He's on his way.

I WANT THIS CAR.

I'm not sure if you've played the RPG from the late 90's, Fallout 2. But there was a car in this game, if you've played it you would know what I'm talking about. This car was not only good for saving you lot's of time in game traveling from one city to another, it also carried you're entire party, had a trunk more than twice the size of Ann Coulters ego, and most of all it might just be the coolest car I have ever laid eyes on to this very day.

And I have wanted one ever since.

It goes by the name Highwayman, by Chrysalis Motors.
With all the classic stylings of an early 60's Caddilac, a paint job that screams: "I'm just littered with nuclear fallout!" and those fins that cut straight to your very soul, I have no choice but to want one just as hard as I can.
All the time.
Forever.

So I've found one:

This here is a 1958 Buick Special. An old solid car powered by a 364 Buick Nailhead and a 2 speed Dyna-glide transmission. Built just for cruising, weather you're on your way to the beach with the family, or just heading on over to New-Reno for a nice little "chat" with some of the locals.
It was/still is on Craigslist, and it took me by surprise. This is it right here, (if it's still there) in all of it's pale blue, rusty glory. Staring deep, deep into my heart from behind those side by side headlamps of the late fifty's. If I had the money, and a place to store it, I would have bought it already, regardless of it's driving condition. I don't even care, this could be a lifelong project car that I never even get running, but I still would be content just to sit in it from time to time.

I have some pictures here of what it could look like in a completely refurbished condition. But I'd much rather have it looking just the way it does in the pictures above. Faded, rusty, authentic.

"You will memorize every line of Caddyshack."

What we have here, is Henry Rollins.

Who is the man.

Baahahaaaaaa...

Prepare yourself, for the violence of the lambs.

On a vast New Zealand sheep station, a reckless genetic engineering experiment goes horribly wrong, turning sheep into bloodthirsty killers.

Black Sheep

Post, cereal.

This time, I guess this post isn't quite as significant. Not to say that the last one was of any more significance to anybody, but that's a topic for another post altogether.
And that topic WILL be covered in the future, rest assured.

In fact, hold your breath.



At 6:00am sharp, this morning, I opened up a fresh, 1lb 4oz box of Cheerios,

and slowly proceeded to eat the entire contents of the box over the course of the day.
Do you know what pain is?
By 4:00pm I had finished the contents and was breaking down the large box to fit into the waste receptacle. This decision to eat the entire box before the day was through was made rather ad-hoc and improperly this morning, seeing as though my plan was to go for a good run after work, given this nice weather. Which is just what I went and did anyway, right after work. I went for a run.
Now, at this point, here is where my lesson was learned. Not very well mind you, but it was learned nonetheless.

Do not try to go out for a run, whatever the weather is like, after spending the day eating a Sam's-Club-size box of Cheerios. Just don't do it. This same rule should probably also apply to just about any cereal box of the same size. This is something I can tell you for certain.

What's probably worse is, I tried to run through the pain. I had a terrible side ache, and I guess I'm too stubborn to let it get the best of me. So I ran with that side ache for the better part of 15 minutes, which can seem like an eternity, especially when you're out in Grant county running north towards miles and miles of nothing on the Gateway trail. This is definitely a horrible idea. You can now learn from my ignorance.


In other news, I have here some pictures of the future apartment in St. Paul. These are taken from Adam's cell phone so don't get too excited about how great or shitty they are.

Click on them for amazing times.

And so there you have it.

I said GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR.

Do you know Matt Basta's cell phone number?

It's about this time again.

Don't buy stock in pinto beans.

That's the real lesson to be learned here today...

So yesterday I spent the latter half of the day out in Scandia MN at Rich and Kathy's place (or Adam's Dad's house). Let me just tell you to be certain that next time you think spending the afternoon Kayaking and swinging from a rope won't completely sap you of energy, think again. It turns out that doing these things uses muscles on your body that your BODY hasn't even heard of, and they cause you pain. This is their purpose. These muscles were created specifically for: Kayaking, rope swinging, and pain. Lot's of pain.

This is why I want to buy a Kayak.

I don't care that I don't live on a lake, that I don't go camping as much anymore, that this will introduce me so a whole new type of pain, or that apples come in three different colors. I want one. It's easy to transport and store, and I live in MN where there's always a lake just around the corner. So I looked up pricing, expecting much smaller $numbers for a piece of molded plastic. Something like $150 to $200 would be ideal. Doesn't that sound right? It did to me. But instead, I found prices ranging from $350 to $1200, and still getting higher. What is that about? I could buy a PS LÖMSK for $70, ALSO molded plastic, and THAT even comes with a retractable shade.

But, I guess that's just the going rate for Kayaks, and I'm going to have to suck it up and shell out some real cash if I want to realize my dreams. My dreams of being on a lake in my very own brand-new Kayak. So, for now I'll just enjoy some wine by the fire and wait while the money rolls in.

Which it does, money just can't WAIT until it gets to me.

That's all for now. More to come later.

Randomly correcting...

Time keeps on turning,
turning and turning.
Time keeps on turning on.

Which brings me to the purpose of this post. Today I received 1 headache, and bought 1 new camera, which kind of took care of the aforementioned headache (for a little bit at least).
In other words...

Out with the old:
(pictured: new 6mp Vivitar with optical zoom, taken by old camera)

And in with the new:

(Pictured: Old point and shoot 3mp POS, taken by new camera)

What I'm saying is that I found myself at Comp-USA's going out of business sale today. I hadn't intended on being there at all, so in turn I had no intent on buying anything. Instead, however, I bought myself a very nice, very new camera, at a very good deal. It was an impulse buy I'll admit, but never-the-less: I am proud of what I have done here.
In other news, Josh sent me an invite to Joost, a new free internet based cable provider. I haven't tried it out yet because I got the invite just minutes ago(another excuse, I know) but go ahead, read about it for yourself. Maybe I can hand out invites as well, if you ask real nice.
Also: that headache? I see it as a good sign. A sign that my body is finally starting to function and maintain moderately correctly. I've been working hard to get my blood pressure down from 144 over 88(very high) and thus far have managed to work it down 10 to 15 points, around 130 over 86. And I KNOW that industrial music is probably not good for one's blood pressure, but Nine Inch Nails is releasing a new album on the 17th of this month. Year Zero, the 24th installment in their series of Halos. But I guess that it was leaked two days ago. This is something I thoroughly enjoy, and plan on buying in stores regardless. I like owning CD's by artists in my top 20. Something makes it more enjoyable, having the disc in hand, reading the lyrics, looking at the album art, watching the extras usually available on the cd/dvd...
If this headache keeps my awake any longer I might just have to shit a box of kittens.
Kittens have VERY sharp claws.

Also: I'm going to the future house in the morning. This will be done with the new camera, which means that I will be publishing some pictures on here tomorrow afternoon(possibly).
So I should get to bed.

Resistance...

Computers are funny things...

www.myheritage.com
Computers do such things as figure out which celebrities I look like.

Josh has a few more percentage points over my celebrity look-alikes, but most of my celebrities are better performers than his. :-)

It is the year 3030...

It may just be time that I join the ranks of personal blog sites. Perhaps late in the game... Maybe early. Probably too early to tell. It doesn't really matter. What truly matters here is that unlike Myspace and Facebook, this is a world populated by few. A more modern world, where blogging is what must be done, not infected by advertisements and 300 personal photos brought to you by the latest blockbuster movie (however fantastic it may be). A smaller populous full of thought and ambition, getting things done for themselves.



Nothing much else to say. I'm just testing the waters here. I want to see how this looks in it's complete form.