Nifty Gangsta

oooohh shakypants.

2008-08-07T08:04:00.000-07:00

well, tosser retaliated, and i'm so scared there's a dark yellow liquid running down my sweatpants.
the words of terror are as follows:
Looky here, whore. I'll make a movie about you and post it on the interwebs.

Your next post had better consist of an essay, retracting all of your previous libel, followed by an in-depth discussion of how incredibly awesome I am.

In order not to receive any further horrible taunts, I submit this for your approval.

Tosser is the greatest. Of course, choosing to be named after the homosexual practice of eatin' ass would appear to make him a puff, but this is rather a clever disguise to show how abundantly tolerant he his of the alternative livin folk. I imagine he's secretly a democrat.

Tosser is masked because I once beat the shit out of him with a branch from a tree in his front yard (make a video of that). Of course, this was simply tosser showing that being passive is the way to gain hearts and minds, not in a drunken, incoherent manner as I displayed.

Tosser is a man of good judgment, high standards, and above all - generosity. What's best is that he chooses to show the exact opposite - because he doesn't want to make us poor folks feel bad.

What a guy.

it's been a while

2008-08-06T04:37:00.000-07:00

but i suppose i'll try to be back for a bit.

i'm depressed today, i planned a beautiful s soliloquy from olaf (the destroyer) on how life has gotten him in the dumps with it's constant need to make money and what not, and now he rarely has the time for bashing animals.

unfortunately i can't remember olaf's login, so scratch that idea.

now herald my return with insults. suggested topics: gayety, tiny genitals (yours or mine), general unpleasantness, assholery, or list your grievances.

lost nuts.

2007-12-12T13:10:00.000-08:00

apparently tosser has lost his gumption (and by gumption i mean nutty-nutts) to pose any significant form of retaliation.

cue finger-pointing, jeers, and laughter at tosser's expense.

a change in format.

2007-12-10T11:47:00.001-08:00

it's been a while since i been o'updatin.

i've decided to change things around a bit. no longer with the racist pseudo-intellectual quips - i'm changin' to a more positive message like.

reflectin' on me 'eritage (eh the'tosser i'believe)- i'm launchin'like u'tirty-tu part series which'll-be-kalt "the golten lasses o'de emrald isle"

we'll be fuckusin' ona particlar lass what hails from each county o'our great land.

en part one'o'our series we'll be payin' tribute to-a luvley lass from donegal county: kelly kavanaugh.

kelly's a'uh hearty lass o'sturdy stock. strong as an ox she is - and almost as smart. 'quipped wit'o fine senseote hooomor - she's bringin laffter and merriment into all doorway's she'kin squeeze trough (no'like those horrible gaulic lasses with deir eatin'o'te froglegs). she wurks in the blackstone's sausage factory as'uh pigcharmer. she's of the sign pieces - and if that means summot to'ya damned be yoo an'yeroushold yu'jayzus hatin' harlots!

so all, raise yur'pints ta'da mose beautiful lass in all of donegal county - kelly kavanaugh.

a quote i enjoyed.

2007-10-01T23:51:00.001-07:00

a lot of my life decisions were made at a foghat concert. i stand by them.

soy un predador

2007-09-29T20:42:00.000-07:00

i killed 155 people the other day in one match of halo.

i'm officially a loser.

iLike

2007-09-21T21:38:00.000-07:00

So, here's a fun little thing to do.
turn on your iPod / iTunes / mp3 player - anything that can randomly select songs for you.
pick the first song you want to listen to - then let the other 24 come naturally. post your favorite line from each song that popped up (no cheating). you're allowed to skip up to, but no more than 3 songs. please list what was skipped.
i've imposed a no two artists limit on myself - so if an artist pops up who has already come along - i'll skip the song. naturally this is optional.

props to those who can guess what song each line comes from.

