That is my new adjective for this year. It will be used for just about everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.

I am, for once, finally feeling better. Blogging will ensue. And just for Mr. Warlock and Mr. Fisk.....I can only say that action is on the way!

But first, I must tell you about my ABSOLUTELY SAVAGE ABUSE OF POWER. I have used my resources to give autonomous movement to a foot-long grinder. That's right. I have a sandwich with all the fixings inching its way all around the apartment.

You realize that I'll have to pay off some Subway and Quizno personnel to deliver superfluous sandwiches unto me. We'll make it a Halloween Spectacular.

That, and I'm going to change my blog a little. Gotta keep up with the times.


Joboxers - Just Got Lucky - Just Got Lucky (look this up on Youtube)

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where's sweet momma?!

I'm still sick.  And too tired to be anything approaching funny or adventurous. More cryptogenic statements for you.

endless thought explosions
STOP MUNCHING
rocket! rocket! rocket!
the last screams of the missing neighbors
sausage meat animal
high altitude no opening
consume the dinner abominations
i am escaping
morningstar to the face
irrational pizza toppings
the bassethounds! the bassethounds!
once again, information eludes me
flying across greased ice
i am the government man
run like the machine
sleeping the american dream
who's ben green?
the bagel whisperer
pushing another red button
unrelenting delirium and her pet dog
there is strength in numbers and in madness

only those who would claim themselves as seekers may find information through the internet  and with the diversity and creativity present therein to break the boundaries limiting not only the flesh but all the surrounding physical laws and frontiers; for there  in the place not known by geography, but only by its place within the mind can one free oneself from the confines of commonly accepted belief.

deliciously juicy
all things are never as they seem
weaknesses: lightning, upholstery
the color of HOT STEAMY LOVE
i am the water cooler king
shaago
sniff suspiciously


ATB - TRANCE NATION AMERICA TWO (DISC 1) - Let You Go (Clubb Mix)

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www.strandbeest.com

Sorry people, I'm sick, and it's really taking a bite out of my energy. I'll be back, I'm planning on being cured Friday, and I'll update everything. But for the moment I'll be eating garlic by the bulb and drinking juiced onion. Supposedly, that stops colds instantly. Or I could pester Adam Warlock to use his Materia to cast a "Cure" spell.

If you're wondering about the title, that's apparently what I was mumbling to myself after being 30+ hours without sleep. Remember, it's only the first 24 hours that's hard to get over.

Now I'm going to bed. Unlike normal where I plot out loud the darkness' untimely demise until I pass out, I'm going to take some sleeping pills, like normal drug addicts do.

Instead of posting something funny, I'm going to repost all of the cryptogenic statements for the first two sets of blogs that had them.

for now, the cucumber sandwich lives....
you must be using someone else's bed
ply them with doughnuts until they translate things for you
scratch and sniff each picture
attempt to eat your computer's mouse
the piano is missing
alive, but without permission
arms like Popeye and a face like Winston Churchill
our cat has a boat
I am dancing with the trains
we will plug in the electric rawhide toaster slinky
we are George...you will be assimilated
lots of "splatters"
unsubstantiated allegations

are you a giant stone head
shaving my encyclopaedias
face the wrath of my evil bunnies
evil green sausage
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
quoth znarkum fork
and they shall run free in the streets
truth itself becomes suspicious
catapulting the chicken
squirrels are nibbling on my equipment
open packet, eat nuts
a bowling ball wouldn't
reliance on canned peppers
steady the house with one hand

Tomorrow, if I'm not feeling better, I'll repost the third and fourth collection of cryptogenic statements.

Romeo Void - Instincts - Girl In Trouble (Is A Temporary Thing) <----The music video is quite creative

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(what? you think you're going to get a cryptogenic statement here after receiving so many just now? what are you, nuts? I will plot your demise....you're going to be annihilated by the cocaine-fed sex dwarves that have been extensively trained with five pound anatomically-inproportionate replicas of a horse's....*clunk* zzzzzzz)

JOINT RULER ANNOUNCEMENT
Doc.116.2007//<723.EOP.122>

"It is to the effect of this official statement that the Seven Nation and the Nightbug Kingdom are formally allies and strategic partners in the furtherance of Science, Machiavellian Domination of the Human Race, and the push for the expansion of our Dominion into Space."


SECTION I
"Do it big or stay in bed." Larry Kelly

While although the two parties involved are named as "Nation" and "Kingdom," we are in truth, a network of secret societies without geographic boundary. While this announcement reveals the existence of said parties, their operatives, the companies the operatives work for, and the plans they are charged with executing will remain unknown to all outsiders.

Because these two societies are geographically diverse, the need for communication over both private and public network communities remains an issue. For the public communication, codes will be transmitted by casual conversation - effectively saying the right thing at the right time - without the use of codes and numbers. Even knowing about the communication technique doesn't help anyone if you don't have the source codebook.


SECTION II
"Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge." Paul Gauguin

Because of the intrinsic nature of these two organizations, very little needs to be done in order to integrate all of the resources available to both parties. And because both organizations thrive because of a lack of knowledge on the part of the general populace, this is going to be a very short section as far as the public is concerned. But we're just going to give a few hints to really torment those not involved in the details. Two words: Subterranean Rivers. There's thousands of miles of them around the globe. And can you even imagine the parent company of Caliber & Velocity? Oh, and another thing: look up MJ XII and Neurocam International. Just do it.


