Monday, November 21, 2011

From Mezz0:
Prince of Persia - Orange Juice/Settling Scores/Steve Jobs


Orange Juice

Amir [1:37 PM]:
Have you ever heard about the moral fiber and the relationship with Orange juice in this video

Mezz0 [1:38 PM]:
Cute guy!

Amir [1:38 PM]:
Very cute, Word

Mezz0 [1:38 PM]:
I think the guy might be cuter than the woman. He has feminine features, doesn’t he?

Amir [1:39 PM]:
Does for sure. both good to have them in the bed

Mezz0 [1:39 PM]:
WTF are you talking about?

Amir [1:40 PM]:
remember you said we do not throw the person from our bed

Mezz0 [1:40 PM]:
Oh right

Mezz0 [1:40 PM]:
You mean you wouldn't kick them out of bed.

Amir [1:40 PM]:
Yes, you got it dude

Mezz0 [1:40 PM]:
I wouldn’t either. The real question is, with that hot guy, is the juice worth the squeeze, or will the juice get in your eye and/or up your nose?

Amir [1:41 PM]:
Booya Colonel – much worth the squeeze

Settling Scores


Amir [12:10 PM]:
suppose to be Directory/incoming/

Mezz0 [12:10 PM]:
So those assholes changed the directory structure without telling us? WTF!

Amir [12:11 PM]:
they add a subdir called incoming which confuse the hell of us

Mezz0 [12:11 PM]:
No shit

Amir [12:11 PM]:
yes shit

Mezz0 [12:11 PM]:
Do you want me to fly to Massachusetts and bash their fucking skulls inside out? You say the word. I will destroy them.

Amir [12:12 PM]:
shitcan them please if it is easy for you

Mezz0 [12:13 PM]:
I am dead serious. I've never liked people from the east coast, and have been looking for an excuse to do this type of thing for years.

Amir [12:14 PM]:
I know, but business is business brother

Mezz0 [12:14 PM]:
No goofing. How soon can you be ready to leave? I will need back up in case they are armed.

Amir [12:14 PM]:
Asap. just ping me. always ready to be backup for my bro

Mezz0 [12:14 PM]:
Do you have any martial arts/fighting skills? Can you shoot straight.

Amir [12:15 PM]:
I can learn it very fast. Trust me. I am Iranian.

Mezz0 [12:15 PM]:
At the very least, being from Iran, you should know how to plant explosives, right?

Amir [12:15 PM]:
we can even beat them with sticks, how about that?

Mezz0 [12:15 PM]:
I like the way you think.

Amir [12:15 PM]:
it will scare the hell of these guys, cause they are not use to it

Mezz0 [12:16 PM]:
There are no Iranians east of Sandusky, Ohio, I know this for a fact.

Amir [12:16 PM]:
I do not know much above these stuff, I give them some love the format can be sticks or something like that

Mezz0 [12:16 PM]:
Is that code for ass raping?

Amir [12:16 PM]:
you got it, you are esmart

Mezz0 [12:17 PM]:
Thumbs up, bro

Amir [12:17 PM]:
great chat, lets make a commitment. Signed with blood.

Mezz0 [12:17 PM]:
I'll meet you out front in twenty minutes. Don't forget to bring your toothbrush and a change of underwear.

Amir [12:17 PM]:
I copy that

Mezz0 [12:18 PM]:
This might be a one way trip, so I suggest you use your time to say your good bye's to your loved ones.

Amir [12:18 PM]:
I will text them

Mezz0 [12:18 PM]:
Good idea – save time.

Amir [12:18 PM]:
roger roger

Mezz0 [12:19 PM]:
Over and out, Captain

Amir [12:19 PM]:
over, inner and more inner Colonel Duke

Steve Jobs Death

Mezz0 [4:26 PM]:
Captain

Amir [4:26 PM]:
Roger, please call me Jobs if you don't mind

Amir [4:26 PM]:
just for today

Mezz0 [4:26 PM]:
Captain Jobs?

Amir [4:27 PM]:
throw it, what

Mezz0 [4:27 PM]:
You were just joking about not being attracted to me, right?