1. "To tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off might be too kind"
2. "Lean back, stare up at the ceiling, I just drift along with no focus or meaning"
3. "I said you messed up my happy home, Made me mistreat my only child"
4. "I've got a good job / And I'm newly born. You should see me dressed up in my uniform."
5. "Did you come here to play Jesus?"
6. "Won't you kiss me on a midnight street / sweep me off my feet"
7. "As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive."\
8. "You know you ran away from your home, baby / And now you wanna run away from old B. too"
9. "Whenever I'm alone with you / you make me feel like I'm clean again"
10. "Lord thank you"
11. "Now we're falling apart - we're just walking in the park"
12. "H-bomb the only thing that will bring a freedom to life / Underneath blue skies beautiful empty dying / Nagasaki dolls are burning"
13. "Is there nothing you'd not do with a drink in you?"
14. "I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me"
15. "When I offer you survival - you say it's hard enough to live."
16. "Through the streets, Every corner abandoned too soon, Set down with due care."
17. "You are the son of a mother fucker."
18. "Do you find this happens all the time - crucial point one day becomes a crime"
19. "Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again. Then drink some more when the morning comes."
20. "I might walk home alone ......But my faith in love is still devout"
21. "Of all the many ways a man will break his heart, Well there ain't none meaner than he pulls his own apart"
22. "Tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding.
That way shell know that its really, really, really, really me."
23. "With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’ / I can see where I am go-goin’ / You better look out below!
24. "She should have stood out in the crowd / She should have made her mother proud"
25. "Tomorrows another day / you stay / I may as well play"

if you asshats don't do one of these i'll be crestfallen.

Arctic Monkeys - Old Yellow Bricks (Live)

2007-09-21T20:11:00.001-07:00

smell my meatsticks.

2007-09-20T19:26:00.000-07:00

thanks to smell my meatsticks, i've received inspiration to write about meatsticks.

these are chicken meat sticks. it's like beef jerky, but tastes more like chicken.

this is chicken meat sausage. i don't know why chicken feels it needs to be sausage. it should be itself. we like it as is. they also look like candles. maybe you could put a wick in them, and allow the oil from the chicken fat to keep it aflame.

this is when meat on a stick goes bad. it goes bad mostly from hanging out with the wrong crowds and not spending it's time wisely when part of a living organism.

this is green bay packer meat. cheese is optional. brett farve is an ass.

goodnight, meat.

iKill

2007-08-31T09:23:00.000-07:00

i was speaking with my mother the other day, and she told me something about my days of infancy which made me crack up.

apparently when i was about 2 1/2 years of age i was watching the picture box with my mother when something came on where there were apparently bad guys. at the end of the show the bad guys were shot for their badness.

my mother then tried to instill in my young heard that guns were bad and that their use against other humans was never justified. at 2 1/2 years of age - i thought she was full of crap.

my mother explains to me that i calmly explained to her that those men were bad and that they deserved to die - hence, there was no problem whatsoever in bringing about their demise.

mother used her adult logic to try to readjust my thinking, but to no avail. i was convinced those men needed to die - and that if i'd had a gun, i would've killed them myself.

i haven't changed that much. (though staincastle contends that i'm now a bad person).

it's the same as it was. but different.

2007-08-26T22:32:00.002-07:00

LFC - 2 (Sissoko, Voronin)
Sunderland - 0

so i've been back in mississippi for 3 weeks now.

what a strange and wonderful experience this has been. it amazes me how i grew up complaining non-stop about how there was nothing to do in my - yet every street corner i pass brings back so many memories of my former life which haven't been recalled for half a decade - such a rush and flutter of memories leaves me both excited and sad.

looking back - and this could be completely biased - but i think the town i grew up in wasn't all that great - there honestly wasn't much to do (unless you were into sports; i was fat, therefore no sports). that said - the people were fantastic. i really had a lot of fun with a lot of different people the entire time i was growing up - most of them have moved on. i'm fortunate that the best of the best have hung around and able to spend my time - but this town seems much less cool than it used to be.

i'm looking forward to the rest of my time here - my days are filled with boredom and monotony - but the simple fact that this is where i grew up somehow makes all of that bearable.

let's take a moment to honor a fallen hero of laurel's heyday: taco john.
History of Taco John’s

In 1968, a small taco stand opened in Cheyenne, Wyoming. The “Taco House” was an instant success with the locals because of the unique seasonings in its tasty tacos and generously sized burritos. In 1969, the franchise rights were purchased by two local businessmen, Harold Holmes and James Woodson, who renamed the chain Taco John’s. Holmes and Woodson began selling franchises right away, but unlike other fast food chains, their focus was not on large urban areas. The first three franchised restaurants were opened in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, Torrington, Wyoming, and Rapid City, South Dakota. Many of the restaurants that followed were also located in the small rural communities other food chains disregarded. The then-unique concept of Mexican fast food first brought in the curious and adventurous customer. However, over time they came back for Taco John’s great food, fast service and fair prices.

Despite all of the progress and innovation, the basics that made Taco John’s a success over the years have not changed. Generous portions of great-tasting food served quickly and pleasantly, for a fair price; that’s what Taco John’s is still about.

Laurel.

Wagon Wheel -- Old Crow Medicine Show

2007-08-26T22:32:00.001-07:00

Coolest guy ever.

