How sad, 8 1/2 years later, to wait with baited breath for the unveiling of a horrible truth that will never be noted in the history books ( Read more... )

The Science of Demolition

“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” (George Orwell)

On September 11th, 2001, the three largest structural failures in architectural history occurred. In an attack of unprecedented destruction, two Boeing 747's crashed into the World Trade Center towers in New York City, killing nearly ( Read more... )

Brian (drunkensailor) came to visit me over Spring Break. It was his first time in Denver. We had a great time going to open mic comedy at the Squire, karaokeing with Keith (blackmet), watching funny TV shows, staying up all night every night, and more ( Read more... )

Brian is visiting in just 2 weeks. That's Drunkensailor, for those who follow LJ way back. Also the same Brian I named my car after ( Read more... )

They say if you play with fire, you're going to get burned ( Read more... )

It was poker night at Pasquini's. We weren't sure if we'd have enough people, so I decided to invite Kenn. He's fun and spontaneous. I figured he'd be up for it ( Read more... )

This is the best book advertisement I've seen in a while.

Things aren't going so well with work. After an incredibly fucked up New Years Eve I ended up at Dru's house without my car. I'll skip the tale that led up to that. I was scheduled to work at 11:00, and at 8:30, still buzzed after an hour or so of sleep, I was going to catch the bus back. I missed it though, leaving me with taking a cab as my only ( Read more... )

Matt is in New Zealand with that girl. Andrea is her name. He never took me out of the country. Then again, I'm assuming his family didn't brainwash him into thinking he shouldn't be with her. It's so sad to watch someone's thoughts become someone else's thoughts and be unable to make them see it. Maybe that's the reason I still miss him so much. ( Read more... )

This is a picture of me with the last person to pick up my heart, say "Oooh, squishy!" and proceed to stomp the living hell out of it. More on that later, along with the apology email that followed. Anyway, this is us at the bay in Bellingham, WA. It hurts like hell to see us looking so fucking happy.

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