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Anybody who has ever used the Internet knows that it is loaded with spam, that most hated of viral e-mails. They’re full of crazy scams – sometimes to infect your computer, sometimes to take your money from you. I realize this may come as a shock to many of you out there in Internet Reader Land (“Home of the Fighting Low IQ Points!â„¢”), but before the ‘net, people got junk mail and scams through the regular mail (shock!).
When I graduated from college a few years ago, I did not have many possessions. I owned a small television and a few game consoles. I owned my PC and a 25lb monitor. I also owned a rickety twin bed, but little else in the way of furnishing. It was late ’06 when Tom and I moved out to Chelsea, MA. To congratulate me on my first bachelor pad, my cousin Neil gave me a gift. Back when he was starting out as a bachelor he was given a lamp. A very special lamp. And now he is passing this very special lamp down to me. It is a Horse Head lamp.
It is 1:00 – lunch time. I turn off the fan I leave on my desk and grab my essentials; a sandwich, my mp3 player, my cellphone. If I were any more on autopilot right now my brain would have literally vacated my skull, leaving behind a little sign that reads “On Holiday,” in bold Papyrus.
(I assume Tom had intended this to be posted in June 2009.) So it’s finally June. Here at ZSN, that means adding ice to the Scotches that are older than us, and switching from snow boots to sandals (sneakers are okay, but only if there will be sneaking involved). It also means that we’re entering [...]
I was walking past the Convention Center over by Mass Ave and I noticed a sign in front of it. It read:
“Boston 6th Annual ZineCon Fest.
At Kinkos, turn left at Hynes Convention Center (walk approx. 230 feet.)”
Life is a bumpy road and we do not travel alone. We have many who journey with us along this bumpy path, although sometimes things are bumped right off a cliff. And then those things hit some rocks and then they splatter all over the jagged rocks below. And then they are picked apart by scavengers and then are left a rotting carcass until they are eventually returned to the Earth. And then everyone is sad.
The art of Speedbowling is the art of getting things done quickly and with little to no thought. You are to act upon instinct, celebrate your hasty decision, and relax in the knowledge that everything you have just done is good.
HP: dude list movies based on our awesome ideas, wait how are we making posts ugh im already overwhelmed ahghg