2007-08-19T20:35:00.001-07:00

This goes out to my homey Dan, the coolest video game character in the world.
I'm playing Metal Gear Solid 3 at the moment, and once again fear has sticken the hears of Genome soliders everywhere.

What's that sound?
Oh, You're already dead.

the update.

2007-08-10T20:22:00.000-07:00

YA'LL =

i'm back.

2006-12-27T03:04:00.000-08:00

after a long and noticeable absense, i'm back. i suppose.

apologies for not writing about gimp's uncle. i felt my blog wasn't the appropriate forum. letters (real ones) containing my condolances have been sent to the appropriate parties. i hope they're received in a timely fashion. that's all i have to say about that.

so, hanukkah came and past, and it was most joyous occasion. i hope ya'll enjoyed yours as much as i enjoyed mine.
this december was quite annoying. i've been planning a snowboarding trip for 8 months, and for some reason europe decided it didn't want to snow this year. quite rude i felt.

where the hell is tossers blog?

hungarian christmas is on the 24th. go figure.

i ate bad gyros saturday afternoon. saturday night, i threw up all over the turkish baths.

pioneer school for two weeks in st. pölten, austria in 3 weeks. yay.

know anyone who wants to sublet my apartment for two weeks?

i have a dvd player but a noticable lack of dvds. anyone wanna help out in this regard?

i miss drinking beer and grilling with certain folks who's names rhyme with limp and drainhastle.

i also miss the lovely melodies of drainhastle's father. rock on, dude.

is dexter still alive?

i haven't urinated off a porch in ages.

BORK BORK BORK! (a prize to anyone who can name the author of that quote without looking it up on the internet)

i want an XBOX360. and one of those lg chocolate phones.
(of course, they are entirely too expensive, it's just ridiculous. so i'm content to dream).

i like the smell of gasoline.

that's it. kill me with words.

moving, and funkiness

2006-11-27T08:34:00.001-08:00

i have a new flat!
check it out...
http://www.geocities.com/bestinbudapest/Budapestbestapartment.html

while i'm moving, enjoy funkiness.

whoohoo!!

2006-11-23T05:42:00.001-08:00

Liverpool 2 - 0 PSV Eindhoven!
the reds are at the top of the group, whoohoo!

And now some of last year's Champion's League glory. (Liverpool - AC Milan)
after scoring the 1st, 38th, and 44th minute, the reds were down 3-0 at the half to one of the best clubs in europe. walking off the field they could have not looked more defeated. when they came back on the pitch for the second half - a completely different team emerged. steven gerrard (team captain) scored a beautiful header, and within 6 minutes liverpool had struck back 2 more times, leveling the game. the game went to overtime, then penalties, and finally - well, watch.
greatest comeback in football history.

in other sports news, i'm actually going to get a chance to watch the egg bowl this year. i don't expect much, but i haven't gotten to watch in 4 years...so that'll be something to look forward to.
props to nads for such a wonderfully summary of what the game will probably be "

so, now, you fellas need to recognize that not everybody has these fancy video game gidets, doodads, and whatnots. so take 20 minutes out of your wonderfully cool lives of sitting on the couch, staring at a tv screen, and operating only the muscles in your hands, and write a little bit about something.

now for some randomness.
beer that's good: carlsberg, kilkenny, zipfer, krusovice cerny, öberdorfer. travel far and wide to drink these.
beer i miss: newcastle brown ale, negra modela, tecate, PBR (really), tab.

evidence of a jackass

2006-11-17T08:07:00.000-08:00

favorite tv/movie music moment?
TV: scrubs s05e20 "my lunch" at the end when they play "how to save a life" by the fray. great moment. check out dailymotion.com, search for scrubs s05e20 to check it out.
FLICK: almost famous when the band breaks out singing "tiny dancer" by elton john. great scene.

what're ya'll favorite moments?

last night i lost 7 games to a french girl in table football. anything more pathetic than that?

a day of mourning.

2006-11-08T06:01:00.000-08:00

is everyone content with their WRASTLER NAMES?

i was on TOP OF THE WORLD last night. had a great football (soccer) match in the evening, even pulled off a HAT TRICK. scored an AMAZING PENALTY GOAL, top left corner, which kept my evening and the following day brighter than the sun until...
i saw i GROSSLY OBESE LAD WITH DOWN'S SYNDROME excitedly running (waddling) today, then holding his ear to the handrail on the escalator. i don't recall the last time a WAVE OF SADNESS hit me a hard as did the one when i saw that poor fella, nor am i sure why that upset me so.
and MORRISSEY ain't helping.

