February 2012
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I don't understand
why PBS has such a poor reputation, it’s basically just NPR with video, which is awesome.
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Good Film or P.O.S?
There’s a very simple way to tell whether or not a film is crap; turn off the sound. If you still are able to tell what’s going on in the film when it’s muted, the film is typically good. If you can’t tell what is going on when the film is muted, it’s probably crap.
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Proverbs for Paranoids 3:
If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about answers.
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angeles20 asked: I loved your piece on U2. Well written!
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The 4 Most Uncool People On Earth
I have been writing a blog on the mass media for my Lit 391 course, the following is the latest entry, thought I would share it as I’m rather pleased with it.
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The Difference Between A Donkey & Donkey Kong
Speaking as a registered Democrat, I think the entire party is in need of some therapy; because somebody came along and said “liberal” means soft on crime, soft on guns, soft on Communism, soft on defense, and we’re going to tax you back to the Stone Age because people shouldn’t have to work if they don’t want to. And instead of saying “well, excuse me, you...
You can either lay yourself down to be tread upon by the souls of man, or you can stand tall and stride across the skin of the world.
Lace up your boots.
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Tumblr Log
Day 63
I have discovered the ‘Like’ button on Tumblr. It is slightly different than the ‘Like’ button on Facebook. I cannot yet comment on how it is different except to say I am not on Facebook therefore it must be different.
Further updates as events warrant.
…do not expect further updates.
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There. I said it.
Instagram is to photography what autotune is to music.
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Short Story. First 3 Paragraphs.
The highway was pitched in a blackening silence. Every few yards the dim flickering of the street lamps provided a pale yellow glow, then they would pass, plunging me back into the night. I took my hand off the steering wheel for a moment and patted the dashboard of my old and dented Jeep. “Everything is going to be all right” I whispered, “everything is going to be better now”. Moving my...