Pop-Tarts are basically health food

Pop-Tarts are basically health food,
right?

Washing it down with coke probably doesn't help.

I know
I shouldn't be doing this to myself,

but my stomach feels so strong these days,

and no acid reflux, mom!

.......

Then, of course, a little later, there's that
empty, slightly nauseous feeling.

Not a good sign,
right?

What have I done to myself?

Lord, I always wanted to be good and do the right things
kind of.

Pop-Tarts are basically health food

Pop-Tarts are basically health food,
right?

Washing it down with coke probably doesn't help.

I know
I shouldn't be doing this to myself,

but my stomach feels so strong these days,

and no acid reflux, mom!

.......

Then, of course, a little later, there's that
empty, slightly nauseous feeling.

Not a good sign,
right?

What have I done to myself?

Lord, I always wanted to be good and do the right things
kind of.

Macro of the Day

But some of us like more freedom, and the idea
of using English like a cheap whore
is a little exciting,
bending grammer and even spelling
to my masterful will.

And all that jazz.

Macro of the Day

But some of us like more freedom, and the idea
of using English like a cheap whore
is a little exciting,
bending grammer and even spelling
to my masterful will.

And all that jazz.

Ghost Dog and the Way of the Gangster

“There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man’s whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue.”

-- Yamamoto Tsenetomo, “Hagakure, In the Shadow of Leaves”

I finally got to record “Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai.” Sure, I still have it in my little moribund collection of video tapes, but ever since we got our DVR, I have not had much will to pluck it from the cobwebby closet and re-learn how to play the VCR and sticking the tape in and out and back in and out again. It is so much nicer just to do a few clicks on the TV remote. And thus technologies are born and die, and couch potatoes get more couch potatoey.

It had been a long while since I last watched the movie, and I am surprised that all that gangster shootery has awakened in me an urge to go another round with Grand Theft Auto 4, if the Xbox will run after lying idle all these months. Stranger yet, I feel an urge to go deeper, further back, and re-install GTA’s Vice City on my computer.

After playing GTA 4, I have thought that I probably would never go back to Vice City, no more than I can see myself getting into an intense game of Donkey Kong. Molesting and mugging pretty pedestrians in short skirts, for a little in-between-missions amusement, is just so much more fun in the updated Liberty City. Indeed, I do not think that you can even use and abuse prostitutes in Vice City. And how could you go back to that paltry strip club in Vice City after getting lap dances in GTA 4 - even with duct-taped nipples. Though, I might go in once for old time’s sake, if only to marvel over the difference that a decade can make.

Nevertheless, was there not a time, before the gaming world went next-generation, when I loved terrorizing Vice City and becoming its number-one gangster, the prince of the city? It has some engrossing missions, and a better storyline to be honest, and I do miss some of those music and radio selections - girls, rock your boys!

On the other hand, my computer is so old and beat up, I would be afraid of blowing it up into smoke and blasted bits of silicon if I gave it a hard ride like that. So, no, GTA 4 on the big-screen TV wins. Maybe this weekend. Robert Atler’s “Five Books of Moses” should be delivered by then, and although the Pentateuch has its charms and is obviously worth the read, it can be slow-going in parts, so that it should be nice to be able to enjoy on the side a little of the old ultra-violence.

Ghost Dog and the Way of the Gangster

“There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man’s whole life is a succession of moment after moment. If one fully understands the present moment, there will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue.”

-- Yamamoto Tsenetomo, “Hagakure, In the Shadow of Leaves”

I finally got to record “Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai.” Sure, I still have it in my little moribund collection of video tapes, but ever since we got our DVR, I have not had much will to pluck it from the cobwebby closet and re-learn how to play the VCR and sticking the tape in and out and back in and out again. It is so much nicer just to do a few clicks on the TV remote. And thus technologies are born and die, and couch potatoes get more couch potatoey.

It had been a long while since I last watched the movie, and I am surprised that all that gangster shootery has awakened in me an urge to go another round with Grand Theft Auto 4, if the Xbox will run after lying idle all these months. Stranger yet, I feel an urge to go deeper, further back, and re-install GTA’s Vice City on my computer.

After playing GTA 4, I have thought that I probably would never go back to Vice City, no more than I can see myself getting into an intense game of Donkey Kong. Molesting and mugging pretty pedestrians in short skirts, for a little in-between-missions amusement, is just so much more fun in the updated Liberty City. Indeed, I do not think that you can even use and abuse prostitutes in Vice City. And how could you go back to that paltry strip club in Vice City after getting lap dances in GTA 4 - even with duct-taped nipples. Though, I might go in once for old time’s sake, if only to marvel over the difference that a decade can make.

Nevertheless, was there not a time, before the gaming world went next-generation, when I loved terrorizing Vice City and becoming its number-one gangster, the prince of the city? It has some engrossing missions, and a better storyline to be honest, and I do miss some of those music and radio selections - girls, rock your boys!

On the other hand, my computer is so old and beat up, I would be afraid of blowing it up into smoke and blasted bits of silicon if I gave it a hard ride like that. So, no, GTA 4 on the big-screen TV wins. Maybe this weekend. Robert Atler’s “Five Books of Moses” should be delivered by then, and although the Pentateuch has its charms and is obviously worth the read, it can be slow-going in parts, so that it should be nice to be able to enjoy on the side a little of the old ultra-violence.