PLAYING WITH FIRE
Amazon.com - #3,463. 6,000 space jump. britney and kevin are getting divorced. possible link? i knew that dirty harlot did nothing but hurt his career.

growl growl, grunt grunt, and a new feature.

2006-11-07T03:59:00.000-08:00

as screwed up as the lot of ya'll are, i'd think i'd get a couple insomnia induced updates or comments from time to time.

but no.

NEW FEATURE
so, around here we're going to be tracking the progress of KEVIN FEDERLINE'S monumental, ground-breaking album PLAYING WITH FIRE by continually reporting on how well it is selling.
If you have not yet procured yourself a copy, DO SO NOW.

Amazon.com - #9,135. Take that Whispering Sounds of the Alaskan Salmon!
We await K-FED'S steady climb up the list.

Wine tasting tonight. Snobbery will be afoot.

DAS EXAM. UND TOTENHOSEN

2006-11-06T09:08:00.000-08:00

roughly translated: a quiz. and deadpants.
thanks to sev for inspiration

if you were a tv character, who would you be and why?
mary poppins.

if you had a pin-up of any celebrity, who'd be in your room?
rachel bilson. drool.

what was your last great moment of shame?
patting a fat woman's stomach congratulating her on the pregnancy, and subsequently being slapped. i swear i thought that could only possibly happen in movies.

if you could hit staincastle for one reason, what would it be?
stop wiping off the controller with your shirt.

describe a fight as you imagine it between nads and gimp
gimp hops in the mini-van. nads is too drunk to notice as gimp runs him over, then backs over him for good measure. this, of course, doesn't kill our irish hero. gimp, overcome with remorse, throws the limp body of nads into his mini-van and drives to the hospital (forrest general, not SCRMC). during the trip, nads dies. a careful autopsy reveals the cause of death to be 30 minutes of mexican music.

a frog and a dingo are stuck in the same room with a broom, a can of coke, and a porno mag. you're a general. command your frog to victory
alright soldier. use the greasy sting someone was unable to pull out of your butt and dangle it in front of the dingo. piss him off. when he eats you tell yourself you did the best you could. as you die, don't cry. no one likes a pansy.

you walk into your kitchen at 2:30 in the morning and a minority is standing there drinking your milk. what is the appropriate recourse?
offer him your wife. this way you can blame the clamydia you gave to her on him.

a doctor tells you he thinks you need a prostate exam. how hard should you hit him?
well, that depends entirely on his race.

enjoy. i tag staincastle, gimp, and nads.

who i hate

2006-11-02T10:15:00.000-08:00

celebrities. really.
politcal correctness.
paris hilton. she gave my computer herpes.
hungarian realtors.
internet daters.
catepillars.
postal workers.
pediatrists.
chumbawumba.
underachievers. please try harder.
people who grew up in the computer age, went to a decent school, and still can't type.
phish fans. and widespread panic fans.
hotel doormen. you're their to open doors. don't act like i'm inconveniencing you.
all burger king employees. (my apologies to staincastle and gimp, your great franchise has really gone downhill, especially in europe).
the lady who makes coffee at my office. nothing personal, her coffee is just crap.
chelsea f.c.
youtubers who add 11 second videos of them screaming over a band playing a song whilst they furiously shake the camera, and then go to the trouble to explain the the video and sound quality are poor "but i think it's a cool video anyway." it's not, jackass. and you know why the quality is bad? because you're a moron who not only made a miserable video, but wasted two seconds of my life as i had to sift through it to find something worthwhile. if i had a time machine my first order of business would be to prevent the people responsible for your birth from ever meeting.
back to hotel doormen. if i pay $13 for a coffee you damn well better kiss my rear as i exit.
myself. for paying $13 for a hotel coffee (in my defense, there was jameson in it).
someone i like: gimp. once when we got in an argument he bought me a bottle of jameson to make ammend. really appreciated, and not forgotten dude.
back to the hate.
rush limbaugh. not cause he's a right wing hack, but because he said something bad about micheal j. fox (also someone i don't hate).
alex ferguson.
anyone who writes for the opinion section of the laurel leader call.
bryan adams. he's playing in budapest in coming months, and when i first say a flyer for the show i didn't see the b in his name. i nearly peed my pants with excitement over the coming ryan adams show. then i find out it's this crapbag instead, and i'm mad.
gypsy kids. just cause i have a football doesn't mean that i want to play with you. i don't. go away.
the cleaning lady. i don't want to talk to you. please stop showing me pictures of your children. i honestly couldn't care less. i couldn't. i've tried simply for spite's sake, but it's physically not possible for me to have any less care. now go the hell away.
goth kids.
vendors at the chinese market, along with whatever asian makes the knock-off football jerseys there. no workmanship whatsoever. take some pride in the job that provides you with almost $2 a day.
the guy behind me. could you punch the keys any harder? they're not your ex-wife.

that's sufficient for now.
who do you hate?

halloween!

