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New fairy shrimp species found in Idaho. This is a large, predatory fairy shrimp. These nasty guys eat everything in their wake, and if they're not hungry they'll just chomp on it enough to make it stop wiggling, and save it for later. In Idaho.
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&e=6&u=/ap/20050316/ap_on_sc/new_species
I mean, you just can't make up news like that! Reality, meet fiction. I mean...

The nipple is going back to the background as the shirtless guy joke is now old.

I have sold all my stocks, quit my job, dropped out of law school, and put my house in the market. I've decided to sink all my abilities and resources into a new venture: fake ipods. They won't be called this of course, I'm thinking of a name like "Faux mpg player." See, the new independent status symbol is the cigarette-pack sized ipod, and perhaps more importantly the little white wires leading to your ear (thanx dasboot). I remember when car phones were a big deal, and there was an influx of fake car phone antennas. That's right, USians are so stupid they want to spend money to impress people they never even speak to - while all their friends and neighbors know they don't have what they advertise. Lovely.

So when you see some stylish kid bopping along with that pastel cigarette box with the tell-tale white disk, and the white earbud headphones trailing from their head, you won't know...are they some punk who has $500 to blow on masturbation radio? Or is this someone fooling you into thinking they have the $bling$? I bring you visual economic equality, with a hefty profit for myself of course.

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C0ntaX. Base (Silents is Golden mix).
I'm working at home. The radio is playing. Shoutcast.com is my friend.
Volume go up. Subwoofer voom. I sit on subwoofer. Life good.
Should play this in club. Boom de boom boom. De boom. Boom.

(reminds me of the singing boy in "The Cook, the Thief, his wife, and her lover")

edit...
mum - blai hnotturinn 9
sicker, german, and weirder. very nice.
Perhaps I could substitute electronic music in the hole where once there was human interaction.

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Uh...that was odd. I just got back from a happy hour with the new boxing crew at Rock bottom. First off, $1 anything in a glass is a sweet deal. I was drinking porters that looked like used motor oil - yum. Speaking of yum, um, the totally normal girls there were really hot. Why? It was strange, there were even indy-looking weird girls there, but all the guys were jar-heads. I have never seen so many button or snap down plaid shirts on no-haired muscular men outside of a western bar. That was just odd. I understand some STUPID girls like rugged-looking men, but these jar-heads only looked rugged until you saw how they acted. I haven't seen so many people grabbing upper arms and whispering in each other's ear outside of a girl's bathroom. What catty conniving little shits! Visually...imagine the black cat with steroids...but I must concede, compared to a nightclub that was one fucking attractive crowd. The nice thing was the guy getting all the attention isn't necessarily the hottest thing in the world, but by far the funniest and most humble. He's so honest, and it draws a crowd in like a magnet. Neat.

So that was happy hour #1. I'm supposed to do another tomorrow, then if some hawt girl doesn't go to diner with me I have another happy hour Friday, followed by chairschool Sat. When I'm going to get any damn work done this "vacation" I don't know, but I'm in sick shape and having a nice time.

Kel - I'd love to do summin Sun after boxing, but it kinda depends on my hangover (from the club or boxing)!?