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A Diamond Bullet Killed Don Cornelius

flipjargendy — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 15:53:39 +0000

At a bus stop in Fort Lauderdale, Florida we met an Egyptian/Indian/Japaneese singer who was of royal decedents. Her grandfather was a king of Egypt or Japan. She definitely looked like a mix of all of these races. She had egyptian hair a Japanese face, the indian skin and teeth of a tweaker. She was taking the free bus, she said. She introduced her sister to Prince, who used to be a Jehovah’s Witness but left his wife. She was friends with Don Cornelius back in the day. She was on Soul Train. In the 70′s she gave him a 9mm pistol with special bullets she had made to protect him because he was famous. She made diamond bullets for him. She said that he had killed himself with this pistol. When she said her family was of Egyptian royalty, I asked her “Do you have any idea how the Pyramids were built?” She told me that her grandfather let her place a brick at the base of one of the Pyramids when she was but 5 or 6.

Every time I visit this swamp land of Florida, I like it more and more.

Waiting for Guffman Audience Members

flipjargendy — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 00:25:23 +0000

    R and I went to see a play today. It was actually the most fun I’ve had at a play. Mostly because I enjoy being dumped into terribly awkward social settings.
    After taking our seats in the plastic lawn chairs, we took in the view of the small stage and smell of scented candle. We also sipped on some coffee and had a donut. I was the only male audience member. Up front on the isle, a seat labeled reserved awaited the arrival of it’s occupant. She promptly arrived before the play started, however.
    The play was introduced by a small town art director wearing raged jeans and a subtle vibe of gay. Then the play commenced!
    The plot was based in the mid 1800′s so we were a bit put off by the amount of bright mascara two of the girls were wearing and found it a bit odd to observe one of the girls chewing gum throughout the entire play. Our favorite part of the whole play was the girl who mouthed the lines of the person she was having a dialog with but could not remember her own lines.
    Despite all of this, it was actually a fun play and we were entertained, even though it was not only the story that entertained us. We won’t forget that experience and we had a good laugh afterward. Also, I really think that a couple of the girls did pretty well given their age.

Smoke on the Water just got Cooler

flipjargendy — Mon, 20 Dec 2010 04:22:54 +0000

A few weeks ago, I dropped R off at work at 7AM. The lake looked amazing. Usually I go home and get some sleep after dropping her off but I had to take some pictures on this day. It was too amazing. It was -18° and the sun was just coming up. The lighting was perfect!

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Terrorized by Bachelors

flipjargendy — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 04:10:44 +0000

Friday I made a journey to Minneapolis. This was something I looked forward to with great anticipation. KC and I planned on beating Les Claypool senseless so we could steal his Whamola. When we saw that a very large, friendly looking, ape entered the stage carrying the Whamola, we thought it would be easy to retrieve. This ape was a quick learner. He assessed what he had in his hand and almost immediately coordinated a heavily textured song, subduing KC and I and leaving us dancing. Primus was an amazing show!
Also, KC and I hung out on Friday, did a little GeoCaching and took it easy. After the show, we decided to go to bed… instead we stayed up later, even though I went to bed. The four room mates picked me up out of bed and forcefully put my clothes on. I felt like a life-sized Barbie, which was my favorite and last good memory of the night. They then forced me to assist them in their scheming. The things I did that night were done out of fear for my life. They made me commit minor arson, pose as a doctor and so many more terrible things. Please, forgive me. If anyone knows where Abe is, please let us know.

Abe (Last Seen 10-2-10 at 4AM)

Who can I tell? My Wife is Poisoning me.

flipjargendy — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 04:33:31 +0000

There isn’t really anyone who you can call regular or normal, for the most part. So, when you’re a guy like me, you tend to find it rare that you get along and have a lot of the same interests and ideas as another. Basically, when you’re like me, it is rare to find someone who you really feel like you can be yourself around, without holding back. Everyone out there can relate to that! For me, there have only been a small handful of those people, in my life.

This is just the tip of the iceberg… on to my main thought.

I remember seeing a show about a girl, who’s mother was poisoning her food. The girl became sick and no one knew why. The little girl suspected that her mother had been poisoning her.

Today I was thinking on this. Who would I tell: I think my wife is poisoning me. You would have to tell someone who would trust you. That person would have to trust you so much that they would not think you were crazy. Even if they thought you were crazy, they would still trust you enough to help you.

If When my wife starts poisoning me, the only person I could actually bring myself to share my suspicions with is my wife. I suspect she will tell the truth.

People that I do not know

flipjargendy — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 22:29:34 +0000

These are photos I found. Old ones. Copied some files to the iPod I found in a snowbank a few years ago and did an `rm -r *` on the wrong hard drive. Some of these crazy photos with the photo all chopped up are a result of I/O errors from copying to my iPod. Some of them took on a whole new feel.