2006-10-31T08:44:00.000-08:00

what ya'll dressing up as?
if you could be any ethnicity, what would you be, and why?

i've decided to dress as a melange of mynadsache, staincastle, and gimp. i'll be growing my hair out all shaggy like and wearing columbia jackets with clark wallabees so i can look like every other student on the ole miss campus in tribute to nads.
i'll also be wearing a wu-tang doo-rag along with camo pants, with "brown pride" written across the back of them, and a union jack wristband in honor of gimp and his many phases.

unfortunately, no one will see my great outfit, as the staincastle part of it will require me sitting in my room all day reading some crap about pots controlling the universe, studying chess, cutting myself, and flipping through the kiddie section of the jcpenny catalog.

p.s. thanks to nads for bringing out the worst in me.

asian explosion

2006-10-26T10:25:00.000-07:00

i saw a fat chinese guy wearing an argyle sweater today. cracked me up.

smurf-tastic

2006-10-26T09:41:00.000-07:00

so, budapest has gotten a little odd.

we've been having our fair share of riots, as you do.

anyhow, things got a bit rowdy the other evening on October 23rd, which is the 50th anniversary of the hungarian revolution against the russians in, guess what year? 1956! aren't you a quick one?

budapestians decided to riot, and the cops struck back in an ingenius way (there was still the indiscriminate beatings, but they added a little pinache, if you will).
at the scene of the big protests, they started spraying everyone with water that had blue paint in it. bad day to wear suede to say the least.
anyhow, after turning everyone into smurfs, the entire police squad went around arresting anyone who was blue. it was smurf-racism at the highest levels of the government.

and folks thought that u.s. politics were screwed up. at least bush isn't smurfing ya'll.

P.S. i ain't playing tag unless ya'll can come up with some decent questions. my last birthday? cause, that's a really interesting question, i'm sure people care.
you guys are better than this lame little test. i expect a much more.

you all can hop on it. you know what i'm talking about.

2006-10-26T01:26:00.000-07:00

so, i've been busy. sue me.
this is my first time online in a week, apologies for not updating and for seemingly abandoning the negociating process.

back in 4 hours, with more of an update.
i'm buying a football jersey today - if you were me, which one would you get?
liverpool - peter crouch, steven gerrard?
manchester united - wayne rooney, roy keane?
england - gerrard?
france - zidane?
ireland - roy keane?
deutschland - kraut klose?

the negociations have begun!!

2006-10-19T06:47:00.000-07:00

so i've gotten masked tosser to the negociating table.
updates will continue as long as a bilateral process of diplomacy is taking place. i'm pleased at the steps taken so far, and look forward to continually working to resolve this issue.

i've apparently been tagged, so here goes. i've also gotten rid of some questions, added better ones.

least favorite race?
white people.

last meal?
i'm thinking if i'm sentenced to death i'd have one of every little debbie snack cake. fudge rounds, zebra cakes, nutter butters, the works.

last spending splurge?
bought 317 copies of kevin federline's new album in the hopes of winning a competition and spending the day with K-FED and britney. ROK.

last time you cried?
i was forced to fill out an internet survey with faggy questions, like when was the last time you cried.

last career? before this?
life-coach.

last website visited?
youtube. is there any other?

last person you spoke to?
my tunafish sandwich.

last song you listened to?
when the sun goes down; arctic monkeys.

last book you read?
state of fear; michael crichton. global warming my ass.
areas of my expertise; john hodgman. greatest book. ever

last TV show watched?
Scrubs. You just can't beat an evil doctor who also happens to be named "Dr. Cox"

preferred method of death?
for mine enemies, prostate exam gone wrong (applies to both sexes).
for me, sexed to death. duh.

favorite spice girl?
the colored one.

most hated spice girl?
the colored one.

person most needing a good talkin' too, followed by a foot up their rear
gandhi. pretentious jackass.

last word you said?
Porn.
(in my defense, the reason for that is because i was repeating a quote "if all the porn was taken off the internet, there'd only be one website left. and it'd be called BRING BACK THE PORN!!")

i tag staincastle.

rip my comment section apart, please.

update strike

2006-09-26T06:45:00.000-07:00

i think we should go on update strike until m@sked to$$er gets a blog.
who's with me?

