If I Smile, Tell Me Some Bad News, Before I Laugh and Act Like a Fool...

Going to see the real 'Who' at Madison Square Garden last year was one thing... but going to see the Who 'Tribute' Band for the 'second' time at BB Kings borders on 'pathological'. Nevertheless, I came, I saw, and they kicked ass. Haha. Writing about the Who tribute band on a dorky blog at 231am is indeed psychopathology. Anyways, I brought the kids to the Central Park Zoo today, but we didn't actually go in, although from the walkway you could still get a good look at the seals in the seal pool... we also visited the gift shop and the lady there walked up to a customer and asked him, "Are there any more questions we can't answer for you?"

Tenth Avenue Freezeout....

Nexus is crucial, there are only to possiblilities. Success or Failure based upon classic Bernoulli Principle. This photo shows a NEXUS. FORECLOSURE OF A DREAM... as SUBPRIME MORTGAGES.... COLLAPSE......

Read the Red Box Dialogue... and you'll know what it's all about...

...trying hard to recreate what had yet to be created... what a Fool Believes, to be Real... No Wise Man has the Power, to reason away...

Bank of Japan ups 25bps... Strong US CPI negates and then some...

too bad I wired out practically all my funds. Caught 120 pips overnight after my analysis worked too well, because it was on such small size... yeah... and that's about it... not feeling too good as I type this... a little brain burned...

Tired Eyes on the Sunrise, Waiting for the Eastern Glow...

...I ended up hiding behind a bush, and snipering this Dranean chick with a lethal shot from my BK7000 blunderbuss(rifle), after her show(10 silver per show)... and now my weekend journeys in Alzeroth will soon be shortlived, as I lay claim on a possible career again... luckily I've built good enough credit during the employment years that I can still get loans at decent rates even though I'm dead broke, with a negative net worth. Just read an article on some collapsing mortage lenders in the subprime market, and trying to figure out how bad and which companies fucked up by selling mortgages to some seriously spotty credit histories, and then I'm going to get a loan from 'them', and then short their stock(if they happen to be public, which I know few are).

Feed Pet Raptor Soon! LOL LMAO ROFL NVM

Was really upset at an Elven Warrior in our party who kept running without any tactics every time danger approached, and kept looting our group's hard fought treasure while we were in battle... So we let him have it on the docks of Auberdine... Anyways, I'm going to turn this occasionally into a Warcraft Dork's Blog because I'm a sci-fi-fantasy dork, (always have been).

I'm Totally the type of Dork that will succumb to Warcraft...

It's a cold Saturday night right now in New York City, and I'm supposed to meet my dwarven warrior friend, Rhazbaruk later tonight, to take on these really arrogant and annoying Horde players in Menethil Bay. Menethil Bay? No, it's not in the Village, or Soho, or wherever. It's in Alzeroth!

Together I think we have a strategy to kill Vaingloria and Doofist, some Undead Horde guys, who kept sneaking up on me Thursday, and gutting me with some crazily powerful hatchet and fire trap(while I was not even looking at the screen, because I was running chi-square tests on practice problems, waiting for Rhazbaruk to fly all the way from Sentinel Hill on a gryphon to meet me and my pet bear Barnaby). To get a measure of dork and sadness, I said to 'Rhaz' before I logged off, 'See you later?' And instead of a simple, 'yeah, sure.' or 'yeah, see yah.' he responded, 'you know it.'

Horde and Alliance players when they communicate not intra, but inter(horde talking to alliance), there is an algorithm that turns English into Orcish, so each side has no idea what the other guy is saying(unless you understand Orcish), but sometimes, they will use 'underscore and spaces' to bypass the algorithm, and I could see what they are saying like: P_u_s_S_Y, when they kill me. I also notice that I am developing a hunchback due to the angular way I hold the keyboard and mouse, although chair height adjustments alleviate this.

I like to wear my newly purchased Led Zeppelin IV t-shirt while I play Warcraft in the middle of the night(no guilt there, because I'm too tired to study, and people are at home sleeping anyways), and trot off into a Battle of Evermore style quest. I avoided getting the Zeppelin 1977 tour shirt that has been respawning everywhere lately, because well, I was probably about two months old when they toured the U.S. in '77.

Now we end up taking the long way home, looking overdressed, wearing buckets of stale cologne...

...do it, take your mama out all night, you can stay up late, cause baby, you're a full grown man....

Click image to expand it, and know what Lockheed is implementing.

At first the question was whether it would be Chewy the Turtle or Lockheed, who would die within 6 months...

Now, I believe, the question is... will they both surpass that 6 month linear hurdle? And therefore postpone the next spherical ray energy displacement....

You've asked us if we've known love, well it's like singing songs in the rain...
We've seen love gone, seen it shot down, seen it die in pain...

The Window Burns to Light the Way Back Home...

...I could make extra money doing highschool sock-hops.... but I am t0o disabled as I am spitting up pieces of my broken lung... Being a student of psychology, clinical psychology being a great chunk of that 'psychology', I would only know from an data standpoint, the objective rationale for schizophrenia, more aptly, the symptom of 'hearing voices'. Long ago, even whenst upon various psychotropics of the most demanding level, heavy lsd, peyote, etc. I still had the control of rationale mind to know what was unreal, and even then, it was mainly 'images' of disorted occiptal firing, and never 'actual voices'.

I am sorry, and a bit, frightened to say that for a two hour span of my time, between 730pm-930pm Monday, Feb 5th, 2007 ce, I heard voices that I could not distinguish were actual physical decibels from the waking world. They were in fact, utterly in my mind. Because, the chances of 'voices' in the real world, would be slim to none to be telling me when to use the 'standard error v standard deviation' in regards to confidence intervals. I am a bit shaken, and a bit scared, that I heard a male voice loud to the point where my actual ears 'heard this fucking guy telling me this classic statistical parameter'. I heard it. And I was completely lucid and awake. I physically heard it, not the type where you recall a man's voice in your mind, but I actually heard an older man's voice, and I know it was a simple malfunction of my neural spiking, but this has NEVER happened to me before, and it is fucking scary as fuck. And clearly, it was my own misfiring, as what he told me was very vague, and useless.