Thoughts I shouldn't be sharing.

TOMSShoes.com, man.

I saw an ad. That's where you can get shoes that are made Vegan-Friendly or something. I think I have an open mind, but I had not heard of such a thing; I assume it to mean these shoes must have some kind of nutritional value. Makes sense. There's always that chance you could be on a desert island with nothing more than a volleyball and the shoes on your feet. And in that case, you can't be stuck there wearing shoes you can't eat, on principle, after all. "People are going to laugh at you." - You just know when they find you, they will eat your shoes. You might dismiss this new trend as we all have some shoes on our feet, but I can see it now: you aren't going to want to be the one at the party who only brought the shoes on their feet to pass around. These days you have to be considerate.

Don't think Vegans are the only people craving a good forkfull of natural performance footwear. The Omnivores have their own shoes, as do the strict Carnivores. This can only be because the Vegans have put their stake in the ground and declared an end to the one-size-fits all approach to edible footwear. Apparently all these people are picky when it comes to eating them some shoes. I don't see it as that and my mom would agree. If she knew about this, she'd say any growing person needs some protein. So, I'm not going to judge them if they eat their own Keds, nibble away at Mr Pumpkin Feet's new shoes, or scarf down someone's Crocs. (Maybe the Crocs.) I don't call that picky, I call that knowing what makes you feel good, and a big size 14 cabbage shoe would probably make a Vegan feel good. They need that. They can walk home in the rain puddles, take off those cabbages, rub their feet a little, and immediately munch away after peeling off the outside leaves, of course. You can't just go substituting your happiness in place of what someone wants. You certainly can't when it comes to their nutritional needs. You have to give them the shoes they want in their mouth, when they want it.

That's TOMSShoes.com, man. Don't forget to ask about their soy-based socks and their open-tofu sandals.

Loldak

Computerese translation: Prepare for another round of extortion!

Hmm....

Lol ->

Oh, God, Dejavu. I hope it's not measured in ZDMT:

Cold Summer Re-Re-Visited

As my only subscriber to this blog, I thought I would give myself a nostalgic treat. Back in 04 I wrote something that I keep coming back to for some reason, reading it over, and realizing not much has changed in my thinking at times like this. Something feels off, and I don't know what it is. It's hard to explain how I feel when I feel like this, but this 04 post seemed to do it. Not much of my writing is even readable by me years afterwards - But this is. I don't know why, but I've been feeling down for the past week. It's not exactly depression, I'm not sure what it is. My anal-ytical side wants to think it's complaining about really having nothing to complain about, but that's too emo for me to accept. I just read this when I'm in those moods, and I feel better somehow.

What I really want to know is why I feel compelled to go to the trouble to repost it for a 3rd time. I want to think that maybe somewhere in the universe someone reads it and says, 'Woah. Now how the hell do I feel better from this?" Maybe they know actually, whereas I do not. My first reaction to me if I was in the mood to talk to myself after reading myself would be, "Oh this is your cry for help, attention, emotion." Nope. If you find this, take it in, but realize I'm not after any of the aforementioned responses, that's why it ends up here. By the way, I chuckle at the hallway of blood part, but the rest is all real. I really did break my safety glasses that day.

Cold Summer

It's one of those days...Ok, It's not. At least...I don't think it is. I mean it...COULD be, and I'm just too oblivious to see it. Well then again, it might...NOT be, and I'm paranoid and just wonder if it is or
could be. You see, I woke up this morning, but I'm not really awake. It is summer, yet it is cold. I went to work and didn't exactly 'work'. I went to lunch, without having lunch. During that time I relaxed with my GameBoy, while being annoyed and frustrated by the game. After...lunch, I came back to...work. I'm now writing this without writing about something; I guess that I'm not really writing. I can also say I'm 'not writing' this in Notepad, in other words, I'm 'not blogging' this and doing so without my blog. I'm listening to music right now without being able to hear it. Earlier, my safety glasses...broke when they fell. At my job I manage to manage without someone to manage and without having a manager. And, I report to no one, only you, right now: And there is nothing to report.

Yes, a day of insignificance, July 8th, 2004, made significant by writing this and now a part of my history recorded on this insignificant website. Compounding all this, I figure I shouldn't be afraid of impending unknowns; while a part of me says I should be. But one thing I'm sure of is that if the proverbial tree falls in the forest, and I'm not there to hear it: I won't care about it one bit, but I'm pretty sure I might "not write" about it. I mean, is there much difference between this body of text and "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" written 10,000 times? Maybe. The difference is if Jack had a copy and paste function in notepad, he might have had more time to play with the twins in the hall of blood.

And if all this confuses you and doesn't make any sense, then you understand, completely.

Time to paste this to my blog.

Ziff Davis Mean Time ZDMT

I mean, really, Ziff Davis? How long does that signal take to reach one side of your Borg collective? Back in 2007 you said it may take up to 7 days. Like some people say that God created the world in 7 days but it was like really lonnnnng days spanning millions of years. That kind of 7 days is when I will be unsubscribed, apparently.

Exhibit 1 - Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Exhibit 2 - Wednesday, October 31, 2007 (OMG Again)

Exhibit 3 - Monday, September 24, 2007

Today, you slipped an email past my handmade filters that automatically 'unsubscribe' me from the mailing list that is immune to any unsubscription - Yours. As an excercise in futility I clicked on the unsubscribe link. Strangely absent were the words 'it may take up to 7 days...." I now see the wording up top. I guess they confused too many people with their "God Days".

Once you enter this world, kids, you can never leave it...

If my crap isn't selling when it's free, then it must be time to start charging people. That way they know it has value. http://ping.fm/zINrb

Kodakian Extortion

Kodakian Extortion
Originally uploaded by jeffdiogenes

So check this out. I have like one picture on Kodak's photo sharing/storage
site, but not for long. I signed up because of relatives telling me how
super awesome this site was for getting prints (never do that!) and having
private pictures.
I disagree. Looks like they employ extortionists in their sales and
marketing departments.

In 2009, not being able to store 1gig at least of photos free in a service
online is a a shame and a crime against humanity in general.

I implore the world to not give into this extortion, there's photobucket,
flickr, picasa out there and they don't want to hold pictures of your
children for ransom.

SEND FIVE DOLLARS (a month) OR THE ONLY COPY YOU HAVE OF LITTLE BILLY NEXT
TO GOOFY IN THE MAGIC KINGDOM GETS IT. Wtf?

Viva La Retirement(!)

Viva La Retirement(!)
Originally uploaded by jeffdiogenes

I think I'll be cashing in this part of my tim hortons retirement plan, tomorrow.