riots

2006-09-21T03:12:00.000-07:00

ya'll are a demanding group of a-holes. tellin me to post, to post better, to blah blah blah. ya'll must think that i'm so insecure that i'll conform to your every wish just so you'll keep reading my blog. well, you'd be right.

so, folks in hungary are going crazy. too be honest, until last night i thought it was pretty interesting. i've lived in eastern europe for 3 1/2 years, and it's about time that people start acting like eastern europeans. of course, it's always annoying to follow in the footsteps of the french, but some things must be done.

by the time i left the pub last night, public transport in the city had shut down. i was forced to walk back to my apartment, and that's when things got interesting. there was basically a full-blown riot going on. cops everywhere, in full riot gear, blocking off streets and beating people who got too close. my eyes were watering the whole time because so much tear gas had already been shot at folk. as i'm walking a big group of people comes running up behind me about 100 feet from a row of cops. the cops then, shot tear gas at the crowd, which made me cry.

i finally got home, but, damn. budapest is strange. heading to the countryside today to see if i can get away from the madness for a while.

if you were a rioter, what would you do, and why?

listen ya'll.

2006-09-15T09:56:00.000-07:00

have a good weekend ya'll. i leave you with this:
http://www.newwestrecords.com/audio/
o97s/mp3/too_far_to_care_1997/big_brown_eyes.mp3

enjoy.

le poll le deuxdeux: iEmo

2006-09-14T10:18:00.000-07:00

design the outfit you would wear if you were in an emo band. don't be scared.

i'd have a white t-shirt with a picture of my face taking up the whole of the front. i'd be smiling a big, toothy grin and my hair would be done in a rebellious fashion. i'd also have nice plaid pants, and a wallet on a chain.

le poll.

2006-09-12T10:18:00.000-07:00

inquiring minds would like to know: what's the single greatest song to air-rock out to?

i'm going to have to go with "don't stop believin'" by journey.

ph of 7.

2006-09-11T09:17:00.001-07:00

i've grown weary of this banter on neutrality.

looking at this issue from merely the human perspective is fool's gold at best, life-threatening at worse. i'd also like to mention it's annoying and insulting when comments are made with the sole motive of inciting one to anger and frustration.
so i thought i might just address what neutrality is, and is not.

christian neutrality simply indicates the stance of NON-INVOLVEMENT that christians take in matters of worldly political affairs. getting involved in politics would include things such as: voting, registering with a political party, party-motivated rallies, etc, all of which christians in support of God's kingdom would avoid.

now, its been said that having an opinion on matters that take place in the world of politics invalidate one's neutrality. this is simply not the case. imagine that you're a politician in belgium during the early 1970's during pol pot's reign of terror in cambodia. as a flemish politician you have nothing to do with Cambodia's politics or any of its parties. mentioning that you disagree with, or even hate, the fact that hundreds of thousands of Cambodians are being slaughted still doesn't affiliate you in any way with the Cambodian government or its opposition.
in like manner, when a person who is in full support of God's kingdom and working actively to support its interests look at a dispicable situation in the earth and make mention of their displeasure, this doesn't mean they are now biased toward one party or government. as ambassadors of the Christ (2Cor 5:20) they are free to comment on the worldly political affairs that concern them. again, they would not take steps to further or hinder a certain party's agenda insomuch as their agendas did not conflict with God's laws.

take for instance the response of Jehovah's Witnesses around the world to Hitler's persecution of German witnesses during the 1930's and 40's. letters were written demanding he cease persecuting witnesses for their neutral stance; lawsuits were filed. the awake even published detailed diagrams of concentration camps at the time and detailed what was happening inside of them. were christians somehow less neutral in speaking out against the nazi government? far from it.

likewise today we recognize that we're living in satan's system of things - the governments of the world being under his influence. christians, anyone for that matter concerned with basic decency, cannot help but look at the world today and be disappointed with the results that mankind's course, independent of Jehovah's direction, has produced. making mention of displeasure in Satan's system isn't a sign of no longer being neutral - rather it's a sign of sanity and great concern for the times we live in.
this is for you, gimp.
p.s. i don't care if i misspelled something.

el competition ya'll: DOS.
me in a pretty dress begging for your autograph to the first person to deliver me the name of the politician, king, or chief, who has solved mankind's problems. all of them.

hail the reds.

2006-09-06T01:50:00.000-07:00

anyone remember where my old karl marx homepage was?

what i got.

