Crayons! Yay!

Was just poking around Gizmodo and I came across this. So simple and yet it looks so fun. A ds port would be bomb. Apparently the developer makes crazy games every month. You can check them out here.

Zelda Item Switching FTW!

Not sure if I sent this out to everybody or not, but its a good one.

The McDonalds poem (my favorite)

Well here is my infamous McDonalds poem. I wrote this poem before class at McDonalds because I was running late and I was hungry. The legend is that I wrote it on a napkin but honestly, I dont remember keeping that napkin and I do remember keeping my journal so.....maybe I made that part up. Haha. Seriously though, I wrote the poem in under 5 minutes. It played itself through me just like many of my late night/early morning exercises do. I know for sure I never edited it. I may have played with the words a bit right there on the spot, but I know for sure I used very little effort or thought. It was just something that was bubbling beneath the surface. The end result is my favorite poem, it still speaks personally to me to this day, to this very moment, it was written before I ever wrote it. The words mean more to me now then they ever could on the random morning in McDonalds. All I cared about at the time was that I got credit for "sharing" that Tuesday. Shot out to the Great Spirit and Black Elk speaks which I had been reading before I wrote the poem. I know those sacred truths played themselves out in my words. As usual, I can not take credit for anything.



The white geese all have voices, crying out in fright
They are gaurding the divinity of this cold dark night
Those of us who listen can witness their true might.

The black crows all have voices, crying out their warning
They are gaurding the paths of the meek, and the souls we are mourning
Those of us who are aware, the crows will lift us up with care, and we can begin soaring.

"Duct Tape Methods to Save the Earth"

Some of these are pretty silly:

Insulate the Glaciers
Re-Ice the Arctic
Tame Storms With Cold Water
Grow Super-Trees in Factories
Build Wetlands From Scratch

UPDATE: Sighting

The aforementioned wanted man was reported to be seen at roughly noon today conspiring with the Yakuza and marmots on a remote island off of Chile...

One witness supplied evidence...

Have you seen this man?

Have you seen this man? Wanted Dead or Alive. Last seen in the 510 area but we are expecting him to resurface near L.A. Hes currently using the alias Okabatu but he has also gone under the title Thops, Lorigga, and Mr. Watanabe. He is very cunning. He may even have under gone plastic surgery to disguise himself. It is said that these days instead of a Mexican he now appears to be Caucasian due to skin bleaching. He may or not be armed with a baseball bat or a labtop set to self destruct if anyone else tries to log onto it. It is said that he may be tied to the Japanese but its much more probable that hes working for the marmots. If you have any information that may lead to his capture please forward to Blackcrow immediately. He can not be trusted. He is a bot. You know what I mean. Here is the last photo taken of him while he was supposedly on vacation in Africa.

For the Horde?

So here is the glory (?) that is me as a bloodelf. Horray for internet fame!

"The Nosepicker" +5 to booger removal

What I learned today: Sadly, nothing exciting... =(

1) how to use the "table of contents" creator in microsoft word (hidden counterintuitive pain in the ass)

2) "let's go shopping during lunch break" = $100 jacket that looks like it came out of Paradise Kiss (anime)

3) attack marmots really work (good job guys, now back in the box)

4) how to shrink down pictures with fireworks, thus I am finally able to post some of the halloween pictures

Yay! Pumpkins!

Lorenzo's pumpkin was awesome. Sadly we don't have any pictures that do it justice.

The hardest poem I ever wrote Everything that I thought was real.

This poem was the hardest poem I ever wrote. Its not necessarily "deep" or touching but it is real as real can be. Every line is the truth for me. In poems I try to convey truth through metaphor or playful humor, but for me there is no humor in this poem, its just the truth. Thats why it was so hard for me to write. There was no wall to hide behind, I wrote it with the fake scenario that the person I was writing it for might read it one day (no longer possible as far as Im concerned) and as a result there is no playful quips or silly imagery to hide behind. Its just something that I needed to get off of my chest to move on from 2006. After I wrote this poem I felt a lot better about the situation. For now Im the resident poet (until Syd starts posting hers, I know you got em somewhere girl.......) so I guess I owe it to the cup to post this one also. Im posting it here because its one of the only "love" poems I ever wrote, so enjoy it while you can, it may just be the last..........

