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#66 - Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

mileswestwood — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 01:37:37 +0000

Piss off Shia Lebouf, piss off Spielberg and your fucking martian obsession and fuck off action sequences that defy the suspension of disbelief, IJATKOTCS is barely worthy of the time I just spent typing it's wretched acronym.

Karma Police

thevirtualvoyeur — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:46:01 +0000

Ok, I know it's not karma but I couldn't think of what it really is. So sue me. Seeing that is all the rage on the internet.

Thing 1 potty trained himself at 2 1/2 yrs old. I wasn't ready for it, but he was. And there was no looking back. I've seen moms have to struggle with PT'ing their kids and I'll admit I felt a little twinge of happiness that I didn't have to go through that.

Well, changing diapers pales in comaprison to wiping pee off the floor in the bathroom. I'd slab a diaper on Thing 1's ass till he was in college if I could. I'm so sick of getting on my hands and knees and scrubbing piss off the floor. BARF! The other day I walked into Thing 1's bathroom and it smelled like pee so bad. I srubbed it down, washed the little carpet things, and febreezed. Still smelled like pee. I went to scrub the shower while I was in there and that is when I saw it. He had peed in the damn shower! WTF! That's nasty as hell.

So, here I am in urine hell. With another little pisser waiting in the wings to begin his journey of pissing on the floor. But I'd put money that he will be a terror to potty train.

Promooooooo~ like a cow

Wen'diie — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 01:24:25 +0000

My sense of urgency is fianlly pinching me.

Check this out instant origami.include tutorial.

:) have fun learning ORIGAMIII

Malaysia with her 51'st anniversary. Today!

kentaizat — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 01:22:30 +0000

happy merdeka's day peeps !!

cheer !

(not going to celebrate it today, i wonder where is the patriotic parts of me ,, *never there*)

p/s: follow me on twitter!

p/ss: i am pissing off with 'about me section'

p/sss: damn flickr !! what is wrong with 99% in 10 minute for 192.9kb size picture?

p/ssss: OMG, i just change a new theme, when will people kindly ask me, do you need a domain? i hate wordpress theme!!

Hello World

Wen'diie — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 14:40:05 +0000

A beneficent note to illiberal stargazewithme.com seer.

De rigueur
-Not having nothing-better-to-reader,yarking and barking about my blog's statement.
-Readers may leave with whatever bullshit or cowshit wisecrack, but not on my face.
-This site is for me to rant my shit but not for viewer to rant their shit at me.
-Don't jump into shitty conclusion just because you/she/her/him/them had read my blog."I am an alien,I was brought up by my human parent" moron believe it.
-Neither do I yearn for such reader to boost my blog site or gain me fame.

Nonetheless,I am not just pointing to one people,it might be you/her/him/she/them/your best friend's dad's brother's sister's mother's aunt.

To end with it,hope you have a hedonic thrill viewing my site.Thank you.

Today went over to pay a visit to my beloved grandmother. :)

As usual..took random moments.

Purchase bottles of bubble.Yippee!!

Bubbbble!

Blow blow blow

And tada~ my cozy bed is summoning me! Good night:)

Ps:I love Janice!! Can't wait to give her a humongous ardent hug
Pss:Korea korea korea,hahahahah,mahehawwwwww
Psss:I AM GOONA BREAK DJ AX EXTREME CHALLENGES!!
Pssss:Bewarre,don't step onto my devil's tail.