2006-09-05T04:31:00.000-07:00

tuberculosis. the black lung. doc hollywood's charm. doc hollywood's mistress' sleep-inhibitor.
but please, don't feel bad for me. when i first received the news that i had the tuberculosis i was sad, one could say depressed even. however, things weren't all that bad. after few sleepless nights of coughing up plegm, one of my lungs, and both of my kidneys (dialysis rocks!), i've developed near-perfect abs. one could even say i have a six pack.
who says horrible plagues can't be slightly beneficial? vanity rules, EAT IT CDC!

death, death everywhere.

2006-09-04T04:43:00.000-07:00

how did the crocodile hunter wind up getting himself killed?
sadness. and i can't help but feel his advice on dealing with animals is turning out to be not the best.

my rear is chapped.

2006-08-31T01:04:00.000-07:00

it's winter in this god-forsaken country. already. it's AUGUST and i'm wearing my winter coat.

someone needs to be shot, specifically everyone in hungary. this place should just be turned into austria's parking lot.

i bury people.

2006-08-29T03:51:00.000-07:00

yesterday was interesting to say the least. it's always noteworthy when you can experience something you've never done before nor thought you ever would do. in my case yesterday, this meant burying the dead.

so, a friend of mine's mother died. saturday i went by his house to console him/drink beer. it was during this time that i was invited to be one of the paulbearers for the urn. wasn't expecting that, but it was an honor nonetheless to be asked, especially since i'm not family.

yesterday comes, we head out to the cemetary. the cemetary is in a quaint little serbian village outside of town. cobblestone streets, tiny roads, the works. really gorgeous, romantic little place - probably my favorite village in hungary. we get to the cemetary which is very secret garden-ish; bushes totally overgrown, small, dirt footpaths throughout the place. a fixer-upper if you will.

i arrive early with the son of the deceased to make sure all is going according to plan. upon arriving to the gravesite i receive a lesson in hungarian culture. hungarians bury themselves in mass. since land is both limited and expensive, families purchase a plot for burial and put the whole family in that plot after they kick the bucket. so imagine my surprise upon arrive the cemetary to find out that before i'd be lowering anyone INTO the ground, i had to take 3 folk out of the ground. then a new, permanent sarcophagus was placed into the ground and we had to figure out the logistics of putting all the urns in the box in an ordrely fashion (like a puzzle, only with dead people).

dead folks finally got arranged, put in the ground, and living folks turned up to pay their respects. the service was enjoyable. at the end of the service, i was asked to help seal the box with the now completed set of ashen cadavers. the top was lowered, the box sealed. now, the final part - me filling the hole back up. apparently in hungary you don't wait to folks to leave - filing in the hole is part of the ceremony. so, i filled the hole, everyone put flowers on the grave, and we went for dinner.

dinner was nice, i was able to take a box home to enjoy today. i open it up, hoping to find some lovely grilled meats in there, when i find that the box i've selected is nothing but potatos. damn.
what am i, irish?

el competition ya'll.

2006-08-25T05:09:00.000-07:00

so staincastle has a nifty picture of himself.
i've been shopping around for a decent one to represent all the glory that is me - but i don't think i could find one as scathingly awful as you guys. hence a competition to find the best picture that represents GNIF.

kisses to the winner. french kisses to the runner up.

EDIT: goatse related submissions NOT accepted. y'bastard.

folks be dying.

2006-08-24T07:00:00.000-07:00

crazyiness in budapest. 5 people died in the independence day celebrations. as of 3:45 today i've already seen two dead bodies, both in metro stations.
something really odd is going on.

ironically divine.

2006-08-22T03:48:00.000-07:00

so sunday night was a big deal in hungary. august 20th marks the founding of the hungarian state some 8600 years ago or something. the government always marks the occasion with a big to-do of things; red bull planes fly around all crazy-like, under bridges and whatnot. the evening is marked by the setting off of a lot of fireworks.

this year the festivities didn't exactly go to plan. the day was beautiful - bright, sunny, perfect temperture. as 9:00 drew near the sky started flashing in ways that makes you think "someone's bout to get electrocuted." the fireworks were shot off from one of the bridges crossing the danube, but as soon as the display began the wind started to pick up. after three minutes or so the wind was really ripping, according to a news report at gusts of around 90mph. people, well, freaked. rain was coming down in katrina-escque portions which sent the 1.5 million views running for cover. trees started falling, people were diving for cover, screaming at the top of their lungs out of both fear and the immense pain caused by the rain hitting your face at close to 100mph. i stood in the midst of the ruckus, soaked to the underwear, and had to laugh.

it seemed hysterical to me that the indepence day festivities of hungary were marred by a horrible storm that killed at least 5 people, and has injured who knows how many more.

we shoot folk.