Amir [4:27 PM]:
no goofing otherwise, I will get behind you

Mezz0 [4:28 PM]:
I think I am asking a fair question.

Amir [4:28 PM]:
cause I am a guy

Mezz0 [4:28 PM]:
If I was a woman, would you find me attractive?

Mezz0 [4:28 PM]:
Same personality, but with a woman's body.

Amir [4:28 PM]:
if I was a you, and you were me, you can answer your question?

Mezz0 [4:28 PM]:
Yes, I can

Mezz0 [4:28 PM]:
If you were a woman, and I was single, I would date you.

Amir [4:29 PM]:
I do not have a imaginary mind when it comes to op. sex

Mezz0 [4:29 PM]:
OK

Amir [4:29 PM]:
I prefer real you know what I talking abut right

Mezz0 [4:38 PM]:
Copy that, Captain Jobs

Amir [4:38 PM]:
fo shizle my nizle?

Mezz0 [4:40 PM]:
Copy that, Captain Jobs. I will be honest, this was not the answer I was looking for, and might have to place a little call to the department of homeland security, if you catch my drift.

Amir [4:40 PM]:
Ok colonel, I will say your hot coz don’t make that call

Mezz0 [4:40 PM]:
Really?

Amir [4:40 PM]:
Yes sir 100%

Mezz0 [4:40 PM]:
Excellent.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

From The Youngest:
Modded!
Fuck you Bill Gates and EA Games


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

From The Youngest:
Better Than Drugs











Whenever I take the time to grill, something magical happens. I'm not sure if it takes place during the cooking...the preperation...I don't know at what point some supernatural mixture of garlic and olive oil (or maybe onion?) combine to release the Almighty. I don't pretend to understand. All I do is grill like I know how to grill...but when the time comes to sit down and eat my creation, I experience a feeling that can only be described as Absolute Internal Satisfaction...and to say that this level of pleasure was formed by my hands alone would be foolish.



















During the first few bites of the meal (be it a greasy cheeseburger or a delectable chicken breast), my perception will shift, as if the lights around me just got brighter, or a veil was being lifted off of my head. My vision seems wider and deeper. Time grinds to a halt as the food in front of me disappears. My pleasure seems timeless and limitless. As if the entire universe, the time that existed before the meal and the time that will come after it, was created just for me to experience the juicy wonder of this chicken breast and these perfectly roasted side items.

As one might expect, I overeat shamelessly during these meals. Unwilling to stop myself from experiencing wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

If God could grill the perfect chicken sandwich, custom-made just for me, it would be this.

And so it was.











Fresh corn-on-the-cob, red peppers, and tomatoes from my garden...marinated with garlic, dressing, some spices...a large store-bought onion. Chicken breasts marinated in a similar mixture, grilled and smothered in melted pepper jack cheese. A perfectly toasted sesame seed bun.

Fuck yeah.













This must be how Buddha's belly feels all the time.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

From The Youngest:
Day 5
Significant Shrinkage













Summa, summa, summa-time

Friday, July 15, 2011

From The Youngest:
Day 4
Abort!











I lost about 1.5 tomatoes to mold or rot overnight (it got a little cool and humid) so I quickly discarded the bad ones and ushered the remainder into the oven. They've been slowly cooking at 170 degrees all day.

In retrospect, it probably was just rot and I could have left the rest of them outside to finish, but we're only expected to be around 70-75 degrees for the next few days...which is a little cooler than ideal.

Also, some of the tomatoes that I used were over-ripe and a few of the guides I read specifically advised against using over-ripe tomatoes because they tend to rot before finishing.

Anyway, these are staying in the oven until they're done. I'll try another batch outside when we have a few warmer days forecast.

This is the first red pepper that I have ever grown in my entire life.
Fuckin' take
that mother nature!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

From The Youngest:
Day 3
(near)

Day 2
(far)












I have never heard this dog bark or make any noise at all. He seems to radiate a quiet, Buddha-like wisdom and calm.

When he arrives at our back wall, he arrives silently...as if he was carried in by the breeze.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

From The Youngest:
Day 2

...after about 5 hours of partly cloudy sun yesterday afternoon and two hours of sunshine this morning.