The Pepsi Analyses

This single document has been the one thing I have been breaking my back over this week. It's surprising how long I spent on it really. Personal opinion about Coke and Pepsi? I'm impartial. Pepsi has a sweet but milder taste than Coke. Coke is sharp and crisp. Coke leaves a yuck after taste at the back of my throat. Pepsi gives me yum burps. P.s. Check out the new Library up the top there! It's all of my coolio issuu pdfs I have thrown up at various times. I probably won't put this one in there since it's kinda boring..

Navel Gazing #4

Well for the final post for Navel Gazing week I don't have a whole lot of time for you guys I'm afraid. So instead I will leave you with a great series of vids that epitomize the "Living like I'm still a teenager who hasn't a care in the world" lifestyle. It's a brief small window into a cruisier world of skating where their hero's don't include Bam Margera. Enjoy

Navel Gazing #3

Today I found a dead mutilated weasel. Guess he thought he could sneak by my rodent land mines. That taught him a lesson he wont ever forget.
I saw Inception the other day, and it's been lurking on my mind ever since. I have been willing myself into having dreams as well. It's not that difficult when I usually don't get up till 11. This mid morning dreams are always crazy. The other day I was in the middle of a dream when these people were like "Ok, so the nicest way to wake up is like this..." and then my conciousness started to feel like it was pulsing to the surface, then I woke up. It was actually a delightful way to wake up. I woke 5 minutes before the alarm I was going to ignore was going to go off. So I turned it off and went back to sleep. Similiar thing happened at 8:20, the other time I usually get up. I'm rather impressed with my body clock. I have two internal alarms depending on the time I want to wake up. Well to be honest I have a snooze internal alarm as well, which never actually goes off, so it serves its purpose perfectly.

*Inception questions alert, don't read past here if you haven't seen it yet*

Things I want to know: How does that machine work that makes them dream? If the architect makes all the dream places does that mean that they would be inside her dreams no matter how far in they go? How come other peoples projections don't fill up the dreaming like Cobbs wife? If they can create more projections how come the extractors don't train their own projections to fight back in counter, like an imaginary army. Where is limbo stored? in peoples consciousness I presume. But since they come back to it by dreaming, doesn't that just make it a new level and not limbo at all? Couldn't the architect, or host dreamer, make new levels unconsciously, unwittingly creating an infinite amount of levels? If it was all a dream and the spinning top didn't topple that would mean his wife is still alive. But does that mean all the other characters were projections? If he's really still sleeping, how far down is he? If he's only one level down that would mean time is moving quite fast and he should have woken up naturally. If he's down in a level below or near limbo that would support the theory about infinite levels.

*Your safe now*

After all is said and done, the movie was a little disappointing because the trailer showed every single special effect used, and lets all admit it, we all went to see it because we wanted people to run around in a city folding in on itself, and have nostalgic memories about seeing The Matrix for the first time. But I enjoyed it for all the questions it left behind. I can't wait for all the shitty fan fiction and youtube vids start flying around.

Drypnz

Navel Gazing #2

Well I did manage to do something with my night yesterday. I spilt V in my Keyboard earlier in the day. Which super sucks! Nothing went wrong for a while, but later on while on MSN I discovered my keystrokes were registering more than one key. It got particularly bad when pressing A, S, & D would zoom me to the bottom of what ever I was doing. Not good times. But anyway, I opened the old sheela up and gave her insides a good scrub down, and eventually fixed her up good. I'm like a nerdy mechanic! Be proud of me Dad!! Or not. Heh heh, nah he loves me. Even if he thinks computers are for SISSIES.

"And as he dealt with his upper class problems, with his head hunched over bits of square plastic, on the other side of the world thousands of people were being wiped away by floods and mud slides. But he knew as long as he concentrated on important things like what his latest bands were doing or how Steve Jobs Reality Distortion field works, he would never have to worry about things like fighting for survival. But unkown to him new neighbours were moving in next door with their adorable pet "Hank, The life lesson teaching Weasel"."

Drypnz

Navel Gazing week #1

Last night I vowed I would do something worth posting about today. Instead I decided to sleep in and skip uni. So now that I have effectively scuttled my education and my day I now pronounce that this week will be dedicated to navel gazing and sitting in ivory towers sipping bohemian tea. This is to combat a conversation I had about the format of most of my posts which is: "Today I went to ______ with, person, person person, and did something lol. P.s. Here are some crappy pics of stickers."

So instead I'm going to talk about thoughts, and since they never physically happened they don't follow any set format. 

Branding. What do you think about when you hear this word? Labels? Clothing? A hot iron rod pressed into the buttocks of a cow? Strangely that last one is pretty much what labels and logos are all about. It's a symbol thats branded into your brain. And along with it comes a whole pile of myths and legends that are attached to it. They come to us in various forms, advertising, personal experiences, etc. Some are negative, some are positive. you look at the golden arches of McDonalds and you already have all these opinions and biases about it. It's kinda crazy really that we can have so many thoughts and opinions about what at the end of the day is, a product or a service. With things like a cross or a flag it makes a little bit more sense. Religion and politics matter a bit more than the adidas logo on your underwear. 

Really all I'm trying to say is, if they want to market nazi philosophy in a post WWII culture, they should really stop using the swastika. The Buddhists are pissed you stole it guys. Even if you did reverse it. But I have a totally original design for you to use. Go ahead, knock yourselves out. Seriously, knock yourselves out you fucken racists.

P.s. Here's some crappy pictures of stickers. See You tomorrow with some more super thought provoking musings.

ActionMan Adam

Tiempo Fuera/Tiempo Muera

Translated: Freud Time/Dead Time

Rigging it

Hey guys, this is a special little request. If you think this above picture is choice and deserves to go on a Tee, then help Nicola out and vote it up. Unfortunatly you need to sign up, but that took me less than a minute. So it should only take people over the age of 50 half an hour or so to go through the entire process. So if your fairly young you don't have any excuse for helping out a friend. Woo go Nicola.

"This isn't an arms race! It's a popularity contest!" said Obama in a keynote speech to the U.N. in a botched attempt to reference pop culture. Fall Out Boy in an interview later commented that "I doubt he even listens to our music, How could you get the title so wrong?"

Suits and Casinos

Right now I'm pretty tired, trying to keep up with uni stuff while at the same time pursuing a social life. And to top it off I'm coming down with something. But enough with my personal woes! Yesterday we suited up for Quins birthday. Primed ourselves by watching The Hangover, and then went to the casino. I went in with 20 bucks, lost the first ten straight off on blackjack. The girls went off and played roulette. The numbers and chips flying all over the table kind of put us guys off, so we stuck with the blackjack. We started off pretty awkward, sorta like the first day of school or something, except everyones got more money, and instead of teachers you have a guy in a vest who represents the monstrosity known as the "house" who would happily take your kneecaps as payment for cheating if need be. Or so I assume, most of my knowledge about casinos is gleaned from movies. 

Hayden got out of the night 70 or so dollars up on what he started with, luck bastard. Matt was outa luck though when it came to handling his own chips, but fortunatly owned up when I lent him one of my chips. It's his fault I came out of there with twice what I started with. Woo. Quin broke even, and Ben. Well Ben watched I guess.

P.s. Never play the poky machines. Those things are just depressing. I would rather best my luck against vest guy than the flashy box which is designed to make sure your money disappears into it. 

Oh yes, and then we went to a pool room place and I managed to shoot these on the way. Sadface, I'm still using my phones crappy camera. Half the shots came out blurry as heck. P.P.S. I hate drunk people so much I might write a song about it.

Tiempo Fueda/Tiempo Muera

ActionMan Adam / Bone