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I wonder if anyone actually reads this anymore. There must be some people cause i still get traffic oh well.

As many of you know a few months ago I purchased a Nikon D70s DSLR camera. I love it. I can’t believe how nice and fast this camera is. There is one problem. There are too many items to compliment this camera. What i mean is there are too many lenses, tripods, cables, adapters etc. and I must have them all. This is gear lust. Wanting everything just for the sake of having it. Will I use all of this? Hopefully. I hope to take more and more photos. I love taking bar photos.. but there’s only one thing. I don’t goto the bar much and the camera isn’t exactly “compact” but it does take awesome pics.

All my gear as of Thurs Sept 14th 11:25am:

Nikon D70s DSLR
Nikkor AF-S 18-70mm f3.5-4.5G ED-IF DX Zoom Lens
Nikkor AF 50mm f1.8D
Nikon SB600 Speedlight
Nikon SC-29 TTL Remote Cord
Nikon ML-L3 Remote Control
SanDisk 1GB Extreme III CF Card
Lexar USB 2.0 Multi-Card Reader
Strofen OmniBounce
Lumiquest Mini Softbox
Lowepro SlingShot 200AW Backpack
Bogen 3001 Tripod
Bogen 3025 3D Tripod Head
Stroboframe Quickflip Flash Bracket *purchased aug 06
Sigma 10-20mm F4-5.6 EX DC HSM Nikon Mount *purchased aug 07

Items for future purchase:

Nikkor AF-S 70-300mm f/4.5-5.6G ED-IF VR Zoom
Nikkor AF-S 18-200mm f/3.5-5.6 ED-IF DX VR Lens -OR- Sigma 18-200mm f3.5-6.3 DC OS

2x SB-28 Speedlight PocketWizard Wireless Trancievers/Recievers

Well as you can see I have updated the page a little. One major change is the new gallery. Still a work in progress. I changed web hosts again. let me know if something don’t work.

Last sunday was Asian Nate’s Birthday/Going away party. Had a great time. Good pics. Check them out.

I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there’s no fucking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically “wrap around” Rock, leaving it immobile? Why the hell cant paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? Why aren’t sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I’ll tell you why,because paper can’t beat anybody a rock would tear that shit up in about 2 seconds.

When I play rock/paper/scissors I always choose rock.Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say Oh shit, I’m sorry I thought paper would protect you Asshole! Link

Well the little brother got hitched this past weekend. It was a good time. Ran out of alcohol at the reception. My dad cried, and I made fun of him. That’s all for now.

Well it’s been awhile since I last posted.. just like everyone else I’ve been busy. Ha.. excuses for not keeping up a website.

Not much happens in my life that’s probably why I don’t have shit to talk about. When I talk to people I haven’t seen in awhile and they ask what I’ve been doing I really don’t have a respone. All I do is goto work and fuck around on the computer when I get home. I don’t go out drinkin anymore. First shift sucks. I know I don’t have it as bad as a lot of you but I do like sleep. I probably sleep more than the average person so fuck you!.

Had my 25th birthday a few days ago.. went to my parents and had some steaks. Thanks mom. I got to see the family which I never do. I live 2 1/2 miles from my parents and haven’t been over there in 2 months. Am I lazy or just don’t have the ambition to go over there? I don’t know.

So Jord and Szejda graduated… Finally.. just makes me feel like a loser cause I didn’t finish, but I gess it comes back to that motivation thing that I lack. Sure I want to make more money and all, but I really hate school. CS classes don’t bother me but it’s everything else. Do you think I give a fuck if I understand the meaning of a some book that some dead person wrote 50years ago. Fuck no. let’em rott.Congrats to all the Grads.

I guess that’s all the rant I have in me for now. hope you enjoyed my meaningless words. Till next time.. later.

