WTF?

Why is my beard red and my hair blond. Isn't that a sign of inbreeding?

Daydreaming

I guess I have been kinda daydreaming lately. I have more freetime and that has led to me doing some contemplation about my "temple" and what form it should take. I have always been slender and kept my hair short. Well I decided today that I wanted to go the opposite way and see how it affects my weltanshaung or "world view" as it were.

Any comments and thoughts are welcome.

Shetland Ponies

Several years ago I was really into unusual examples of wildlife. I came upon a sweet video of a Shetland pony doing tricks like trying to jump over a trainer but ultimately failing. I guess these quirkly little fellows had quite an impact on me as I have begun the process of buying stable space for my very own Shetland. As soon as I have him I will upload some video.

The Rain

I was sitting out in my yard last night, munching on some hippie brownies and just enjoying the sensation of rain drops. What is it about rain that is so real? Well I guess rain is a living example of reincarnation in the vedic sense. It is what it is and it always shall be no matter what permutations it goes through.

But the rain carries with it a sense of where it has been..DOES IT NOT?
It carries the whispers of mankind in the form of chemicals. It also carries the earth and the sun with it as well. The heat or cold gathered from the heavens in tiny little raindrop shaped raindrops. Pretty sweet if you ask me.

My quest to become a healer

I realized early on that basic human touch was unrivaled at bringing peace and tranquility to others. So as I grew older I started to explore how I might give the gift of healing through my hands. I tried learning the guitar and letting my hands create ethereal sounds to bathe my guests in soundwaves of the Dude. This led to some success but ultimately I realized I needed to reduce the distance between myself and the ball of energy that is the other person.

So I took up learning massage and even went as far as to buy a professional massage table. Many of my friends offered up their hurting and weary bodies for a chance at receiving my healing touch. At this stage in my life I feel very open to healing as many souls as possible.

The fact that I only wish to heal nubile young females is really irrelevant.

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Sweet, dude.

The Gaming Industry and Bananas- a comparison

So as most of you know I am one of the best programmers in the gaming industry. I would like to make an effort to speak to YOU, the commoner, about what is going on inside the gaming industry at the moment. In order for your brain to get my points I will be using an unpeeled banana as a comparitive physical object.

The popular conception is that the best graphics are essential to the best gaming. The popular conception is you need to buy the biggest and most unspotted Dole brand Banana for the best in bananas. BUT WAIT! What if you are eating someting prepackaged and not so tasty? What if the best games are those that are small, mottled and cut down from some Portugese welfare recipient's backyard in Kapa'a, Kauai?

My point is that you might want to think about what you want of the "banana" before you buy it. Are you buying the latest greatest banana due to the length and thickness? What about all that tasty flesh on the inside? Perhaps if you just tried a smaller less handsome banana then perhaps you would see that even those with tiny bananas with black spots all over them can still produce something good for you.

That is my point, I have the ability to let you tast a small and spotty banana that might not completely fill you up or leave you satisfied but at least you are enjoying something organic and from me.

So keep it real and shop organic and play indie games. We might be smaller but we try harder.

Richard Nixon - a personal hero of mine

When I was younger I was often told by my parents that I would have to go into the culinary arts as my profession and life's work. I always felt I had to honor my parents and nearly started working at McDonald's to hone my skills. But I felt I could do more beneficial things for society like copying Nintendo's Super Monkey Ball.

One day I was watching history channel and it was showing how Richard Nixon left the White House and was defiantly waving his two hands above his head forming the letter V. He kept yelling that he was not a cook. Thanks Richard for giving me the will to defy my parents draconian efforts to make me into a short order cook.

So this photo came about when I dressed up in honor of Trick Dicky and showed off the trademark anti-cooking stand of defiance!!

My new eco-diary DAY 1!!!

Today was a great day. I woke up with the dawn's light reaching into my innards and lightly tap-tap-tapping me towards a heightened awareness.

My new life partner, Moonbeam, nuzzled at my side. I sighed with deep contentment as she breathed in my phermonically balanced musk.

As I prepared the fair trade, shade grown coffee beans picked by fairly compensated farmers , my sweet one asked if I had soy creamer. Nay, I said back to her in a gender balanced tone...but I got milk?

After bathing in filtered bath water in my naturally formed stone bath tub I quickly put on my all hemp thread thong underwear and slipped on my favorite pair of banana leaf trousers.

Today would be a grand day!