One day I am going to tell you
Exactly how you make me feel
I don’t think that you can comprehend
All the damage that you can deal
You’ve destroyed my entire world
Everything that I thought was real
All the values that I cherished
Wasn’t hard for you to kill
With your actions and your words
Integrity and honor you tried to steal
I will have my retribution
Your hate will never be fulfilled

Robbed my life of light and love
Nearly lost all of my will
Almost jumped off of a mountain
Or in front of moving steel
Filled my veins with various poisons
Seeking refuge from your ill
Never did find any solace
On those dark cold nights of chill
Although for a few precious moments
I escaped the torment that I feel
Body turning numb as the world fades away
Everything that I thought was real
In the end the pain would resurface
Like spokes turning in a wheel
This world is just a circle
We can not outrun His will

I couldn’t handle the shame of knowing
All your lies were never real
Everything you said was empty
The soft words spoken on the hill
You were the one that said I love you
Sweet venomous lips made my heart still
That same heart wanted desperately to believe
Everything that I thought was real
Yet I could sense your mind was sick
Eyes dark and cold as nights of chill
Still I chose to ignore the truth
My lust you were only too happy to fill
Until you drained me of all of my reason
That’s when you moved in for your kill
You had had enough fun fucking with me
You were afraid you might actually feel
That wasn’t an option for you any more
Not after the times you’d been beaten for thrill
I am so sorry that you endured that pain
One of the reasons that I love you still
But you didn’t need to ruin my life
You couldn’t handle that I will always be real

When everything is said and done
The lies you’ve spread will fade and die
God knows exactly what happened
There is no need for you to deny
Others can believe fabrication
They can claim to not see blue in the sky
The truth is the truth and this poem is the proof
My love for you was never a lie
I am sorry for anything hurtful I said
And the few times I made you cry
You leaned on me for strength than
I kissed your cheeks until they were dry
Believe me I tried over a thousand times
Fear clipped your wings so we could never fly

David Bowie and Trent Reznor

So I know that Ron already sent us a link to this music video a few weeks ago but I thought it was worth a second glance. I mean cmon, Bowie and NIN, how could you say no?!!! Besides, everyone knows, God is an American.........

Ready for the press... or not...

My boss went running off to China and left me with a report that needed to be put into the Energy Commission's special format (i.e. "make all headings this big in a really ugly font that we like for no apparent reason"). I had all sorts of technical issues with the paper not wanting to have page numbers and such, but I finally got all that working. And then I come across this about a third of the way through:They didn't even finish the report...
So how is everyone else's Monday?

Half Life 2 madness...

I've been wanting to shoot a post from RPS (Rock, paper, shotgun) for some time now. I recently found out BCrow is at the same f*&#ing place in HL2 as I...but regardless, this is kind of a neat interview with one of the devs.

One of the most fascinating aspects of HL2 has been the episode model. They've released two episodes (semi-expansions) and plan on releasing one more, EP3. These three episodes are essentially HL3, but in such a way as to not keep people waiting forever.

Here's another HL spread from the escapist (an online gaming mag) which discusses some of the major themes present throughout the storyline.

Marmots WIN!!!!!

Well, there was some cheating, a recount, and some demonstrations. We even had to defend against tasers....But the controversial results are in and I'm sad to report the Marmots won...