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Many Ear Rumbling Teravibes

flipjargendy — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 04:55:22 +0000

Sanctuary pudding. Tango fortresses fortify my clandestine sanctuary. Fortification saves your cigars from gravy. Yeah. You save it from warm liquids which quickly cool. Camel back spiders. Camel spiders quench. Numb your limb and eat it. I am telling you. Numb your limb and eat it. Get me my Smith Corona so I can type a real thing without being becoming zronpurux. A meticulous lobotomy is what they will give me after a typing of any lengthy proportion.

I know Robins of sons exist. I know Ashes of Von exist. I know Norra of Anders exist. I know Raveling of Ravels exist. I know Cases of Torms. I know something about opening windows and doors. There is a will among Wilks. I also know how to move quietly, creep across creepy wood floors. I’d like to know the first among us. Is there one? Is there a Primus? Crap. There is a lot of insanity within a few socketoweea songs! BOOM! There was a bomb (home made) that went off in the distance. Don’t worry, you will not die. It has ended. Just one reminder. Listen to that Miscellaneous Debris or you will never experience vibrations that can occur within one half hour.

Don’t Die!

P.S. Thank You, Avon

Give me a Morphsuit

flipjargendy — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 16:21:36 +0000

One thing I would really like and need is a Morphsuit. Ever since I knew how green-screening worked, I have wanted one for using with green-screens and as part of my wardrobe.

It seems like everyone wants to get out on a trip. The other day, I was with a big car group. There were three families in the car, besides me. They had all moved out of the state to nice warm places and moved back! The women all talked about how crazy they were for doing it. Then everyone turned their focus on me and called me crazy for never leaving. They said I’m young and full of vigor, that I should have moved somewhere warm since I could. They told me they were happy to have Rach and me in the Hall, despite the fact that we were crazy for staying in this frigid state.

There is one less suit I can wear to meetings until I sew the button back on the pants. I sat down and it shot off inside my jacket like a bouncy ball in a box. What shock! One thing that has been getting me out and exercising is Geocaching. It involves GPS and hidden "treaure." Well, it is moreso the thrill of the hunt. It is like a worldwide hide and seek game where you hide containers with nearly worthless loot in them. It is a good way to get out and explore places you might not otherwise go. I have gone for a few hikes this winter to Geocache. At the begnining of the winter I went out into the middle of a lake and started a fire. It was great.

In the picture on the left (click to enlarge) I was the only one who had been out there since it snowed. There were no tracks on the lake or trail when I went out. After assessing the lake, I determined where the center of the lake was, the best I could. There was a wealth of dry wood around, so I dragged out as much as I could and burned it all, had some coffee and a sandwich. Then after a while had some brandy. There must be some way of convincing Rach to join me on these types of expeditions.

If anyone is up for winter camping let me know. KC and I are definitely going to give it a shot sometime soon it will be fun. We will fish, eat, have a fire, maybe have a few drinks and camp out like the olden days… except we will have high quality synthetic materials to keep us warm and probably use a lighter to start the fire… drive to the location in a heated car and sleep in the frozen woods for no reason but to have fun.

Present and Past, Plogshoff and Pargosh

flipjargendy — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 02:01:32 +0000

Been Geocaching Lately. That is some fun stuff. You have probably been feet away from one several times. People hide things in the most obscure places, yet right in the normal walking path of hundreds of people. I have been by several and now that I know of them I got the GPS coordinates and opened them!

Wow, Tool really has some beautiful music. The Tool String Tribute album I have is amazing. I have not listened to the actual band in some time though.

UN-IMPORTANT MEMORIES THAT HAVE RECENTLY FLASHED

Typing with I Seek You (ICQ) with friends.
Seeing Tool, live, twice! Couple of the greatest shows ever.
Seeing Primus, Colonel Claypools Bucket of Bernie Brains, two separate occasions. Awesome! Phantasm!
Climbing very high towers, just for the view.

On a more serious note, there is news to declare! It is probably best that you read it for yourself. Since these things disappear from the internet, I have copied the article. You may read it below:

The City of Solana Beach emergency crews were called to respond to a possible shark attack at approximately 7 a.m. this morning. Both Fire and Lifeguard Rescue Services arrived at Tide Park to assist a 66-year-old male victim, Dr. David Martin, who was pulled from the surf by fellow swimmers and transported to Fletcher Cove Park Lifeguard station for emergency treatment…

Could this be, yet another, result of the terror that the Terrible Women of South America have brought upon us?

Eye Lookers Get Stuff in em!

flipjargendy — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 04:30:20 +0000

These are several pictures that I have been planning on posting.

Some of these pictures were a pixilated in certain spots because we were in the middle of a big city and had to carry protection. Just want to make sure it didn’t offend anyone that came across this baby.

We cannot be blamed for what we do when under the influence of Aphex Twin!