by the name of Lauren, i've developed a sure fire method on how to get my liscence in the next 8 months or so. My 17 & 1/2 birthday isint until a few days, but until then, i'm going to study the manual from top to bottom. Then on or after my 17 1/2 birthday, i'm going to take the permit test. At that age, a verification of DE/DT is not required to get the permit. So now I'll have a permit! Granted if I pass the test. So the six months until my birthday, will be devoted to learning to drive and practicing. And once my birthday rolls round, I can get my liscence straight up since it's not necessary to bog a legal Adult with the necessity of taking Driver's Ed or Training. But i'ma going to have to take training anyways. So Fingers crossed and i'll have my liscence soon!

eeep!

I just have to say... the spiders are getting freakishly huge this summer in my house. The other day, I had to kill one the size of a walnut. Literally. Not one of those daddy long leg ones... I get ones the size of tennis balls here. But those ordinary little black house spiders. But this one was huge. it was shaking it's ass at us and wiggling it's fangs around at us threatening to ruin the breakfast cooking on the stove...

Science Quotes...

I cant help but find these funny. I'm going to use one for senior quote

"I have a sore throat."
2000 BC : "eat this root"
1200 AD : "That root is heathen, say this prayer."
1500 AD : "That prayer is superstition, drink this elixir."
1800 AD : "That elixir is snake oil, Take this pill."
1900 AD : "That pill is ineffective, Take this antibiotic."
2000 AD : "That antibiotic is artificial, Here why dont you eat this root." — A short history of medecine.

"All that glitters is not gold, but at least it contains free electrons."

"As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life — so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls." — Matt Cartmill.

"Keep your stickers out of my science book; I don't paste crap in your bible."

the AOL search archives

Users in the comments are pissed off at the idea that people can be arrested for planning a crime like murder, calling it minority report like. I ask you why is it that americans have no problems arresting people that are planning or researching how to conduct terrorist attacks? Yet if a person plans on killing his wife that is ok, until he actually does it? How many people do you have to plan on killing before its ok for a company like AOL to hand your records over to the government? I am not taking sides, I’m just pointing out the obvious double standard. This story will open a can of worms, and will decide just how private your data online really is.

http://research.aol.com released a list of 20 million + searches by 500,000 AOL users. Contained in this list are social security numbers, credit cards and other personal information. There are some truly scary things in this database.

There are hundreds of searches from people looking to kill themselves and even more scary are searches from users that seem to be looking to commit murder.

Check out the search history for user 17556639, most recent search is at the bottom of the list.. Does this look like the search history of a user wanting to do something bad?

17556639 how to kill your wife
17556639 how to kill your wife
17556639 wife killer
17556639 how to kill a wife
17556639 poop
17556639 dead people
17556639 pictures of dead people
17556639 killed people
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 dead pictures
17556639 murder photo
17556639 steak and cheese
17556639 photo of death
17556639 photo of death
17556639 death
17556639 dead people photos
17556639 photo of dead people
17556639 www.murderdpeople.com
17556639 decapatated photos
17556639 decapatated photos
17556639 car crashes3
17556639 car crashes3
17556639 car crash photo

This is the very data that google won a legal battle to keep from the government. What is going to happen to the search industry now? What are peoples privacy rights? If people are using AOL to search for ways of killing their spouse what should be done about it?

I think because of the data contained in these search results the government is going to be taking a lot closer look at the search industry and things will definitely change.

Techcrunch has more on it here talking about the stupidity and coming fallout that AOL is facing..

Courtesy of: The Paradigm Shift

Magic Bum

Today on McAllister st, I was walking up to my office when I came across a bum. He was wearing and most likely still is wearing a purple satin baseball jacket. He carried a cane and seemed like most bums. But when I walked by, he took his cane and poked a door kick on the courthouse building. He asked the door... "Is that some kind of Heat refelction ray?". I was all like: WTF? So yeah... As I left, he added: Does it give off magic heat? Cause my radioactive jacket can deflect it..."

I bought aviator sunglasses for my little brother's bday...

Finish and Start of: Space for Nothing

So i'm going to ramble today about the needless amount of waste Americans go through each year. When it comes to either cars, housing or storage space. But i'm mostly going to bitch about the first two mostly because storage space is actually used *gasp* what a shocker!