2006-08-21T10:44:00.000-07:00

i finally post again. i'd almost forgotten i'd made this site. i might as well try to keep it up a little.
stereotypes are usually in place for a good enough reason. this headline from the local newspaper hits pretty much every mississippi stereotype right on the head.

At about 11 p.m. Tuesday, Jones County Sheriff's deputies and investigators apprehended Donnie Ray Tucker at a gas station in Laurel. Donnie Ray Tucker was being sought for allegedly shooting and killing his brother, Jimmy Henry Tucker, after the two men got into an argument Tuesday afternoon.

Mississipians, it would seem, shoot their own blood in fits of rage and then hang out at gas stations.

updates

2006-01-19T11:33:00.000-08:00

why is so stinking hard to update?
i have absolutely no motivation whatsoever to contribute anything to this site.

a co-worker of mine brought me some peter pan peanut butter from the states. i was most grateful. i'm almost out now, and i feel my gratitude waning.

so the spots.

2006-01-17T04:32:00.000-08:00

i'm not sure why i opted to go for the trendy circles as my background. i think it's supposed to indicate my superior taste in design coupled with my ultra-german desire for orderliness.

and so, i'm supposobbly cool.

e-mail

2006-01-03T07:52:00.000-08:00

spam mail. all the more reason to not like al gore.

i love the subject lines of some of the emails i get - here's my 10 favorite from my hotmail account
(spam protection my butt)

10. Never Repay What YOU Owe Legally
- and folks wonder why the economy is slippin.
9. Official NASCAR® Members Club Gear not available...
- quite possible the best news i've recieved this week.
8. Winter Health: Slim down with African Plan
- african plan: the politically correct (or horribly wrong) way to say anorexia (sp?).
7. Gas ForaYear
- this from the national mexican restaurants association lottery
6. Exciting Careers: Travel Agent Positions
- i'd always imagined helping other people plan exotic vacations while i sit in front of a computer in a tiny office would be a bit more depressing than exciting.
5. Oprah sez 'Hoodia Diet Works'-
- Oprah knows diets.
4. Shed Pounds The Asian Way
- rice, water, and sleep deprivation.
3. Alan has been selected by LIBERTY UNION
- i'm finally not a slave anymore. yay.
2. Alan, SPECÌAL HOLÌDAY SALE [ends soon]
- as i recieved this on january 1st, i'm going to go ahead and assume the holiday sale is now over.
1. Online degree, no hassle!
- everytime i read that i see "online degree, you asshole."

fun. can't wait for tomorrow when i have more emails on how to 1NcRea5e My $iZe

grab your ribs.

2006-01-02T06:13:00.000-08:00

http://www.myspace.com/
funniest stinkin' site on the internet. look for accounts from people from where you grew up - you'll be horrified to the point of laughter at who else comes from your birthplace.

and we am back

2006-01-02T02:35:00.000-08:00

so it's a new year. i remember being in elementary school and getting annoyed every year at having to get used to writing a new year on every paper that i would turn into the teacher (and by turn into, i literally mean just so. i could morph my papers into teachers, though i've since lost the ability).

i went snowboarding in slovakia over the holidays - a brilliant trip. here are PHOTOS . imagine snow six feet deep on the side of the road and over 20 feet deep on the mountain...i've never even imagined snow like that. on the mountain range we were on, there was one particular mountain that sloped into slovakia on one side and poland on the other...now i can technically say i've snowboared in 3 countries..

i've neglected putting up pictures of my vacation on the cote d'azure until now, but here are the PHOTOS if you're interested.

i also hear kids getting pushed around back in the heartland....good buddy if you need me to put a chalupa sign on someone's car and pee in their bushes, by god i'll fly home and take care of that for you. after all, you once shared your becks with me straight out of the freezer at your parent's home. gifts of kindness like that ain't soon forgotten.

how many times do i need to click on a banner at your website before you can buy him a happy meal on behalf of me?

happy days

2005-12-20T04:47:00.000-08:00

i'm about as happy as a legless ethiopian watching a donut roll down a hill.

Maiden Post

2005-12-19T02:50:00.000-08:00

I've decided one of the things that I miss most about the states were failed marketing ideas. there's something about millions of dollars poored into a market research baby that flops that makes me grin. and not in a freaky way. a pleasant way.
I miss crystal pepsi. It looked like water, yet tasted like odd pepsi. How did that go wrong?
I miss gorditos. They were these delicious wraps of mexican goodness at taco bell. Fluffy outside - meat, cheese and iceberg insides.
Hmph.