Aurora, you cheeky little bastard!!

Ya know, I am a pretty low-key individual, but for godsakes.... why on earth is there a need for people to construct ingenious ways to spout advertisements while you are online? It really drives me up the wall. At anyrate, I am sure some of you will be very aquainted with my new friend Aurora. She pops up all the time to say herro, and she be ugly. Not only does she bring with her some flashy add friends, she seems to like to invent hilarious .exe files.
Files, that when you search for seem to just disappear like the Aurora Borealis.. fitting name eh?
Well, I think I got rid of it and if I have, I'll post how. However, I have a knack for making small problems gigantically larger, so I am gonna hold off on posting till I am sure I got it axed.

On to happier business!!!

Today my family had our Seder.. (that's right I'm part of the tribe, and I got the scar to prove it!!)
The Seder is the dinner held during the festival of Passover. Not to bore you with the details I'll give ya the short story:

Enterprising Jew goes to Egypt, deciphers Pharoh's dreams and emasses respect. Pharoh dies, new Pharoh gets a little antsy about the Hewbrew population and puts them to work building shit.
Workers get angry. Some dude (a man I call big MO) sees a flaming bush and hears a voice then goes back to free the slaves.
Big Mo says "Hey Notorious F.A.R.O, let my people GO!" That's right we Jews can now take claim to the first Gangster Rap song!!!!

F.A.R.O laughs. Big Mo sicks G-O-double-D on tha bastard. Ten Plagues later the Slaves are off 100 miles an runnin.

Back in his crib, the Pharoh decides he has way more stuff to build out of rock and sends his posse to haul the heebs back. Big Mo and the Tribe are wedged in between a big ass body of water and the Egyptian G-Unit haulin ass towards them. Now, any other day this would be the end, however Big Mo gives some props to G-O-double-D, who kindly parts the sea and the Tribe quests on.
Just to show who's top D.O.G, <--Say that backwards foo! as the Egyptians get half way to the end of the sea G-O-double-D drowns em while yelling the Hebrew equivalent of OWNED!!

So, like after all that the tribe wanders the desert for like 40years getting themsleves into more trouble... oh those crazy Isrealites!!

So, while not entirely or remotely factual, hopefully this gives you a better idea of Passover.. OH SNAP! I fergot, passover comes from the fact that while the angel of death was smoting the Egyptian's first born males (one of the plagues), the happy angel would passover the houses that were marked with lambs blood.. which oddly enough seemed to be only on the Tribe's houses.

So, if yer neighbour starts doin some odd shit... history tells you to do the same!!!

Also, did you know that when a male urinates, the fluid does a 180degree twist about 2cms out?


And you thought you'd never learn anything!!

Ra-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tah.......

Booyavard catering so good leave ya sayin blah-blah-blah!!

We worked it... needed more than wata!!!

Many thanks to Tatie, Ashley and Cathy!! Oh, and the dude that just showed up in a tux... he was mad help. I still can not believe that whole night did not turn into one big disaster. Also, I am wondering if I should put that I worked for one brief shining moment for the Boulevard Club on my resume.... probably not.

I apologize for the lack of postings, I've been a tad busy. Tomorrow, I have off. More hijinx to follow.

Again, THANKS GANG!!

I Swear to god you better be rubbing a lamp...

So... Im on the streetcar tonight, and well, damnit if it dont look like buddy fourseats infront of me is trying to ride his own rocket.

Thankfully I got off...... Uhhh,

What I mean to say is, soon after I noticed what looked to be the ol five knuckle shuffler, my stop came up and I exited. However, it got me to thinking, maybe he doing something else. Like, say, rubbing a magic lamp for instance. It could happen. Then I thought, what would I ask of the geenie? However, knowing my luck, I'd only get one wish. Still, I think I would ask to be able to speak/read/write etc. all languages. Wow, I can't even dream grandoise, oh well.

So yeah, I got nothing tonight, maybe my next update will be exciting!!!!

Ahh Nature........... (wait till yer home to click me..NSFW.. kinda)

Damn Hippies!

Anyway, today came and went. I imagine tomorrow will do the same. Other than that, I aint got squat for ya. Seriously, my mind is just kinda sitting there. "Type boy I dare ya!" Is about the only thing I can get out of it.

I was however viciously scolded by my other girlfriend Melly. That's her below the head of death. I know, I know, it is not a great picture, infact her glasses are usually far more "brighty" as she likes to call it. To get back to the scolding, she was quite upset at the lack of "Mellyness" on this here blog. So, we are on top with tha 'Scrop as her hood friends like to say.

You may be asking yourself.. "Hot Dayum Chewy, how you do it?! Two gals?! You put tha BIGitybomb in bigamy!!" Or maybe that's my inner voice again. I have a hard time keeping the voices straight. One thing is fo durn sure. That freakin geenie voice, the one that holds me down an tickles me while I sleep, all the while threatining to kill my monkey if I even so much as chuckle.... That voice blows, but the jokes on him, I got that monkey off my back years ago!!

Uhh, oh yeah, the two wimmin.. its like this, Melly is actually our old roomie, and is quite enamoured with a man who we shall call Tha Pitbull. Unfortunately for Mel, Tha Pitbull has like five jobs. So every saturday Ash and I get Melly for the night. She's a great guest, if yer ever lookin for one. You can set your clock by her. No matter what is going on, when that clock hits ten... Melly be sleepin. Tonight was different.... Mah girls cooked!! Some kind of stuffed chicken, and spicy yam. It was yummy, tres yummy infact. Good job girls!!

But, Ice Cube had mo Amps... git in B'ch..

So, like here I am gettin all freaky an stuff..... an by freaky I mean trying to create my own animated .GIF file. I did it too. With flash, it be somewhat easy, somewhat, considering my idea of using animation programs is a stack of post-its and a stickman. Anywho, having completed a really really lame dancing stick figure turns out I could not find anywhere to host it. Imagine that! Freakin free services!!!!

Oh well, enjoy the lil blue dude up top....

Or, Behold..... Little Ash....



Just try an touch her Ma'lt Liq'r.......... Cracka!!!

So.. THAT's what that means..........

Wow, Who knew playing with template settings could be sooooooooo damn fun.


I'll clean this up tomorrow....... honestly!

Would you like to learn some physics while you wait?

I for one, welcome our new ankle-biting-physic-teaching overlord.
Seriously... why? If I walk into a office and see a head on a desk that starts asking me stuff, I honestly do not know how I would react. I believe my first instinct would be to call Reiko Aylesworth, mind you after watching 24 that seems to be my solution for every problem. I can see the potential, I think, but, this is waaaaaaaaaaaay more than a voice recognition program. It be bad enough that you can no longer get a human on the phone when you call a company, now we are actually going to have to deal with mechanized secretaries (office administrators sorry).

Ok, maybe I am jumping on the hate technology bandwagon a tad too soon, but ya have to admit that has some seriously hilarious yet creepy possible outcomes. I pity tha lonley tech that tries to get a lil frisky with Eva.

Ego Suscipio.

Welcome!

This shall probably prove to be a interesting adventure in thought...right.

Bare with me as I try and figure all this out, or berate me, all reactions are valid.