Brain Poops

So here, in all it’s wiggly 1.1mb glory is my first photomanipulation wallpaper. I made it for myself, because I loathe the “standard” format of icons on the left, blank space on the right.

I made this to remind me of the intense beauty and variety of the world, as well as the concept of time. No drugs, no alcohol, lotsa bullshit.

Click the images for Flickr pages and download

"Distracted", a photomanip wallpaper by boh3m3

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Ladies and gentlemen!

What you don’t want to hear me talk about or read me writing about is here for you to see in photo form instead.

I am internet rich.
Which means I earn jack shit.

Here’s hoping I find some way of earning money, since being a new homeless person in Los Angeles might be a tougher industry than the internet could ever be.

I received a message from Greg today, and in the interest of transparency, to aid Greg Solomon in learning the lesson he tries to teach me, and to get back at him a little¹

I am posting his message as well as my two responses here for your own enjoyment.

(NOTE! This crap is extremely long. Look in the footnotes for TLDRs)

Edit (20:35): NOW INTRODUCING TREVOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!! YAAAAY!

Click for Greg’s message and my responses

Hey guys! I think (Edit: Nevermind… it’s pretty obvious how I messed it up. I think I’m going to just find a new similar theme with less topheavy CSS that I can customize myself) I mangled the coding in trying to customize my theme, so I’m uninstalling it and re-installing it fresh so I don’t mess things up!

This is only temporary and the site should be back as soon as I finish tweaking the code (which is right now)

Thanks!

Edit:  In the mean-time, there’s a new post about Greg Solomon Drama! Honestly, don’t think I’ll waste any more time on the fellow… this was just a blast. I’ll do my best to keep from making it all I do, but trolling is fun… Just make sure you know it’s an act. I’m not taking this stuff seriously.

For those of you not in the know about the blogosphere (like myself), I thought I would inform you of this site’s new enabling of Gravatars.

A Gravatar is a globally recognized avatar binded to your email address, so that on whatever blog you visit (that uses Gravatars, of course) your uploaded avatar will be displayed wherever your email is used to comment.

It is a free service, recently bought out by Wordpress. If you would like to sign up for one, head to http://en.gravatar.com/ and go through the motions.

I’m off for a brandy.

Jeeprs, Mr B!

The Amercian economy is tanking faster than Mr. Belding in a room full of showgirls. Millions of jobs lost, banks getting the taxpayer’s money (yet again), and FDR is laughing sadly in his grave. I, being the upright and proactive citizen, decided to do nothing about it aside from make a video saying random crap as if I know the first thing about economics.

That Gol-durned Kid Rock Video

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Hey kids!

So remember my post on the Exotic Erotic Ball? The one with Ancilla? Turns out she’s nominated for Holland’s Sexiest Vegetarian! After catching up a bit, she put this in her email:

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For years now, I have been suffering from a gnawing desire to explore the planet. In my 23 years so far, the only places I’ve been to are parts of Florida, New York, California, and Alabama. By anyone’s standards, that’s a pretty neglected travel diary.

Aside from my road trip here to Los Angeles, my map has no discernible edges. The world feels huge, but out of reach. I feel like my credit card debt is the rock my Prometheus is chained to, and I’m tired of that fucking Eagle.

How much can one really know about the world through books and video? The world is not two-dimensional, but most people lose sight of that through mass media. Although the dissemination of information is a wondrous thing indeed, it’s drawbacks are almost as powerful.

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So I’m pondering doing live chats every week on BlogTV, since I’m out of a job and they have an ad revenue setup. I doubt it will be enough to do much with, but every bit helps. So my question to you is, how would you feel about that?

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