4 to 3...but really 4 to 2....

thoughts on this Wed

well I just dropped off my brother his new labtop. We talked and it felt nice to be able to catch up. I drove to Pasadena in the Batmobile and I couldnt help but feel a sense of accomplishment at finally owning a car thats not as old as me. It was a good night. I came back home and called to reserve my V.I.P. room at Fantasia for December 15th and not only did they have it available, but it was cheaper than I anticipated. So it looks everything is green light for the party for my 25th. Im excited for sure. You all are invited. I doubt youl be able to make it considering how far yall live but I really hope that some magic will happen and youl be able to attend. Perhaps the margots can drop you off in their spaceships after theyre done with Dan. Or even crazier, maybe one of you can drive and the rest of yall can tag along. Whatever happens happens but at this point its not looking likely that Ill be able to make the trip up this winter. 350 miles is no joke, I know that Ill be thinking of yall that day, one way or another. Thanks for being with last year! I remember all of us getting together, playing Wii, it was a special day for me even though we didnt do anything spectacular. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen Dan, and it had even been longer since I had seen Dan and Lorenzo in the same room with Syd and Ron. Good times. Early Happy B-days to my other Sag homies. No matter where we are in December its our time fellas, enjoy it! Hope everyone is having a good night.

p.s. Ron if I think of an image do you think you could create another card for me? Im working on it right now but itd be nice if you could help considering I know shit about images and comps. Peace.

What I learned today: Dual wield

Today after work Ray the janitor taught my friend Lisa and me Arnis, Filipino stick fighting. It's a martial art where you learn to use two bamboo sticks or your hands to deflect bladed weapons (I assume it's also good training for using bladed weapons). There are lots of progressions of strikes and defenses that you go through, and I guess eventually you can duel with people. So yeah, I'm now level 10 and I can dual wield sticks. Fear me. Actually I totally suck and I'm going to hit myself in the head with a stick sooner or later, but it's fun.

(now I just need to teach the marmots.... what? I didn't say anything. I don't know what you're talking about)

Six types of doom for the price of one

If the Earth were hollow we would be in danger of death by suffocation, thirst, frying, starving, freezing and drowning, in that order.

New Scientist considers the implications of the Earth being hollow, which are apparently really bad. I mostly just liked that quote, but the article is kind of a fun nerd-out.

They're swarming like things that swarm

More than you ever wanted to know about marmots, but sadly, no suggestions about preventing them from taking your soul. Sorry Dan.

since we're sharing

Steve's poem sharing has inspired me to share some of the sketches I've made over the last couple of years.

I have a few that are spiritually inspired and plan on reworking the conceptual foundation I've laid for myself.

Here's one that I made about two years ago, while still in school:



Essentially, the central entanglement surrounded by white represents the inherent connection between all life. Then spawning from that entanglement, are light waves manifesting into DNA which in turn feeds into our brain and finally our senses (represented by the face as you can experience all sense with just your face).

dellusional ranting

I wrote a lot of poetry back when I used drugs. All of it was shit. I went through it today just to see what I could salvage. I feel it does have a point, to remind me of where I never want to be mentally ever again! I refuse to allow myself to return to the emptiness that I see when I reread my old pieces. However, I found this in the midst of a bunch of shit. I wrote it while I was on drugs or coming off much more likely. I dont include its entirety. For me this is the entire thing. The rest of it was self-pity bullshit. This one portion I like, in the midst of distortion you can see me trying to get out of the darkness. Its not a great piece, I just like the random imagery, and how even now that I have clarity I still agree with much of its sentiment. I guess even in a haze of illusion one cant help but have moments of light that trickle through and grant temporary insight. I feel this is one of those moments.

Ya fuck it all

Once again me against the world ya know?

Well, fuck, Ill never have to push against the earth.

All the animals are my brothers, and the crows are my allies

The mountains are my uncles watching out for me from far away

Shining their strength and wisdom down upon me whenever I approach them

The moon is my friend, my partner in crime 30 days out of the month; she always gives me solace when I feel alone. Every time I fly I gaze up at the moon and I smile because I know that all my brothers before me have also gazed at that same moon. It’s a legacy.

The Sun is my father, the giver of all life and lessons, the fire that can never be extinguished

The earth is my grandmother, she nurtures me and feeds me her peace and silence when I need to reflect and become real.