I can remember back to about 1995 or so. But not entirely. It was a time when cars no bigger than a big screen tv dominated the scene. Cars that existed were more like the toyota camery and honda civics. These were small cars then. But look at today. Modern society has turned us into shopping machines. If you take notice, or watch cribs on MTV, you'll see one person who owns like 5 or 6 expensive large cars. Now, that's alot of cars for one person to own. But when you're made like that, sure why not? But is it economical? No. People have begun a new trend of buying more than you can afford. These people get poor work and yet, they're buying a 40,000 dollar car and adding 10000 dollars worth of wheels, stereos and whatchamacllits. Who needs a freaking TV on the side of your car? The people of this nation must learn to utilize money and space as well as the earth grows smaller and smaller each day with every person born. Out on the freeways, the majority of cars are sedans, but for every three sedans on the road is about 1 SUV. And when you pass by one of these cars, you see just one driver. Sometimes a really thin looking girl. Kinda like a latino whore or something. With the bikini strap and big ass sunglasses. But aside the point. These small persons are driving cars like the big chevys or GMCs or Cadillacs. There is no point for people to own cars like this. There is one person at Alameda High I would put on the pedastal for a moment. A rich girl who shall remain nameless. I've seen her drive a large chevy suburban down the street completly alone. She even almost ran me over once on Tybourne. Reckless driving kills people. Even her brother who crashed his 50,000 dollar car, just like that. Purchased a new one. The gangster life is just a fad. Do these people have any idea how fugging stupid they look in big ass sunglasses and wearing panty hose on their heads. No offense to any of my friends who may be one of these "characters". But I digress onto another topic. The sort of people who buy these large vehicles. Without a doubt will never need all the space. Unless one day, they end up driving around dead bodies or robbing a bank.

Onto the topic of housing. In the past 10 years, there has been a massive housing boom. Why? Because of all the wealth held by the upper percentile of the wealthy in the nation are buying second homes. Second. Let me say. Sure it's nice being able to sleep in your own sheets and bed somewhere else. But that's what a timeshare is for as well. With this new growth of wealth in a medium sized percentage of americans, they've decided to take the opportunity to excercise the wealth by purhcasing more and more of America itself and squeezing the poor into further poverty. Cause and Effect. The rich purchase more land and housing making it difficult for the poor to get by and still live in houses. Sometimes, the 2nd home is more expensive and not even lived in. In Hawaii, on the way to Kiholo bay, you had to walk past this giant yellow colored mansion. There were hammocks stretched out on trees and what not on the beach. But was the person enjoying this wealth? No! He probably wasnt even there at all. The good Hawaiian government luckily made it against the law to purchase a beach in Hawaii. But we know how shrwed some of the rich are. They extend their properties right to the edge of the beach to prevent people from reaching the beach. By purchasing the land around the beach, the persons going to the beach are forced to go around through wild scrub and not trespass at all.

So America, your land of freedom and wealth. Have your people become any better? Yes and No. Your childrenhave embraced civil rights and equality. But not the rights of everyone to access the nation's wealth of beauty and landscapes. But I digress... So americans. Make use of your money. Dont spend it on vehicles and housing. Buy a gun. Makes a great holiday gift.

insomnia

I think i have it. Ever since i came home, i cant sleep. Also, my use of the capital "i" has died along side...

vacation

Enjoy yourselves while i'm on vacation for the next week and a day. I'll be back by the 28th so dont miss me too much...

I killed something pregnant!

Oh yuck...

I'm working in the atrium by my window today. I 'm just clearing dirt from the house walls when I find a roly-poly bug to play with. So i'm rather fascinated by it. Whoops... I drop it several times... And then I start flinging it in the air and it hitting the shovel when it lands. Seems fun. But usually... the roly polies would curl up into balls when they're being attacked. I thought that seemed odd so when it stopped moving alot and it was on its back, i took a twig and poked it's stomach.

What happened next made me sick beyond relief. The stick pierced its stomach releasing a small amout of fluids and little white roly polies. I realized then, I killed a pregnant roly poly. But another oddity. They began to move around and started walking all over the spade. My mom has a good look at them and then I set to killing them as well. So either, it's a mass murder or a genocide. You decide. Was me killing roly polies genocide or murder? Young baby r-p's. Think about it. Sure they're just babies... but they're gross and disgusting as well as garden pests...

On a lighter note, My mom ripped out a timer box from the wall and we found a whole bunch of rolie polies with their color sucked out thanks to a giant spider we found under the box.

Space for Nothing

I've begun to notice a large and very costly trend spreading throughout the entire nation. A new craze that has spread through the entire minds of several and the majority of citizens. The need to purchase space that would never be used.

I'm tired. I'll continute tomorrow...

musicgasms

Last night, Zach took me to the symphony! :D

so, first off, i had to put MY OWN makeup on... D: that was bad... then when i wasnt even done, HE SHOWED UP to pick me up! D: i was not ready at all.. then his mom dropped us off at the

shit happens

It really does when you think about it. You take shits when you need to, and you get the shits when you eat really gross food. But one thing i've noticed the past few weeks. Ever since me and Kim started dating, we based things that are very very similar between us as "orange". So with that in mind, we really start to notice how orange the world is. Traffic cones which you could only give a second thought about started to appear everywhere. Construction vehicles were orange, as were signs and buttons and clothes. A blog I regularly haunt: www.cynical-c.com came out with a startling article that stunned me. The Baader-Meinhof Phenemonom. And I quote: " You may have heard about Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon before. In fact, you probably learned about it for the first time very recently. If not, then you just might hear about it again very soon. Baader-Meinhof is the phenomenon where one happens upon some obscure piece of information– often an unfamiliar word or name– and soon afterwards encounters the same subject again, often repeatedly. Anytime the phrase "That's so weird, I just heard about that the other day" would be appropriate, the utterer is hip-deep in Baader-Meinhof." So that's the jist of it. It's truly real.

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