“…At pagkatapos ng isang napakalaking halimaw grabbed ang mga anak, at ginawa ang mga ito kumain ng wheat bread!”
“…At pagkatapos ng isang napakalaking halimaw grabbed ang mga anak, at ginawa ang mga ito kumain ng wheat bread!”

Pretty sad when you can chug a 1/2 bottle of Jamesons in an hour and not feel a thing. I don’t know if its just me, but this tastes like watered down Bourbon.
My dearest friend gave me a plant almost two years ago. As a single, young adult male, I’m astonished that, not only is it still alive, but occasionally, it blooms!
Ain’t it perty!!
Update: Not only was I reminded that this is a Hibiscus, I found a photo from Jan. 2010, when it was about 9 months old…


Blackburn Rovers’ Sherwin Smith (right) clashes with a Thanda Royal Zulu opponent during the East London side’s 1-0 victory at the Buffalo City Stadium on Saturday. Picture: ALAN EASON
“After being outplayed for most of the first half and seeing Thanda miss numerous gilt-edged chances, Blackburn started the second half with a welcome sense of urgency and their perseverance paid off when Sherwin Smith’s glancing header, off Edward Slinger’s fine cross, went off the head of Enva Wiltwer to give the hosts an unlikely lead…”
http://www.dispatch.co.za/news/article/943
The other day I realized that it has been almost three months since my last blog entry (not counting Twitter posts). Can someone possibly be that busy, so uninteresting, or genuinely have nothing to day? Perhaps not a case of either/or, but if you combine the three? Well, that explains why I haven’t posted anything in three months!
So, in the spirit of blog amnesty, I won’t even try to catch you up on the last 90 days, and focus on the last two…
This year I’ve decided that its okay to enjoy at least one weekend day per week to not even come close to thinking about work- well, not doing anything about it anyway (the downside of emails coming directly to your phone is you can’t help but look at them!). On Saturday the south bay scooter posse and royal bastards scooter club met up for a joint rally- I guess I’m technically a member of the former, having gone on 5 or so runs with them in the last few months. But you know me- totally not a joiner! As the SBSP “route captain” passed out stickers- guys immediately proceeded to stick them onto their $5000 scooters and helmets- me- well… It’s a nice sticker, but I’m totally not into putting stickers on things!

After a nice run up to Alice’s Restaurant (yeah- that one!), no one crashed, died, whined or got in a fist fight. Frozen fingers on the other hand? Let’s just say I really look forward to ‘winter’ being over finally. I came home and swapped vehicles and headed out to Santa Cruz to get the ‘locks attended to, and discovered that when it comes to stinky hippies and rampant homeless- SF has nothing’ on Santa Cruz! About 90 minutes later my hair is looking less scary. At least until I get home from the gym tomorrow. I came home and queued up the net(b)flix instant streaming videos… A scourge of laziness and badly edited b-movies, but a needed getaway, compliments of myhotroommate!
Today I slept in till 11, watched another lame movie, and started getting caught up on work around 2pm. It’s now around 1030. Until I started writing this, I have been trying to get caught up on only one week’s worth of work! Go figure!
Anyway, that’s the short version anyway. Now BACK TO WORK!!
Funny thing about Internet® is, (s)he always knows the answer to any question I might have. Today I asked Internet, “how do I link to a specific tweet?” Internet®. immediately hooked me up with lexblog.com who already answered this question. So, don’t think I’m all Mr. Smarty Pants. I’m actually Mr. Knows-how-to-look-shit-up.
The short version (thanks for Lexblog for not suing the smartypants off me):
“How do I find the URL of an individual tweet?
To do so, click on the date & time the tweet was published.. Once you click that, you will be brought to the individual page of the tweet. From here, copy the URL of the page and use that in your hyperlink.”
Here’s a photo I’ve illegally hot-linked to from the aforementioned website:
image borrowed from lexblog.com
If you need more specific instructions from there, well, you should just check out the post in its entirety.
Watching @leolaporte doing his The Tech Guy radio show and who shows up? Data (Brent Spiner) and Geordi (Levar Burton)

Today I broke up with my dating site. It was a long time coming, but finally I just had to end it, so I left a note:
To: Dating Site
Subject: It’s Not You- It’s Me.Um, hi- We need to talk.
Depending on how you look at it, one could call my time with you an astounding success or utter failure in my character development.
You see- I used to hide from the internet, trying to keep my “real life” existence obscured from view as best as possible. While an early adopter of the internet and related technologies (I mean, really early!), I used numerous pseudonyms, fake photos, and made up “characters” in order to do everything I wanted to do, yet stay for the most part completely anonymous.
Over time this has become essentially impossible, and since you came along, I’ve become more comfortable with “putting it out there”. I started sharing “real” information with you years before I signed onto Facebook and Twitter. Then five or six blogs, most of the social networks, and several online forums later, I’m so all over the internet its not even funny. So in that since, thanks for breaking the ice! *thumbs up!*
During the countless hours we’ve spent together, you helped me figure out what I do and don’t want in a mate or even a friendly date. You’ve given me a peek at the different types of people who live in different geographic regions and basically informed me that I live in the wrong place for the type of person I hope to spend the rest my life with. I never met that person. Not even once. Might be me, might be them, might be you. Either way I don’t really care anymore. I’ll take the learning experience and call it even.
I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, and the more I think about it the more I realize just how far we’ve grown apart. I just don’t think it’s right to stay together when we don’t really have that much in common anymore. I don’t want to waste each others’ time and I’m sure you feel the same way. I could tie this decision in with some rationally based “new years’ resolution”, but in reality, I just picked this time because, well, it’s time.
I’ll be grabbing my stuff- my account, profile, photos and posts- “any day now”. It’s not you- it’s me. Sorry.
If you want to stalk, wink, poke, etc. me, feel free to visit me at www.irieman.com anytime. There are no fun quizzes or annoying ads there, but you can still get a look into my mind, the things I find interesting, and maybe even some sexy photos. (*wink*). If so inclined, hit me up. I won’t get all weirded-out on you.
Anyway, thanks for the good times and memories. It’s been fun. Oh, and yeah- we can still be friends, okay?
Peace!
I admit it- I suck at blogging. Like many people/bloggers, some of my best thoughts, insights, and information come to me either at work or at the gym. At work I don’t really have the 10-40 minutes to write, edit, re-edit, and post a blog entry, since my job has nothing to do with my blog, and vice versa. Other times am often on a treadmill, weight bench, or even running outside (*gasp*) when totally awesome content pops into my head. In both situations, I try to remember it for when I get home.
Alas, I fear I’ve programmed myself that “home” equals “turn off my brain”. Which isn’t very good for blogging. Since work requires constant thinking-on-my feet, troubleshooting, and dealing with other people’s problems 8-10 hours at a time, “home” is typically dedicated to my 20 other semi-intellectual “hobbies”, which basically sucks away all my free time. Because, who wants to come home just to continue racking their brain all night?
As I write this, I am technically “stealing” from my company by spending time on a non work related activity. Now if only I could figure out how to get paid to blog, well, that would be a different situation entirely!
Fun With Comment Spam
Anyone who maintains a blog/forum will eventually find themselves dealing with comment spam. For some reason this blog has managed to come up on the spammers’ radar recently.
Since I moderate every comment personally, I get a lot of enjoyment at reviewing some of the random spammy comments that land in the queue (fyi- in case you leave a real comment and it doesn’t actually show up for a few days, be patient). Some of comment spam I get is funny or ironic enough that I let them through anyway! (stripped of any ill-intent of course). So if you see the odd comment here and there, now you know why.
So please, comment away! It’ll be fun!