SECTION III
"Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't." Mark Twain

Seven Nation Goals: Wouldn't you like to know? Ha ha ha ha!

Nightbug Kingdom Goals: We apologize that we are unable to accommodate the public's request for further information at this time.

For those conspiracy theorists who devote their lives to hunting down secret societies, we have a little hint for you. Unfortunately, we have inconveniently forgotten to translate the hint from binary to English.

"011101110110010100101110011001000110010101100001011011000010111001101001011
0111000101110010011010100100101001110010001000010111001000011010011110100111
001010100010100100100111101001100"


SECTION IV recruiting & incentivizing
"When smashing monuments, save the pedestals - they always come in handy" Stanislaw Lem

We typically do not recruit lower-end minions. While although education is pretty nice, ability to be creative is typically another trait that we pursue in minion selection. And of course, willingness to undergo cybernetic enhancement. Our benefits package typically includes little things like instant bioelectochemical corporeal reconstruction. Especially for the minions that do the dirty work. Many people of the gaming persuasion would recognize this as "extra lives."

Upper Executives would have - effectively - carte blanche with regards to resources, would be paid a base salary and then scalable bonuses depending on both their success and the overall success of the mutual societies. In order to facilitate the payment of Executives and Minions, Master Seven does not take in a stipend. After all, he OWNS the Seven Nation.

Also, as both societies are sharing resources, the Nightbug Kingdom also gets a fair share of what Netizens used to recognize as villainsupply.com. This is an affirmation that the Seven Nation did, in fact, buy them.

* * *

In closing, this announcement is purely for those who follow conspiracy theories, and tend to think that secret societies control every event that occurs in the world. Do you hear us, conspiracy theorists? WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU.

While the raging paranoia stews over in the corner where the conspiracy theorists are attempting to hide, we turn our attention to the general public. All we have to say is, "You may return to what you were doing. Remember to enjoy life, don't work too hard, and don't think too hard. Nobody likes a pushy sheep."


Icon Of Coil - The Soul Is In The Software - Everything Is Real

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drink a whole bottle of bbq sauce

Even as I had just registered this, it hit me. Or rather, he hit me. The scream of twin jet engines seared both my eyes and ears as the Mail Cart and its driver blazed past me, straight into the canvass-door guarded labyrinthine maze that feeds directly into the Mail Room. I was sent smashing into the wall, knocking over several silk plants and a water cooler.

Even as I restored myself and my SUPERCHAIR 3000 to our upright glory, my hand rested on the solution.

Pressed cold iron rested ever so perfectly in my hand as I realized that as a left-over from our "strategic alliance" with several oil firms, we had wheeled barrels of crude lying around in our hallways. I had to work quick. I pressed the speed capacity of my SUPERCHAIR 3000 over to the hallway break area. I took off the coffee pot and pressed my Golden Staplegun nozzle onto the heating pad until it had heated up sufficiently. In one fluid motion, I pushed the oil barrel directly into the line of where the Mailboy was going to pass, grabbed the pot of coffee and sat by the sidelines.

The five minutes during which all this happened was all it took for the Mailboy to turn around and come roaring out of the Mailroom chutes.

Time slowed as I pushed myself away, drinking coffee directly from the pot as I fired the red-hot golden staples into the oil can. P-CHOOM......P-CHOOM.....P-CHOOM...... One staple into the steering column, the second into the ceiling fire sprinkler, and the third into the oil barrel. It was a symphony of timing as the third staple hit the barrel at the same time as the screaming Mailcart.

Through the ensuing explosion that ripped down the hallway, one could hear the scream of the Mailboy, "DAMN YOU SIR, AND DAMN YOUR CHAAAAIIIIIIRRRRRRRR!!!!"

I quietly rolled away from the hall, patches of clothes on fire, my right shoe was missing, and worst of all, I only got a few sips of the coffee before the pot shattered. I knew which meeting hall was used the most on this level, I wasn't going to bother with the rest in my current state. The handle clunked as I realized its state of being locked. Then it sort of dropped to the floor and rolled around a bit as it joined the shattered remains of the door after the lot had been subjected to the "Absolute Staple Riot" setting on my Golden Staplegun.

And there, in the meeting room, surrounded by hot gold staples, was the manilla envelope.

I grabbed it quickly, but not fast enough to notice the circled number on the top. 23-7. Floor twenty three, room seven. That was just down the hall. Forgetting the pain and the smell of burning micro-fiber polyester, the SUPERCHAIR 3000 and I rocketed down the hall, only a few times stumbling on the fragments of the Mailcart. With surprising ease, the door to 23-7 swung open.

While the room was empty, the open blinds were full of....

....glorious.....

.......SUN.

For the first time, I rose from my chair. I tore the remains of my shirt off, and held up the folder triumphantly as I screamed, "I'M ALIIIIIIIIVVVVEEEEEE!"


Fury In The Slaughterhouse - Super Fury - Milk & Honey

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juggernaut orange