Monthly Archives: June 2012

Sunset on Monstrosity

Sunset on Monstrosity
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Recycled Light

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I made one of those recycled light bulb art hangy things tonight. Was a fun project. Hope it doesn’t crash and dump its special red liquid (Gatorade) onto my carpet.

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Growth

Growing
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Meetings

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When I’m “not paying attention”, I am. In meetings my brain, stuck in infinite multitasking mode, can’t dedicate itself just to the auditory sense. Doodles must be drawn. This day must have been a binary one mixed with the usual jaggy skulls. Doodle? Use that camera on your phone and share.

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I’m a Visual Guy

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I’m such a visual person I had to create a graphic for myself so that I could understand how my visual thought processing works. I think this has to do with right brain personalities. As usual, Wikipedia has some good info here.

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Geeks will be…

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Hanging with my cousin. Since he’d just picked up the Space Quest Collection on the cheap we got the wise idea to tag team some adventure gaming like the ole days. Thing is, since the old games used DOSBOX the colors were not rendering properly on his Windows 7 machines, so we were left to [...]

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Grow

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Just watched Dragonslayer, listening to Best Coast and The Oh Sees, oh and stuffing seeds in jars.

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Hit by a quadriplegic

Almost hit

While out for a run this morning I was almost hit by a quadriplegic who was out for a walk. The scene looked something like this:

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  • Almost Random Quote

    The dreaming world, they’d think we were crazy. Those people still in bed, they’d be asleep another hour, then washing their faces, under their arms, and between their legs, before going to the same work they did every day. Living that same life, every day.

    Those people would cry to find us gone, but they would cry, too, if we were boarding a ship to start a new life across some ocean. Emigrating. Pioneers.

    This morning, we were astronauts. Explorers. Awake while they slept.

    These people would cry, but then they would go back to waiting tables, painting houses, programming computers.
    — Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted, 2005