<-- 11:29 PM MT -->
I was going to write something about life. Something deep and meaningful. I have been lacking in written creativity this last week and was going to make it up tonight. But I got to thinking, and I think we all know what that leads to. I remember a friend telling me something about nothing being new under the sun. I am not doing anything new, I am mearly finding a new way to do it. So this is an interesting thought. All the music I listen to is the same thing. Mearly unique pitches of the same note put to a beat. My daily life is the same thing. Mearly the same routine with the same people in the same locations.
This is my life. This is your life. This is their life. Think about that.
You know, someone actually emailed me and asked if the girl in the graphic at the top of this page has a next "pic" in sequence where she raises her head and you can see her "boobs." She is NOT there for you to oggle. She is there because she portrays my total loss of faith in people. To the point where you don't care how you look, how you act, or what people think of you. She is my grief. She is my frustration.
I am not Stile. I have some class.
<-- 1:11 PM MT -->
I got this emailed to me this morning:
Y2KSound.wav (132kb)
Pretty funny stuff. I think that is Krusty the Clown saying "aww crap!" at the end.
<-- 11:04 AM MT -->
Corin7 (the long lost one) sent me this link in email at work today. I thought it was just another boring game site till the java kicked in. Talk about a good use of effect.
Check it out right now: BeatDown 2000
I was going to write something about life. Something deep and meaningful. I have been lacking in written creativity this last week and was going to make it up tonight. But I got to thinking, and I think we all know what that leads to. I remember a friend telling me something about nothing being new under the sun. I am not doing anything new, I am mearly finding a new way to do it. So this is an interesting thought. All the music I listen to is the same thing. Mearly unique pitches of the same note put to a beat. My daily life is the same thing. Mearly the same routine with the same people in the same locations.
This is my life. This is your life. This is their life. Think about that.
You know, someone actually emailed me and asked if the girl in the graphic at the top of this page has a next "pic" in sequence where she raises her head and you can see her "boobs." She is NOT there for you to oggle. She is there because she portrays my total loss of faith in people. To the point where you don't care how you look, how you act, or what people think of you. She is my grief. She is my frustration.
I am not Stile. I have some class.
<-- 1:11 PM MT -->
I got this emailed to me this morning:
Y2KSound.wav (132kb)
Pretty funny stuff. I think that is Krusty the Clown saying "aww crap!" at the end.
<-- 11:04 AM MT -->
Corin7 (the long lost one) sent me this link in email at work today. I thought it was just another boring game site till the java kicked in. Talk about a good use of effect.
Check it out right now: BeatDown 2000
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