The sky is my grandfather, in his realm is where I always try to dwell, even when I am not supposed to be flying, I still cheat and spread my wings to be with him.

He has eternity as his ally, because his realm is forever, it goes on past the heavens, and all the way to the edge of creation. He has all the answers because grandfather has always been. He stretches himself out, in all his blue glory, out all across the world so that all my allies can soar and kiss heaven every night. I join them from time to time and I caw, and caw, and caw, and caw, so that all of my relations will know that I love them, and thank them, and that I will never forget them because they loved me when no human could. When I couldn’t even love myself all my relations helped me to live a strong good life.

MInd chatter/poetry/subconscious writing.

So I wrote this one night in under 5 minutes. I let it play through me. Its not a poem because I did not write it to be one. I just let thoughts flow through me and wrote them without trying to attach association with them. Ive been working on this technique for some time. Some of my best poems were taken from a similar state of being. I often times would edit them and chop them up to be coherent but this one already seems to maintain a central theme to follow. let me know what you think. I honestly have not edited, nor did I deliberately try and construct this piece. It just came forth from underneath the surface. Perhaps at a later point Ill try to rework it so its a real poem but for now I have no intention in altering it. Just trying to give you a taste of where my conscious mind draws from when I silence my thoughts and just tune in to myself. Enjoy.

Just let it all out. Without a care. Without a doubt. It doesn’t matter anymore. Everything is different from before. Whats done is done its gone and past. The present waiting to be grasped. The duty left to be untouched. Its waiting for you to pick it up. Its waiting for you to get unstuck. Waiting for you to give up luck. Even after everything you can still be yourself. What is it that you want to do? What are you trying to achieve. What is your purpose? Its waiting for you to answer to its call. It calls you through your dreams. Through your inner thoughts. Through the sun your children bought. Through the love your children brought to the alter, after dark, in the fields on that young night. We danced the dance and lived the dream, we danced our dreams into being. This is nothing. Just for me. Just so I can feel like Steve. Write the words I want to see. In order for my self to see that I am really completely free. God is He and He is me. All are one in this great dream. He is the dreamer and I am the dreamed. So when I dream its He who lives, and when He lives I rest at ease. I have fulfilled the prophecy. The promise that I have to keep. To return to myself every day of the week. To eventually awake from this dream when I am not asleep. That is my destiny.

awesome.

By the time you see this, many of you will probably already had the pleasure of soaking this highly nerdy band feat in seeing as how I read it off Kotaku.

I probably wouldn't normally post this, but since Cal did it...I just had to!

It's a game music montage from the Cal vs. Washington game and it's f*$&ing cool.

Dan... It's coming for your soul.. Too.

Presidential runner Dennis Kucinich recently made comments that the US needs to re-establish an old disbanded UFO research group. Apparently it's got all sorts of Air Force guys asking for the same thing.

I touched a UFO: ex-air force pilot

Former pilots and officials call for new U.S. UFO probe

;) @ Steve

Don't worry Dan, I'm sure they'll treat your soul with the utmost respect...but they're still coming for it...

Who will get Dan's soul first? The Marmots or the UFOs? We need a poll!

EDIT:
Wanted to add this news video, comes from the Divine Cosmos website, which serves as the website for someone I have deep spiritual respect for.

Um... Don't change your tire with a shotty?

I believe this falls into the WTF? category.

A US man has injured himself in both legs after attempting to loosen a stiff wheel-nut by blasting it with his gun.

Everybody remember: shotties are for zombies, not lug nuts.

What I learned today: Booze and chocolate

Mesoamericans fermented cacao fruit (proto-chocolate) into a beerlike drink, eventually grinding up the remaining seeds to thicken the drink, and creating chocolate beer. Apparently they liked this, and moved on to making chocolate. Full story here at New Scientist.

Now I want a beer. Or chocolate. Or a chocolate beer. Is it lunch time yet?

Ancient booze bottle.
The question is, can you get a refund at the recycling center?

