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HICKORY SMOKE IS SO CRAZY WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU

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As you can see, I've attempted to start blogging again. I realized, though, that most of my blog posts are about things I've found online and gotten excited about. So, basically, I'm an aggregator. Rather than putting so much effort into telling people what I like, I have another idea. Anyone who is interested in what I read online can go to my del.icio.us page. Del.icio.us is a social bookmarking site. I don't really pay any attention to the "social" aspect of it and just use it as an online bookmarking site. That way if I'm at any one of the three computers I regularly use, I can access all of my hundreds and hundreds of bookmarks (1930 at the time of this post).

I tag nearly every page I go to, unless it's so boring or stupid I just think I will never ever, in the future history of the internet, want to see that page again. Give it a try and let me know what you think. I will admit that del.icio.us is not nearly as pretty as my blog here.

And, actually, in writing this post, I recalled a little more about why I used to blog. I can put my spin on things as I explain them to my friends. I actually like explaining things to people (unless in my snobery I think they're stupid for not already knowing them). One of those topics I kind of like talking about is metatagging. I don't know if it's still as "hot" as it used to be, but it is all over the place. As I can see below the text box I'm typing in, even Blogger has jumped on that band wagon. Maybe I'll talk about that one tomorrow.

I just noticed something else about Blogger's tagging system: it's fucking stupid. I can't tag something "me" without Blogger automatically replacing it with "Meat Loaf", or "blog" without it autofilling "blogger".

"Zombies Ate My Neighbors" by Single File

Colorado has, hands down, the best local music scene

I Guess I Should Start Posting Again Or Something

Hello Funnyfaces!

"There are a few things in this world that give me an almost inexplicable sense of joy. Things like: kittens, sunny days, warm chocolate chip cookies, free drinks, and hookers with hearts of gold.

Whenever these things come into my life I always feel a warm, glowing happiness. Although, the happiness that these things bring, is far outstripped by the uncontrollable and completely illogical feeling of joy I get when playing a Katamari game."

I just read an article about Beautiful Katamari for the Xbox360. I wish it had been about the Wii version, but it was still enough to get me excited.

Code Monkey Like You

My brother sent me an amazing anime music video. Not only is it awesome, but it also makes me want to find teh band and that anime.
Thanks Roger!

w00t!

I'm going to Ozzfest. Dude at work gave me and my buddy free VIP tix. Front row center, bitches.

Coors Robot

Coors is a large place. A very large place. I was under Clear Creek today while still inside the brewery. And I keep saying things that keep getting me strange looks and chuckles. I'm helping perform a printer inventory which means tracking down every printer in the five mile Coors valley, putting a little bar code sticker on it, and doing a bunch of paperwork on each one. The other day I was putting the bar codes on printers and I was like, "Man, if I was a robot I could put these on straight every time."

Yesterday my mind was being boggled by all the locations I was being led to to find tucked-away and hard to find printers. I, of course, was thoroughly lost, confused, and discombobulated (side note: surprisingly the Firefox and Blogger spellcheckers have discombobulated as a real word). I was imagining releasing robots on helicopter rotors with cameras to map the entire brewery so we could make a digital map for Unreal Tournament or Counter-Strike or some other similar 3D game engine, and then wishing I could have just been doing it the whole time with my brain and I was like, "Man, if I was a robot I would never get lost." It was rich.

Really, I'd prefer to be a cyborg. My questions about the mind-body problem make me reluctant to sign up for a mind transfer to a completely mechanical body. Yep, I'm a nerd.

Kiss Me, I'm a Pirate

I always thought it was hilarious when my bootlegged DVDs still had that "You wouldn't steal a car; you wouldn't steal a purse; etc" thing at the beginning, but seeing this image reminds me of how much I hate companies treating their legitimate customers like criminals and makes me think maybe I should start asking my source to leave them out.