Monthly Archives: March 2012

A few minutes or roughly a few

About a few
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Stereotypical Spring

Some pictures I had fun taking over the weekend.

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I want your skulls I need your skulls

A Misfit's Skull

The Misfits-Skulls

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Is this a holdup? No [ed.] It’s a science experiment!

Trains Cover

I paid a visit to my Dad’s a little while back, and he had unearthed some old Lionel train set components that me and my uncle used to run. Surprisingly all the cars and engines appeared to be in great shape. I didn’t get a chance to run them since the transformer rattled when I [...]

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Crash Course in Emergency Medical Techniques

The other week I was cleaning up old pictures on my phone and along with the foodie pics I posted earlier, I stumbled across these gems. Don’t ask because I don’t know the answer.

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Flawless Victory

Spermatozoa Running Path

- DONE – : Hang out with youngest for a while today. – DONE – : Look at apartments – DONE – : Open new bank account – DONE – : Complete a small car repair – DONE – : Talk with cute German girl. – DONE – : Schedule new blog post(s) – DONE [...]

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Devil’s in the Details

Play DoughⓇ fun for the whole family.

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  • Almost Random Quote

    I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables—slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war . . . our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off. — Fight Club, Movie, 1999