Verloren gegen die Wand pinkeln

edithalisa — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:07:16 +0000

Wir wohnen in begehrter Lage, einem Loft, mit Zimmern- groß wie Tennisplätze-, einer grandiosen Fenstergalerie mit Sonntagsblick in den wolkenverhangenen Augusthimmel. Links, die Spitze des Fernsehturms, rechts Alleen und Weitblick. Wir mittendrin. Alles ist hip, heiß, kreativ, modern und nie gemäßigt. Morgens kann man barfuss über hundert Jahre altes Parkett tippeln, das neu riecht, der Balkon: eine Terrasse wie für Könige. Wir blicken auf denkmalgeschützten Backstein aus dem 19 Jahrhundert, wenn wir auf die andere Straßenseite sehn und sind mittags die ersten, die die Sonne wachkitzelt. Wir öffnen Flügeltüren mit vergoldeten Klinken und fühlen noch heute wie gestern der Jugendstil Einzug hielt. Man legt die Hand aufs Herz und denkt: Wunderbar!
Selten gibt es Probleme. Kaum der Rede wert. Die Eingangstür hat sich vor 30 Jahren selbst ausgehängt. Genauso lange kämpft der SPAR-Markt, Parterre, um Aufmerksamkeit. In seinen staubigen Regalen lümmeln Kümmerlinge und Klare für wenig Geld und davor Verlorene, die den Schrott erst kaufen und dann vernichten. Runter damit! Am besten in dem Gang hinter der ausgehängten Tür, der früher ein Hausflur war. Manchmal muss einer pullern und pisst gegen die Wand. Was oben reinkommt, muss unten wieder raus. Aber die Wohnungen sind herrlich geflutet. Es stört nicht, dass an jeder Tür Einbruchsspuren sind. Alte und neue, notdürftig verputzt. Die Aussicht entschuldigt Geräusche und die meisten Gerüche. Brechstangen brauchen einen starken Arm der sie führt und Pinkler müssen sich auch immer noch den Hosenstall selbst öffnen. Beides geht manchmal daneben. Ein Glück, dass die Wohnung nur neunhundertvierundsiebzig €uro kostet. Wir sind geborgen.

Bad Driving

kerplar — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 05:20:08 +0000

I hate bad drivers. Ironically I tend to lean more to the bad scale of driving though. BUT! The only thing I really do, is speed. Yes it's bad, sue me. What I really hate though, are the drivers in my town. I live in basically a retirement community. A small town on Vancouver Island, filled with old folks. They like to drive 10-20 km under the speed limit. FOR NO REASON. It makes no sense, I think they do it just to piss me off. Also, I am convinced half the population has never heard of a turn signal. They tend to do one of two things. Either don't signal at all, confusing the hell out of me when they slow down to turn. Or, they throw the turn signal on, half a second before they are going to turn, while at the same time slamming their brakes on, nearly causing countless possible accidents. Finally the last big thing that pisses me off, is people who drive the speed limit. Yes I know, they are just following the law, but please just drive 5-8 km faster. The 20 people backed up behind you would be a lot happier, if they didn't have to constantly tap their brakes to keep from going 51km/hr and smashing into the back of your car.

The Tobacco Road

fjl21 — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 03:18:50 +0000

I was 12 when I had my first smoke with a neighbor kid called Mike. He woke me up early one summer morning and said "I got some cigarettes" in little more than an anxious whisper. We would ride our bikes around Blue Rock and puff on these Benson and Hedges that he would swipe from his moms work.

Most new smokers don't inhale any smoke. They simply roll it around their mouth awhile and then blow it out slow and smooth. Sometimes they exhale out their nose for dramatic effect, think Frenchy from Grease. Not me, I inhaled the first time with no problem. I had seen people smoke before and that's just what they did; inhale and exhale. When the Benson and Hedges were not available we resorted to trickery. We would collect our $2.25 for a pack and walk into Bob's gas station and request a pack for "my sick Dad", or my dad who is "working on the car". Whatever we said, they believed. You establish a repore as your Dads smoke delivery kid and you have a pipeline to as many cigarettes money can buy. This went on for many years.

After Mike and I moved on as friends my sister Mandy was my new source. She was a couple years older than me and she smoked Marlboro reds (the strong ones). I wanted to be just like her. She listened to all the cool music, she drove a car, her friends were nice to me....you get the picture. So, the switch to reds was complete with an in house source. Of course, she wasn't always around so my sister Kathy and I would roll individual tea packets and smoke them. Yes, I just said I smoked tea packets. I didn't know this stuff was bad for you, it was just fun. Fun to do, fun to hide from my Mom and Dad, it was just fun to feel dangerous. After some time my source ran dry with my sister Mandy, but lucky enough I had another older sister who smoked as well. I guess she was like a hand me down cigarette source of sorts. She didn't smoke reds but that was OK. She wasn't really a great source, Kathy and I didn't hang around each other like Mandy and I. She had friends who were nice, but I wasn't the cute little brother my sister Mandy's friends saw. I was older and really only wanted some smokes.