Dan... It's coming for your soul...

Hello and good morning everybody. >^_^<

And so it goes...

I gotta say I've been feeling a little left out of the loop here.

First, I had no idea that all of you people knew how to write.
Second, I had no idea that you all think way more than I ever do.

Alright so its a crappy list and I only got to two but you get the point. I'm impressed that there's been this much activity so far and I have to say it's worth coming back for. I just have to figure out if I'm going to give up an extra 10 minutes of sleep before I crash of if I should wake up another 10 minutes earlier now. Either way its really the same 10 minutes I've been sleeping each night anyways so it doesn't matter that much. These last few weeks have been pretty crazy and I await Friday already, here on the second day of the week that is the middle of November.

Lately I've been a bit off with illness abound and what not. This has caused be to reconsider many things. Chunky peanut butter, 2% milk, pepperoni, the whole slippers vs. sandals debate, government as a whole, the price of rice at Safeway, where Timbuktu actually is. The most important pondering of late has been the name change to the blog in which we are now involved.

At first I was highly offended at Alkaline Crow, not at the name itself, just at the thought that someone would have tested a crow's p.h. levels. It seemed a ludicrous idea. Then I thought but isn't that the point? To which the answer is no. Its just crazy you can't do a test like that on a crow. Their wings would bead up the solution, you'd never get a good reading.

Now In the cup I can dig. Though I can't speak to its origins (again out of the loop there) I'm sure they are profound and far reaching across both time and ... well probably just time in this case. After reading the description at the top of the page I have to say that I like it. The summation of so much in so little and pretty much everything I feel about coffee all at once.

So to wrap things up here, as I will most likely be fearing for my life any moment now when the marmots show up to steal my camera and put a little hurt down, I say to you good day.

Linux ebooks anyone? Lorenzo?

Just noticed this posted over on Lifehacker, though I wouldn't be surprised if our Linux-loving associate already knows about it. Linux ebooks, free and downloadable. Get them while they're hot.

Aah, the memories.

I love this game...

Impending DOOM!!!

We're dropping "AlkalineCrow" and changing to "in-the-cup.blogspot.com", for now...

I figure I'll change it tomorrow morning, give ppl time to update their bookmarks and whatnots. I'll also send out an email when it's complete.

a memory

I wrote this poem a few months back when I was having flashbacks of the preceding summer of 06. I would relive some of those moments and something that fell out was this poem. Its dark, and its very raw, it desperately needs a new ending. However, I like what I was trying to convey in the poem, it is very much a story of a real day in my life that I never want to relive. I hope by posting it here I have some inspiration to touch it up because it had potential but I dropped it due to its heavy content. I never planned on sharing this with anyone due to its dark contents but I know everyone here can handle the imagery, its actually relatively tame compared to other poems I have, those are private....for now. It feels good to be able to even share this one. Im glad that Im at a point in my life where I can separate myself from my work, and my thoughts, they do not always portray where I am currently at, and this disclaimer applies not only to this off beat flow, but all my pieces. Thx for the consideration.

I’m still the man lying in the street

Heart cold and hard like this pavement

That same heart only knows one beat

It’s the rhythm of the night enslavement

My worn out hoodie my only source of heat

At this hour cash is the only form of payment

As I sit here your words begin poisoning me

This section of town was not my first placement

Talking bout how I am no longer Steve

Bitch, Are you kidding? Your deranged kid

Got my chest all tight so I can barely breathe

If your mind is that soft better train it

Im struggling just to rise from underneath

Anyone who hates off me is entertainment

I sit here in the dark with my knife in its sheath

Considering where I should aim it.

