Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Of90cKxSeuw
Ross: I LOVE THIS
Me: I know you do...
Ross: BANANAS ARE GOOD = THERE IS A GOD
Me: Kirk Cameron is well off the reservation...
Ross: ...with Katie Holmes and tom cruise only they are on Scientology planet. They should fight to the death...
Me: ...using blunt fruit

What good is a concept, a project, an idea, energy, if you're trumped by the guy with more money than you? The internet is still a place where merit matters until we start selling off chunks of what effectively is all of our idea (or imagination) space. Got to thinking about this at about the same time I got this email:

Received: 12:17 AM
"Brandon - I can get your site to the top of a search engines listings. If you're interested, reply with the web addresses you want to promote and the best way to contact you with some options. - [Name omitted]"

Sent: 12:38 AM
[Name omitted] - thanks for offering your services. I won't be needing them... the majority of my work makes its way around the internet with enough speed from viral activity that search engines are often behind by the time things hit a fever pitch. Besides, I don't want to force people to see stuff - what and how things enter into people's consciousness ought to be up to them and vetted through sound decision making and trust, not a large SEO budget. Thanks!

Step One - Find shirt (usually from Georgia Thrift or could be left behind by friend - point is you did not own it originally or it came into your keeping through some indirect manner)

Step Two - Ignore shirt for at least 2 weeks (throw it on top of laundry pile and forget about it until your turn with the washing machine)

Step Three - Wear all clean clothes until you have nothing left (this is when you discover forgotten shirt in the pile while sorting through for semi-wearable clothes because you never do laundry)

Step Four - Put on shirt and say to self, "Pfff - WHATEVER..." and go out

Step Five - Shenanigans, ribaldry, debauchery, defenestration, gingerbread house building, horse-betting, soap-making, life choice-decisioning, fire-fighting, and finally pancake eating

Step Six - remove shirt - alone or with help - and at some point inspect (notice glow of influence now emanating from once simple garment)

Step Seven - wear shirt again when necessary

- Why I made that face
- How useless certain magazines are
- Justin Timberlake
- I paid for x but got y
- Words really mean things and are not randomly interchangeable
- What I meant when it looked like I was typing for an hour but didn't respond
- Yeah, I changed the WEP password again
- You'll split the check if it's your goal to be paid
- I said to do x but you did y
- Why there's ground up coffee beans in chocolate now apparently (new)

Where there's feathers, there's pillow fights. And that is exactly what was to be found today in Dupont Circle where about a hundred people arrived (likely just out of bed) for Washington DC's 2008 Pillow Fight. Here's some video I shot after I having the wind knocked out of me:

About Half-Way Through


Final 30 Seconds

Today I witnessed the best of the worst one man dramas ever to take place over the miracle that is group chat. As probably the only person who cares, I get to name it - so, I'm tentatively calling it "Untitled Performance with Keyboard and File Sharing Program" but it's probably already better known as "Thousands Ignore Anti File Sharing Giant's Attempt to Scare You Off of SolarSeek".

What follows is the kind of disaster technology scenes that people really love to believe. Let's listen in...

(krazer01, an unsuspecting file sharer, probably in his teens, finishes shooting up, punching his dog and praying to Satan, then logs into SolarSeek)

krazer01: virus
krazer01: o shit
krazer01: my pc is goin down
krazer01: kfwejfd
krazer01: wtf
krazer01: wtf
krazer01: a mesage came to me and said that my sistem will be fucked up from soulseek
krazer01: my antivirus is goin crazy
krazer01: wtf
krazer01: something is goin wron in this room
krazer01: to many viruses
krazer01: wtf
krazer01: wfefsd

(krazer01 feels his machine heating up, then, realizing he has but seconds to live, resolutely reaches his hand under his chair and brings it back holding the pin of a live grenade. The sound of breaking wood and glass turns krazer01's head to his door where DRM Agents are amassing, weapons drawn. End Scene)

Things like this are so inane they shouldn't exist - and so obviously fake that they DON'T exist but for the money it takes to pay someone to type a few times a day during peak downloading times. Now, I've become more aware of the technological fear campaign involving computers recently mostly because I've reached a point where I can safely discern what is and what isn't possible with a computer. For those of you who still aren't sure, here are a few examples:

Possible: You accidentally delete all your vacation photos
Impossible: Computer dislikes your important files and decides to get rid of them

Possible: You install some goofy software that hijacks your browser
Impossible: Computer picks up your wallet you left while jogging and emails your financial information to heads of world crime syndicates

Possible: There is like, a ton of porn on the Internet and your kids find it
Impossible: Computer traipses through your house during the night clubbing your children

Let's get a handle on this.

Two days ago, in typical spontaneous form, Jocelyn lept up and started cutting a banana into segments, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and before I could ask what she was doing, the whole thing was in my freezer. She would explain later, she said. I soon forgot about it.

Tonight she took the frozen banana chunks out of the freezer and blended them into an icy mush which we scooped onto a plate and added the following ingredients (you can add your own):
- Cocoa Powder
- Vegan Chocolate Yogurt
- Cinnamon

The texture was almost exactly like Ice Cream. I suggest this great and simple recipe if you're looking for something to turn heads at your next party! Good idea, Jocelyn :)