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Name: Brad
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Metro: Columbus
Birthday: 11/28/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: movies, music, God, postmodernism
Expertise: Creating stimulating pictures and images, creating good guitar-like music, fixing stuff... annoying people...
Occupation: Computer related (Internet)
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  tadcalabash
Member Since:
4/11/2004
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| EDIT:
I apologize to anyone who happened upon the post I made last night. Word to the wise, never make a post late at night when you're feeling sorry for yourself. When you re-read it in the light of day, you'll realize it just comes off as a whining rant. | | |
| happy birthday to me...
(oh yeah, happy birthday to Jon Stewart as well...)
on an unrelated note, Doug left for NY, so now I have no one to harass constantly.
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| Bill O’Reilly revives "War on Christmas"
If this starts up again this year, I will punch anyone I hear saying there's a culture war against Christmas. I'm serious. Right in the face.
I for one wouldn't mind Christmas not being associated with the crass consumerism it is now. But, I guess O'Reilly's gotta have something to get fired up about.
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| "Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust
me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way
you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you
really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The
real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your
worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who
are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're
behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The
most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with
their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're
gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself
too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are
everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what
other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be
nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most
likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the
older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in
Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will
philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when
you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children
respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe
you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run
out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look
85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from
the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it
for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCc_DlPxlAg
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| CURSES!!!
When I saw an email from The Daily Show this morning, I almost fell out of my chair... then I actually read the e-mail.
It started out alright, as your generic auto-reply e-mail. " If you are successful in your request you will hear back from us. If
you do not hear back from us, unfortunately we could not accommodate
your request." So I'm still holding out hope. Then I read the end.
"Unfortunately if you are contacting us about the Columbus, Ohio taping, we no longer are giving out ANY tickets to this taping."
Why don't they advertise these things ahead of time? Punks.
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