By the time Kathy became an unreliable source I was old enough to just by them from the Shell gas station in Duncan Falls. Not 18, but no one checks really. In my mind I had changed from doing something dangerous to doing something more mature people do. My Dads friends smoked. All of them. He would golf 5 days a week with them, and never tell them they need to stop or that it was bad for them. We would play a round a then sit in a smoke filled clubhouse while divvying up the winnings. I loved it. These are guys I emulated. My Dad liked them, I liked them and they liked me. Great times.

When I was really old enough to buy them myself I was smoking 1 1/2 packs a day, all Reds. I had to wreak of tobacco, but who didn't. Smoking was OK in public buildings, restaurants, hotels and ALL sidewalks. My sister Kathy and I would have our ritual puff while doing slave labor at our families restaurant together. At that time three of my six siblings still smoked and all but Ruth tried to hide it. I never hid, it seemed dishonest to hide it. Mandy quit due to being pregnant, Kathy hid hers like a squirrel with acorns and Amber was off with god knows who puffing away. Still wasn't a big deal.

I met my wife in 1997 and she smoked, actually her whole family smoked. I worked at a golf course at the time and there were ashtrays on the golf carts. This was back when a 10 minute break was still called a smoke break, and you got 2 by law. We would smoke while working and then smoke when we went out to play. I would smoke with her Dad when I helped him with around his house. When I took some classes in Cincinnatti I was briefly allowed to smoke in Alans apartment while I stayed with him ( until he realized that I was actually a smoker ). Never hid it, never denied it.

Now we lead to the present. I have a half pack a day habit that swells to a full pack when I golf. I exercise and stretch daily. I eat healthy and stay away from drugs and alchohol. I don't beat my wife or kid and I pay my gas bill on time. I have refinanced my mortgage once and I enjoy movies with my brother. I am just like everybody else you know. But smoking has put a target on my back. Sure it's a vice, but don't we all have them? I appreciate that I am cared for, but a public thrashing seems excessive. It even tires when it's private. Now I know why my siblings always hid their addiction.

The bet: Alan loses 10 pounds and I quit smoking. He worked his butt off (literally ) and I failed to live up to my part. I am not proud of this and will continue to try. but at least now you have an Idea of who, what, when, where, and why.

P.S. Alan and I had this bet once before and he backed out, check his nails. So, now we are even.

How To: Piss Me Off

geniushurts — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:42:50 +0000

Rather than giving you the whole story, let me just say this: If you have given someone your word that you will do something (I.E. complete your credit application and sign a lease) , then do it. If you are unable to do so, you have two options:

Option 1, the correct way of handling the situation, let them know. People, myself included, are far more forgiving when you are honest with them. Also, if you tell them soon enough, there may be steps they can take to correct the situation.

Option 2, the incorrect course of action, is to avoid them. Don't answer your phone when they call. Don't respond to their text messages. Ignore their emails. This is extremely inconsiderate, it makes you look like a fucking childish douche bag coward. Face your problems, don't run away from them. You will only create more problems, pissing off everyone you come in contact with along the way. Myself included.

Me - Video Art

Trip N' Burn — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 18:50:51 +0000

Me, My Eye -and- My Video...

Enjoy a fresh 'Film Still' from my new Video Art Installation: "SEXhibition".
Ti's about a combination of Video ART and Sex...
The Eye acts as a powerful Sexual Symbol.
Have you ever read Georges Bataille's "Story of the Eye" ( Histoire de l'oeil ) ???

