If you haven't been watching the adventures of Star Wars Kid, you haven't been supporting the net. I've noticed that periodically, we as a community must come together to create something out of nothing, and spread it faster than the nothing that we had spread before it. Star Wars Kids iS the latest phase, but one of the funniest, perhaps better than all your base belong to us. This thing is so unbelievably cool that we showed it during our conference presentation. That's some real power! Go check out the original and SWK 2.0!

I don't think I have ever been quite so restless in my life as I've been these last few weeks. Seems like most of the time I'm am antsy two year old waiting for something to do. Trash TV isn't filling the void like it used to and now that we have a new season of shows to choice from I feel like I should boycott them all or I'll end up a slave to the TV. It's time for a change and since that doesn't appear to be happening at work any time soon it has to be something else. I changed my hair, that hasn't helped much. The effects have all worn off.



Could it be? Have I climbed Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs and now I am ready for self-actualization? Nah.

Quarter Life Evolutionary Moment #313: Back in the third grade I was playing with one of those balls. You know the kind that make the great boing noise. It must have been Kick Ball or King's Court, which I personally rocked at. The ball went flying for some reason I don't recall right now, and hit a seventh grade girl. Apparently she was very fond of her nails and had broken one in her efforts to block the ball. To convey her extreme distaste with the situation she pushed me to ground an called me some name.



What did I do? Nothing I was a lowly third grade and she was an all powerful seventh grader. What should I have done? Picked up the ball and hurled it with all my might until everyone of those nails were broken and she looked the like the trailer park trash she was. After all she was already sporting heavy blue hooker eye shadow.

zug.com: link was discovered by the girlfriend. Lots of fun pranks to read. Personal favorites are the iTunes call to Apple to support the windows version, paying tolls with 2 fifty cent stickers and signing credit cards.

Memoirs of a bitter 25 year old who wishes he could have changed things

Resolutions to problems that happened in the last 25 years

How I could have handled things differently over my last quarter century

Living with a quarter life crisis

If only I had the balls to say that at the time

Regrets and possible solutions

Quarter Life Evolutionary Moments



Coming Soon

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Wired 11.10: How Ravenous Soviet Viruses Will Save the World: Interesting read... mental note, maybe one of the remaindered link thingies would be cool.

I've been working too much, and my phone etiquette has gone right out the door. I never answer with 'eddie's crack house' or 'yvette's r'n't' or 'yo' anymore. I love those crazy phrases, the ones that you save for when you know who's calling. I am all corporatized (it's a word now) and only stray from my name to hello as my daily greetings. How imaginative is that? The most excitment I get now is when I change my daily voicemail and get to say 'have a super weekend' or something equally lame, knowing that it's polite and that anyone who is in the know will know that it really means, go get shit faced this weekend and tell me the dirty stories later. The other terrible terrible side affect is I can't break the habit of hitting 9 to dial out no matter what phone I'm on.

Everything you wanted to know about the F word but were always to afraid to ask... here

Could someone please hit pause! Life's running a little fast these days and I am running out of time to catch up to it let along write something witty about it.

I drove down to Chicago for a wedding. Somehow everything seems different. All weddings before this didn't really mean as much. This one was significant. It affected somebody my life has been entwined with since birth. This one mattered.



It's was a joyful and sad experience all at once. It's sad that things I could once depend on are no longer there. They've been relegated to the back of my mind for future viewings. Thoughts of childhood. Thoughts of knowing that as much as you want to share your life with those around you now, only those who were there can truly appreciate it's impact on your development. It made me happy to see that life is progressing. I never wanted to be mature, as if that meant I couldn't have fun. Now I think of mature as just being a single word that means life has happened to you. A twelve year old girl with leukemia is more worn out by life than some 25 years old.