I HATE ORBS

First, lets give them credit. To hear their point of view, listen to what they have to say. http://homepage.ntlworld.com/h.cowell/orbs.htm http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/orbs.htm Or see pictures on Google Now... Are they STUPID???? Ghosts? Energy? Crap? I go with the latter. Here are some of my own "orbs." First: An abandoned school in downtown waco. A broken window. Ghosts or Orbs?

Second: A swingset next to a Lake where many people were murdered. Night time. Are they going to attack us?

Third: A shut down mental hospital where rumors of mutiny are said to have occured. Angry patients calling for blood?

Fourth: A wall of water where it has been said that 4 kids were playing, never to be seen again. Watery tarts eating children?

EXPLANATION: All pictures were taken where something was in the atmosphere (dust, bugs, or water mist). When something small floats in front of a camera lense, the flash fires and makes it glow like some mystical spirit or energy. It's not! It's just dust. Freakin' idiots! Here's another one.

Except this one is cool. A friend of soupstain.com and buddy of mine from work, Jeff drew this for me. What a nice guy. Sometimes disturbing. But that's why we like him. Ok bye.

Comic Relief

mama always said...

Two days ago, I went to an undisclosed chinese restauraunt and got a fortune cookie*. It was very nice and told me that i look pretty.

I thought it was pretty cool. So I kept it. Yesterday, I went to this same undisclosed chinese restaurant and got a fortune cookie*. It, too, was very nice. It told me that handsome is that handsome does.

I like Forrest Gump's version, "Stupid is as stupid does," better. It fits me better. *assume that a meal was eaten before distribution of fortune cookie took place.

Little Donkey

While at Taco Bell, I noticed a new menu item

that is actually new or I had never noticed before - The Crunch Wrap Supreme. It says new. I asked the guy at the counter named Lance what exactly it was. He said it was a tortilla with lettuce, tomato, hamburger, yadda yadda yadda.

So I say, "So what you're saying is ... it's just a burrito packaged differently?"

He wasn't amused. There's a tostada in there, too, he says. Lance probably hated his job anyways. I've probably pushed him over the edge. "They aren't all just differently wrapped burritos!!!" he'd say as he blasts his co-workers heads off.

Soup Stain

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Now... real business. After climbing the absent fence, the freshly cut grass had not been mowed for at least 3 months on this high class golf course

deep in the heart of Woodway. After a long day of golf, one could roast marshmallows at your own leisure on the campfire

built on the 18th green. When you run out of marshmallows, there is a radio provided to call for more. But no one will bring you any because no one is listening on the other end. How a golf course could let itself get like this

is just sad. There is no clean path anymore. The only way to get to the waterfall

is thru knee high grass infested with chiggers, ants, stickers and all sorts of pestilence. My legs itch.

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Drunk Horses and Hand Grenades

I wasn't drunk at 2:30. I usually tend to not be drunk when I don't drink. I think the elephant that ran out in front of me on the highway was drunk. Or was it a horse? Either way, my keen un-drunk reflexes and driving skills helped me to avoid the elephant. Or was it a horse? If it wasn't an elephant, it was a really small horse. Maybe a dog. I agreed with the 9-1-1 operator that it definitely was a horse. She sounded rather pleasant for being up at 2:30 on the phone. Did I call 9-1-1? Either way, the horse is going to jail for sure! So, to wrap things up... goodnight.

Digital Dependencies

Today the internet died. With it, g5.justinink.com, pictures on blog.justinink.com (justicart.blogspot.com), theplaces.com, and hearts of many children across the world. Let us have a moment of silence to reflect on the joy brought to our lives... (silence) If anyone has any balls, call Time-Warner Cable at (254) 776-1141 and petition them to fix my internet. I already spent 30 minutes with a nice lady from up North telling jokes and such waiting for my DVD to finish burning because she wanted me to reset my computer. She assured me that this would fix the problem even though I told her that the problem was in the modem - their modem. After I reset my computer, still nothing working net-wise, she finally let in and transfered me to a local office. The hard-to-hear lady on this line told me that someone would be out to look at it today. Until that time, boring blog entries. Sorry, no pics. Oh, here's one. And another one.