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Name: Gavin
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 2/15/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: mostly music with a side of witty banter and some t.v. watching to go
Expertise: making people think I have expertise
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 5/24/2004

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

I stole this from Lifehacker. For self motivation/reminding.


Saturday, October 13, 2007

Treasure

So...I've been thinking...at what point does regular old money become treasure? I believe it is either when said money is placed inside a "chest" OR when the stash is large enough where hiding or burying it is not ridiculous. I am less sure, however, as to which of these is more important.

I can see a small amount of money discovered in some sort of grandiose chest being called treasure.

"Hey, look what I found! Treasure!"
"Oh damn! Lets see whats inside"
"Huh...3 Sacagawea dollars and a paper clip..."
"That sucks!"
"Fuck you I found treasure! I can always pawn this sweet ass chest off!" -pokes eye out-

However found money, even if previously hidden never to be found again, is not necessarily treasure.

"Hey look! I ripped open this teddy bears head and I found 3 dollars inside!"
"What the hell, that was my Binkie!" -pokes eye out-

Clearly this dispute is what left so many pirate eyes be-patched. Which is not a real word. Any swashbucklers care to clarify?


Friday, July 06, 2007

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can, old man — you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind — I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that. One generation abandons the enterprises of another like stranded vessels.

Walden,
Thoreau

I believe this to be the resurrection of my weblog. We shall see.


Friday, March 17, 2006

I am literally going to kill 50 billion people.



Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I'm like a delicious piece of cheesecake. Everybody wants a piece of me.



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