DADDY sez...

This is not a New Year's resolution. I don't do those.

This is a life shift, a choice, a decision.

I definitely do those.

This test, this ongoing experiment presents different things: new stuff, seemingly new stuff, old familiar things, seemingly familiar things.

I have discovered, through subjective experience, that the super heightened stress cycles I put myself through are not so enjoyable anymore. The smaller, slower, easier-to-digest rollercoaster-cycles-of-angst... those are much more fascinating.

I have discovered also that being away from Mollie for an extended period --- and by extended I mean: more than a week --- is not good for me.

A "heightened stress cycle" that I once found to be enjoyable is now near intolerable.

So the resolution, the shift I require, is "Simplicity".

To me that means not taking on excessive tasks within impossible deadlines. That's not my speed anymore.

It means staying close to home; close to the woman I love. Because that's where I feel most comfortable and most inspired. Simplicity.

It means not measuring my self or my life along the polarity of Success-Failure, but instead meandering along the path of happiness and ease.

Whatever brings those things is where i want to be.

all abstract and subject to interpretation, I know.

still, that is my meditation: Simplicity.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 11:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Oh god.

I just successfully passed a javascript array object to a PHP array object, did some processing on it then passed it back again to a javascript array object.

No. You don't understand. This is big.

Native code objects!!! Disparate langauges talking the same lexicon!!!! The whole AJAX thing!

You don't care. You'd rather just surf porn and eat more Cheetos.

Yeah well screw you, buddy.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 11:59 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

I have just discovered the Magical Goodness of semi-interactive Flash-based cartoon porn.

As Greg would agree, there's nothing like a little TENTACLE RAPE to fill out a day. (Actually making jokes/references to tentacle rape is what's inherently funny for the immature. i.e.- me, Greg, Brandon)

And what would we do without porn-O-rific FORCED FELLATIO?

The ENDING of this one needs to be seen. (wait for it... WAAIIIIIT... FORRR.... IT.... keep waittting.)

I was doing a Google search for "VIRTUOUS CHRISTIAN CHARITY" and these pages came up unexpectedly and without warning. Clearly there was nothing I could do but examine them in an objective and scientific manner.

It was God's Will.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 09:39 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

( the 3 greatest movies ever )

1) Yellow Submarine (duh)
2) Faster Pussycat Kill Kill !
3) Pee Wee's Big Adventure

Yeah. fuckin Angela was so passed out by the time the "Large Marge" scene came up.

Those pieces and parts - the songs or the fragments that keep coming back

the bright colors and easy to sing to melodies. the transparent genius that masks itself as just stuff, but cuts real deep. Notes just off and

George Martin. with only a 3-track to work with, mixing timeless beauty out of near nothing. Colors the rainbow doesn't know, painted by unknown craftsmen, inspired by the same amides... fleshing out the myth.

good/bad lines

poorly delivered by One Trick Ponies

but better than any Gajillion dollar Flockbuster you'll see at your local Google-Plex.

So crappy. So XXool.

Can you sleep, fuck or kill in the mouth of a T-Rex?

My girl has a big butt.

totally spank-able.

dig it.

it's all about the story baby.

"There are thousands and thousands of uses for corn. All of which I'll tell you about RIGHT NOW."

it's 3 a.m.

time to turn in.

P.S. - Angela just farted while sleeping on her sofa. 2 tiny high-pitched ones.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 03:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Yeah... i do like the range of work that i'm involved in.

the various endless iterations of experimentation. You can see my learning process within the morphing series of stuff I build.

but what next?

i'm thinking of maybe exploring the vastly untapped area of teledildonics.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 07:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

it's like i'm tired all the time.

is this how fat people operate?

this Hugh Grant movie sucks ass. The remote is like 5 feet away and I can't work up the energy to get it.

god i'm fat.

uhhhhhhhhh.

fat.

faaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

so fat.

i want bacon.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 11:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)