This cold ass life makes it hard to believe

Even with clothes I am naked

His plan so elaborate I can barely conceive

Lying in this puddle I am shaking

Feels like these clouds will never leave

Sun never raises only races

I still remember what you said to me

My life so bleak I never could face it

I thought we wanted to be free

I know the safest way to get wasted

Thought you knew Id make you bleed

Thought you always wanted to taste it

Just a tiny prick and than you’ll see

After a few moments you start to feel sane again

Fix will be the only thing that you need

Then the night won’t be a stranger

So many sins my eyes have seen

And after all its always the same shit

I know this person is not me

To fly was my one true intent

I don’t know how long it has been

My love’s already completely spent

Not even my dreams give me peace

I can never rest until I begin to repent

Thoughts on this Monday

About my poetry. I personally dont think that its at the level it should be considering how long Ive been writing. I attribute that to not writing, and more importantly, not sharing those writings. I hope here to post rough poems that I know are not the best with the goal being that with time my writing will become more refined. Editing is a big part of that, so dont be surprised to see some of these poems return in edited forms. Thx for the support and patience. Im sure Ill post more random old poems as I find them, I need to go through old journals and old notebooks, if I havent already thrown them away. There are a few that I feel relate to many of the things that we all have been talking about these days, it would be nice if I could go back and find them. If nothing else new material will be provided. Feel free to be as honest as you want.

In other news I have a car! Check some of the provided pics. Its nice to finally be back in the flow of L.A. This city is unkind to travelers on foot. Haha. Dont have to worry about that now that I have Bruce (for Bruce Wane, tentative name for the car).

Driving down the 405 (the sister poem to I love L.A.)

Driving down the 405
Just one more ride
Just one more time
In the dark of the night
It's the flow that I like
Rain beating down with lighting so bright
Just so I can feel alive
So I can catch just one more high
Relive old lies
Just to say I tried
It's the same old sights
The same poisoned me for life
Blink fast at the flashing lights
Think I like strife?
Relying on lucky dice?
Makes me want to lay down and give up this life
Makes me want to write notes that start with goodbye
But for now lets just fly
Just one more ride
Down the 405
I got nothing to hide
Feeling that dark side
My wheels start to slide
I've got nothing inside
I am barely alive
Accept this one ride
Here I live through my bride
Death is my wife
She gives me reason to fight
My chest is so tight
Until I catch sight
Of the moon and its light
Than I remember I'm right
I can feel my true might
The darkness gives me insight
If I crash the car now Ill just begin flight
Towards the next life
Back to His right hand side
Scuse my blasphemy but I know that I'm right
It doesn't matter if there's no more sunlight
Ill create a fire in my heart tonight
Even if that same heart is cold as ice
The memories are all the kindling Ill need to ignite
The fire in my heart is as real as my life
Like jumping off the mountain from the highest height
It doesn't matter how difficult; for You Ill take flight
Feels so familiar as I fade out of sight
I've been here before, so many countless nights
This city wants me here, its my God-given right
The asphalt my blood and the concrete my life
If I want to shed asphalt this car is my knife
But for now let's just ride
Just one more time
Driving down the 405

I love my city of L.A. (rough version)

I love my city of L.A.
She is always home for me
A new stress with each new day
Just the way of these cold streets
We all escape in any way
You don't like drugs, we have T.V.
In this city we don't play
Fuck with us and you will see
You can call it just a game
But your bloods the currency
A hefty price that we must pay
Just to eat another week
Only our souls can be saved
It's far too late for the body
Some may wonder why we stay
If we are poisoned while we breathe
The smog will never go away
We are driven by machines
So much concrete we have laid
We spill oil when we bleed
While we laugh about this maze
Asphalt tears fall to the beat
Music thumping makes us sway
It's the rhythm that we need
So we can dance away our pain
In the darkness we are free
The Lost Angels of the day
Use the stars to find our peace
Were really Aztecs anyway
This is just our destiny
I guess its time for us to pay
For ancestral lust and greed
Should have sent Cortez away
Left him floating in the sea
In the end well be okay
They can't erase our history
It is written on our face
In the corn our children eat
Those brown eyes are still ablaze
We still have pride after defeat
We will have our glory days
Ocean breeze releaves the heat
I don't care what anyone says
Without L.A. there is no Steve

Soular sounds

I'm sure you guys have noticed more research conducted on cosmic sounds. Apparently the Cassini spacecraft has been picking up audio frequencies and sending them back here on earth.