» Click on the Picture – See more Videos «

Trip N' Burn presents : " Me -and- My Eye " ©

Soon I will publish " Flower Power " which is a new Video I'm working on...
It is also crappy... You'll love it, Probably not — – –

Video Art Performances can sometimes be Good Shit -
This is one's an example of how bad can it get as well...

Today's picks:

ALTIMISM

Wen'diie — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 03:26:24 +0000

Yesterday,I decry someone.Because him/her had piss me off to the sublime. Today the moment I woke up,I was in a awe,my face was so monstrosity.Marks of scratches and blood,such a ghastly, grim, grisly, gruesome, hideous, horrid, lurid, macabre image.I think yesterday I dream myself as a cat.Those cat with long paw and it’s on guard.That I took my face as an enemy and I scratch it like fuck. My gawr,such a hair-rising dream. Geehee,I read my past blog achieves post,quite memorandum.Some of the few events that transpire had already slipped out of my mind.

Internet

Wen'diie — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 13:08:06 +0000

Sorry guys my pc can't connect to my pc.Thus unable to use internet!! LOL. So wait up for more updates and pray hard for internect connecttions

So I was talking with Choi...

weesiong — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 03:34:09 +0000

There was this girl, let's call her L (no, not the one from Deathnote you idiot), who I might have been interested enough to go after (emphasis on might). Choi knows about her. So the other day when we were driving along Pennsylvania, I told Andy that I will never go after L. Cos despite her plus points, I envision that cos of how she thinks, sooner or later, she will irritate me to the point where I will just end up quarreling with her. That is why I have yet to bother jio-ing her or most other girls for that matter.

Let me elaborate: I cannot stand girls who think in an immature way. So whenever they say certain things, I'm damn turned off. E.g. was just talking to my ex the other day. She told me that she doesn't have driving license in US, nor did she ever have any driving experience, ever. But she has this rich friend in U Chicago who one day while they were out, was too drunk. So he just told her to drive his car (he has at least 2) back home by herself, cause he wanted to stay at a party. And after telling me this story, my ex went "Wah, for doing that, that guy really has my respect man." Seriously? You have a friend who's stupid enough to put you (who has no driving exp) on the road with an expensive car and endanger the lives of both urself and pedestrians who are walking around in the nighttime, and that is respectable for you?

So this is the kind of immaturity that I'm talking about. Ppl might say I sound chauvanistic, but that's just how I think lah. Partly cos of how I think as a scientist: Don't take nonsense from anyone.

HOWEVER: Due to recent events, I'm starting to realize this: Apparently, all girls in the world to some extent will piss me off with some level of immaturity. So if I'm gonna wait for a girl who won't, I will be waiting forever.

It's amazing how sometimes, enlightenment can make you feel stupid.

Neighbours That Turn Bad

Eiain — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:17:21 +0000

We have an elderly neighbour, and over the years she has put pressure on us to do more and more for her. Now, I don't mind doing things for someone like her, except that her Son is at her house every day, her Daughter lives just 10 minutes away and is there a few times a week, and she has friends that visit her every day. So I decided enough is enough after her asking me to get some things from the bakery for her, and it turns out that I was actually getting things for her Son. So that was the end of that.

Today we decided to increase the privacy of the garden, and at tea time I erected reed screens along the small fence so that the garden becomes private. 9:30 we get a phone call from the neighbour raging that we had put the screens up, and telling Mark that she cannot see our garden (which was the whole reason of the screens), and that she could not see all my flowers (tough shit, this is not the Chelsea Flower Show). Her Son used to do all her flowers for her, but he has not bothered last year and this year, so really, what can I do about that. She also had the cheek to ask me to change the light for her back garden as her Son did not have the time, however, she cannot go in her garden and he uses it for a dumping ground for all his shit. It turned out that he asked her to ask me to do it. I said no, and that was the end of that.

It would seem that the neighbour thinks that she owns our land, which is as far away from reality that you could possible get.

The light coloured fencing is the one I did today.

Ciao Baby...

La Cu-ca-ra-cha!

Trip N' Burn — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:33:00 +0000

Not Burning Man - But Still a Nice Photo...

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