I’d like to take a moment of your time to talk about a new alcohol that I’ve discovered. It’s called George M Tiddy’s. Yes Titty’s. I will then reference the alcohol in the future as boob or boobies because it has the same effect on one’s self that chasing the real thing does. You loose self control. Your motor skills and senses are dulled. The only thing you can think about is getting more boobs. Hours and hours are spent pursuing this drug and in the end you are still empty handed. You start talking about boobs like they’re the best thing in the whole world. You loose money, your posessions start to end up missing and you can’t remember what you were doing the night before. Why do I tell you this if boobs are so wonderful. It is a prelog to my story I am about to tell you.

Friday night me and James are going to play some video games. Like we do most friday nights. Why? cause it’s free and fun. A couple weeks ago I ordered some alcohol from Charlies Place. Thurs night I stop and see if it’s in.. YES.. great. A special treat for fri night. I uncapped the fifth and started playing games. This was about 8pm. I’m playing Counter Strike: Source cause I better in there than 1.6 (might be because everyone has already mastered 1.6) I’d doin pretty damn good. Bout 9:30 comes and i’m startin to buzz. and I’m kickin ass in CS. Then an awesome map on 1.6 comes on so I jump over there. 10:30 sosa gets home and I notice 1/2 the fifth is gone. I’m feelin really good. Now everyone is home and we got some good gaming goin. Ray calls up and wants james to goto the pub. I tell him I want to go but he just ignores me. 12am comes.. that’s all I remember.

APPARENTLY - don’t you love that word when associated with a drunk story.

Apparently me and James take a trip to Taco Bell and 7-11. In my drunken adventure the cashier asks “How are you doing” my resopone “Fuck Yeah” so we then get taco bell.

bout 3-4am I wake up on the couch.

There’s a 3-4hour gap that I can’t remember a damn thing. I lost my wallet and the keys to my truck. I think they’re in James ride. That’s about all I can hope.

From what they tell me I walked upstairs on my own will and crashed on the couch.

God I love friends that let you know when you’ve had enough.

Funny Story

My girlfriend and I were dating for over a year, and we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me,
and my girlfriend? She was a dream!

There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that was my mother-in-law to be. She was a career woman, smart, but most of all
beautiful and sexy. She sometimes flirted me, quite obviously too,and made me feel uncomfortable.

One day, she called me and asked me to come over to check the invitations.

So I went. She was alone, and when I arrived she whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she can’t overcome. So before I get married and commit my life to her daughter, she wants to make love to me just once.

What could I say? I was in total shock, and couldn’t say a word.

So she said “I’ll go to the bedroom, and if you are up for it, just come and get me.” I just watched her as she went up the stairs.

I stood there for a moment, and then turned around and went to the front door… I opened it and stepped out of the house.

Her husband was standing outside, and with tears in his eyes, hugged me and said “We are very happy and pleased, you have passed our little test. We couldn’t have asked for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family.”

Lesson learned: Always keep your condoms in your car.

The Parrot

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird’s mouth was rude, obnoxious, and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird’s attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music, and anything else he could think of to “clean up” the bird’s vocabulary.

Finally, John was fed up, and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot, and the parrot got angrier and even ruder. John, in desperation, threw up his hands, grabbed the bird, and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he’d hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John’s outstretched arms and said “I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I’m sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior.”

John was stunned at the change in the bird’s attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, when the bird continued, “May I ask what the turkey did?”.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

mm.. here ya go GM..,

ASS HAIR

I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to all though tasteless, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble pooping. No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique.
It seems my ss-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling.

Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with somepaper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can’t-Be-Flushed threshold. I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. “Hey, this is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don’t I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!” I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. “How many Indians could there be?” said by General Custer. “Looks like a good day for a drive!” by JFK. “There! America On-line now has complete Usenet access!” by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.

I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occasionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn babe. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.

Little did I know. I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I
thought, it would dry. Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic poop -molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky poop/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there
and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm. Unfortunately, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally
reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.

As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering poop/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own poop blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: “It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks.” Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks.

Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil. As if that wasn’t
enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad.

Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn’t just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.

Friends-DON’T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

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