Some of them are just damn cool...

Crazy sci-fi sounds for Enceladus (one of saturn's moons) This link came from this WIRED article.


Some changing frequencies from Saturn


And this is from a much less reliable source (youtube) but kind of cool. I heard both these sounds a few months ago, essentially, from electromagnetic vibrations and a little audio tweaking to make the frequencies audible scientists found something that sounds like an orchestra and something that sounds almost like speech.

For some, these sounds serve as evidence that the harmonics we hear as humans take on much more significant value than we give them as far as the Cosmos are concerned. Other's think they're simply flukes. And some just don't care.

Saturday night, with the terrorists

Apparently you guys aren't the only ones that make up weird songs about computer games.
Steven Brust, of the Dragaera fantasy / weirdness books has created Civ 4, the song.

If you like Brust, Civ 4 or both, check this out.

What I learned today: How not to get tased, maybe

Apparently I have a daily weird science crap column now.


Today's lesson, courtesy of NewScientist: how not to get tased, for the next time you're participating in a riot, protest, or other activity that may make The Man uppity. Recommended anti-taser tactics include wear really thick clothing, wear foil body armor, use a lot of crystal meth so you don't feel it, and my favorite: run really fast.

Other options included here if you are interested

We never imply ownership of a dildo

My computer at work is making the scariest noise I've ever heard and our computer tech guy decided to take today off, so sadly, I've been forced to come home. It's tragic. It's bad when your computer makes a loud humming, buzzing, rasping noise constantly and starts vibrating, right? So yeah, Fight Club taught me that bombs vibrate and I was afraid it was going to explode, and the lab safety policy says that I have the right and responsibility to remove myself from a work situation that I think is unsafe. So really, I'm not slacking off, I'm being a good employee. I swear.

Have you seen me?

As you may all know, one of our members has been noticeably absent. Indeed these have been hard times for the Cup community. The admins have heard your cries and are trying desperately to work out the technical issues.

For now, please enjoy this image as it best represents a vital missing component to the Cup...

One of the most disturbing things I've seen lately...

Here, if it's coming out too chunky. It's looking like poo on my computer, but my computer is poo... so yeah. Hopefully it works for you. Happy cat nipples to you.

Obligatory Warcraft Post of the Day

I found this when I was cleaning out my screenshots folder. Ah, memories.

What I learned today: Biofuels from your butt

I found this tidbit while I was reading an article about biofuels in the Smithsonian. Guy with a big powerboat wants to be environmentally friendly, so he runs it on biodiesel, from some interesting sources:

"...One of the great things about biodiesel," he declared, is that "it can be made from so many different sources." To prove it, his suppliers had concocted a dollop of the fuel for Earthrace from human fat, including some liposuctioned from the intrepid skipper's own backside.


Eew. The rest of the article is just the usual schpeal about biofuels, here if anyone is interested.

Profile Pic

Go to your dashboard and edit profile. Down the page you can add a URL for your profile image. The blogger software lets me indicate to show images in comments. But apparently when you add your profile image, your image isn't added retroactively.

So I'm also testing to see if my img shows here, on a post...I haven't seen anywhere in the software where I can select to "show profile image" for a post...

lets see...

inthecup url

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What's up party people? I'm sure most of you if not all have heard me mention Saul Williams in the last week or so. If not, you need to pay more attention. =D

I've been listening to his new cd and its pretty damn good (and free, which makes it better).
He describes it as ghetto gothic and I think that that works. Download it and give it a listen if you haven't already here. It's free for 192kbps quality and 5 bucks if you want 320kbps.

The guy sounds like a pretty interesting character from what I read on Wikipedia about him. From acting to poetry to music to writing, he's all over the place.

There's a short but cool interview with him and Trent here and below is a video of a song off his previous album that brought him to Trent's attention. Enjoy.