drumcorps, photos 4 Comments

Topless Drumcorps

As requested… I have delved into the drumcorps archives and dredged up the smuttiest and sleaziest drumcorps photos of the late 90’s! (And don’t forget… you asked for it!)

Here they are, in no particular order:


Here’s a teaser: just a little midriff.


Mmm, some more midriff. Check out that hot… um, chick. Yeah.


Chad shaved his head for Finals in ’95. That’s sort of “going topless”…


When I think of topless drumcorps, *this* is my fantasy. Mmm… tasty.


But these two fine specimens are more of the reality than the fantasy.


And finally: bottomless drumcorps. Or pantsless, if you prefer.

site-related 4 Comments

Now Taking Requests

I know I should probably wrap up the detail work on this site before I start bemoaning my sparse readership (again). After all, the website archives aren’t on this server yet, and my CSS and PHP still have some glitches to smooth out.

Still, though, I find myself posting my link in other blogs’ comments, and signing up on all those blog tracking sites, and wanting strangers to think my site is as cool as I think theirs is. Are. Whatever.

But, in all actuality, I created this site: a.) to keep in touch with my out-of-town and sometimes out-of-touch friends; b.) to encourage myself to continue writing and journaling; and c.) to give myself a continuing web design challenge. So, I ask you, the readership, what you’d like to read:

  1. More day-to-day shit (e.g. ‘my job sucks’ or ‘my computer crashed’)
  2. More links to news stories (e.g. the new Willy Wonka movie, Viktor Yuschenko’s face, or the death penalty)
  3. More philosophical and sociopolitical thoughts and ideas and rants
  4. More pictures and picture galleries (daily or weekly, even, if I have that many good ones?)
  5. More links to linkworthy blogs and rants
  6. Your content’s just fine as it is! Why do you always worry about shit so much?

Leave some love in the comments section.

ruminations 2 Comments

Scott Peterson

Maybe I’m a bleeding-heart liberal. Maybe I still have too strong of ties to my Christian roots. Maybe those Amnesty International people I tried to hang out with that one semester rubbed off on me.

I just can’t get excited about Scott Peterson getting the death penalty.

It reminds me of how I felt when I heard about Saddam Hussein’s sons being killed. I just can’t get happy about someone being dead (or being sentenced to death), no matter how evil they are or what atrocities they committed.

I know that proponents of the death penalty would remind me that it’s just costing taxpayers money to keep criminals alive and in jail. I don’t know… I just wish there were some way we could somehow make these criminals realize the horrors they’ve committed, and not be proud of their “accomplishments,” but instead actually show remorse and feel genuine regret for the rest of their lives, or until they’re truly rehabilitated and can be reintroduced to society.

(Good grief… What the hell kind of tree-hugging hippie crap have I come up with this time…?)

All I know is that no one in a so-called “Christian country” should be jumping up and down with unbridled joy at the pronunciation of a death sentence, like I saw on ABC News tonight.

geekspeak

Why Does My Computer Hate Me?

I’ve been finishing my Mom’s Christmas present this evening—I’m not sure what I think of how it turned out, but I’m sure she’ll love it. She may even cry. Anyway, suffice to say for now that Photoshop was involved in creating said gift, as was a trip to Big Lots. (I love Big Lots.)

So, we all know how much my current computer loves to run multiple RAM-hogging applications. Surprisingly, the ‘puter made it through the end of the project, taking long minutes to save my 50MB Photoshop file after each major change, during which I was surfing on Aaron’s computer. (Tuckle Rori > DaisyDo > Moxie Design Studios > Chepooka) But the gift is now complete, so I had thought it would be safe to surf on my own damn computer.

Not so.

I closed out everything except Firefox and WinAmp, because I wanted to surf to some tunes. I Googled shoutcast christmas to find some holiday spirit, and located the SomaFM Christmas feed, which was rocking my balls for about a song and a half.

Then the fucking computer froze.

You lasted through a 100MB Photoshop file, but freeze when I want to listen to music and click on a link at the same time? And I didn’t even click—I just moused over the damn link! WTF?

As soon as Christmas Eve hits, you are so out of here.

(I’m never installing anything major in my own computer ever again.)