February 28, 2004
Organized group sex or a European sport? You decide.
On the Simpsons pinball game that I like to play, this is the score that you need to get for a replay.
Being the almost beyond awesome (pin)baller that I am, this is the score that I managed to get.
February 26, 2004
Was I dreaming, or was the normally disgusting field directly above the sewers of Georgia Tech, covered with beautiful toxic snow.
This rugged Jeep, having spent its entire existance in the Southeast is excited about finally being introduced to another one of the elements. Hey, if its not trail rated, its not a Jeep 4x4.
This little guy really made my smile as I was walking toward my imminent doom in Skiles 209. Isn't he cute?!?!
After I tried to pet the cute little snowman, I was confronted my its huge mother. I found it shocking not only how protective the snowpeople are of thier young, but also how quickly they were able to reproduce.
This matrix wannabe is Crazy Ryun, but I unofficially call him "Sir Shady". This is the pose that Ryun always makes before pelting people with whatever he happens to have in his left hand (in this case a snowball).
February 24, 2004
DENJIN J!!!!!
This is the perfect picture to use for a destop background. As of this posting, I have been using it for weeks and it hasn't dissapointed. If you would like a larger version for this purpose, simply contact me and I will send one to you.
January 8, 2003
This is my brand new keyboard. It sure is cute, but functionality is what matters, just ask Jessica Simpson.
November 18, 2003
I have always said that there is nothing wrong with a little bit of experimentation, so today I decided to take some pictures of myself to see what other people have to see when I make the various faces that I do. The results were shocking, yet none the less, very educating.
At the beginning of this experiment I was having a bit of trouble even paying attention to myself or the camera, the resulting shot was of me i a kind of daze, a sight likely familiar to many of my less entertaining professors.
Realizing that staring blankly for the rest of the session would not help anyone, I got down to buisness. In the past, people have always told me that when I am sarcastic they have difficulty knowing it because I state my comment with a straight face and I don't change my tone. This disability has caused my a good deal of grief in the past, so this year I have adopted a new method of delivering sarcastic comments. Whenever I say anything the least bit sarcastic, I am always sure to make the queerest face that I am capable of and to deliver my comment in the most obnoxious and mocking of tones. I don't have a recording of me being sarcastic, but this is the approximate facial expression.
Whenever I get particurally mad at someone, and I am in the mood for confrontation, and they are four and a half to five feet tall, I get "all up in their grill" and give them a look like this. The idea is to let them know that they really don't want to mess with me, and after seeing this picture, I am sure that if I was 4'6-5'0 and I was looking down on my like my fourth grade teacher from hell, I would definetly not mess with me. Thank you Ms. O'Meara for teaching me how to look scary.
To be honest, I don't really know any fishermen or what they look like, but I do know that I hate being out on boats for extended periods of time and I also don't care much for fishing. Therefore, if I was a fisherman, this is what I would probably look like most of the time (except maybe wetter and with a bit more dirt on my face).
Brendan recently pointed out to me that I am quite the pirate. I don't really know what pirates are supposed to look like, but I do know they say "YARRRRR". I sometimes say "yarrrrr" myself, and this is the face that I make when I do.
I was talking about the Matrix with some guys earlier today, and I was influenced by our conversation to try the "there is no spoon" trick. Unfortunetly I do not have spoons in my dorm, but I do have a finger. You should have seen how it bent after 15 seconds of concentration or so. It reminded me of what happened to Harry Potter's arm in his second movie. Anyway, I was too shocked to snap a picture of my finger in an incredibly unatrual position, but i did get one of the initial stage of the process. Don't worry parent folk, just like the spoon in the movie, as soon as I stopped concentrating, the finger snapped right back into place.
This is a picture of me doing my famous "Rolling my pupils back in my head so it looks like I don't have any" trick. I can see why people are freaked out whenever I do this, as it is a rather unsettling image. In fact, it was so unsettling and my teeth seemed so not white and shiny, that I decided to take it for a spin in Photoshop to make it more aesthetically pleasing. You can check out the result by clicking on the original picture.
November 4, 2003
I'm like totally freakin out man.
October 25, 2003
Me, sporting my yellow jackets shirt and yellow pants.
September 18, 2003
Who needs pick up lines when they have pictures like this.
Writing on my secret, personal, word of the day yellow pages.
Its almost scary how close this picture came to being a rated R shot.
This is what the door to my room looks like from the study.
September 7, 2003
My beautiful room, Caldwell 109
My closet, the place where I neatly store things. Note the shirt hanging up, it got completely soaked when I played tennis earlier today for 2.5 hours
The trash cans that actually look somewhat similar to the rest of the room. Notice the weird tan that my feet got
This is the dreaded shower basket
This is where i put my towel to dry
My studious roomate, Eric
I hope that this is not what I look like most of the day (though I am sure this face is not unfamiliar with Physics)
I am apparently astonished by the results of one of the many experiments that I house in my dorm room
August 31, 2003
One of the great lunches that I get Monday-Friday
Caldwell, my home
Fortunetly, not an SRS of the folks at Georgia Tech (or even those who play DDR here). Part of the whole culture really disgusts me, maybe I will write about it sometime.
Oh YAY! More.
As this picture demonstrates the English department does not have much of a standing at Georgia Tech.
After taking this picture, I realized that I needed to shave.
The lone swing of Georgia Tech.
