12.02.2009

So I'm excited for the new Iron Man sequel, as no one who has seen the first movie would be surprised. But I am really intrigued by another film Robert Downey Jr. is staring in and that the Sherlock Holmes movie. If you're curious as to why I love him so much this should answer your question. They kept that scene in the theatrical release. He is a character above all else, the man is not a quick thinker but that's because he thinks too much. A lot of his movies involve him talking aloud to himself or analyzing a situation too long for the sorry-ass decision he ends on. Like the ending clip of the Sherlock trailer where he obtains a large hammer and a fiercesome looking goon obtains a tree sized hammer, they pause for a six seconds, and he throws the tiny hammer at the goon. Fucking hilarious don't get me wrong. I think he's actually turing Sherlock Holmes into a superhero, it's like HIS power or something. Iron Man was basically Marvel's answer to Batman except they made him less broody and more porkin-focused. An upgrade. I implore anyone to see Sherlock Holmes. I suspect this Iron Man will be lame though. If anything, superhero sequels are mathmatically designed to fail and only there to provide a trilogy. Above all it's the fact that the best supervillian is used for the first film, otherwise why save it for a sequel that would never get funded. And the multiple villians thing is also true for some reason.

On a happier note I realized yesterday that I have been eating moldy bread for lunch. I smelled a pungent scent of hard liquer and suspected that it was my roomate. But as I opened the bread bag it hit me like cement and I inspected the entire...loaf... covered in mold. I must have a terrifying immune system and if that is such the case, I believe I deserve my own superhero: average man. Sub-to-moderate Medeocrity by day, even less so by night.

11.24.2009

phew

So I finally got past masturbating to my last post to think of something. I've always thought of becoming a businessman, that's why I entered college as a business major. However my passion has always been to do something greater than society. To do something profound and meaningful with my life. That's one of the reasons I wanted to join the army so much. I wanted to do the most difficult thing in my life. I wanted to wake up and make decisions that would lead to life or death. I wanted to be a greater, stronger, faster, smarter person. I wanted to experience what life is really like, outside of this squishy wall of defenders that make up our military. If I lived three hundred years ago I would have more like what I wanted, but what I wanted was even earlier than that. So old that it's primitive. I wanted to live and fight for my life like I would have if I was all alone like the universe always intended. Well, after I decieded that I thought how adventerous it would be. You hear these military stories of people that are soldiers of God  Link to what I mean I mean surviving in these condiditions would be difficult, HE CLIMED THE WHOLE FUCKING MOUNTAIN AT NINETEEN.

Just writing about it makes me sad. My family on my mother's side has a history of military service. Her father was even in the merchant navy. My mother is actually also a sikh, which makes sense because the historic homeland is in her home state of Punjab. They are responsible for defending against Muslim invaders for ages, specifically around 1500 when the Moghul Empire dominated India. My mother tells me that during that time Muslim soldiers would invade Sikh houses at midnight and kidnapp their women to strike fear in them. She also says that is why Sikhs now where turbans, because they wanted to retaliate by blending in with thier enemies.

I even went so far as to call a recuirter to my house. He visited and we actually had a good talk, he was surprised when I asked him why he joined and that's what we spent most of our time talking about. In the end I wasn't allowed to sign any agreement without the signature of a parent so I decieded I would wait because I hadn't actually told my parents that I was going to join the army. My thoughts were "Fuck Them" and "Who Gives A Flying Fuck", repectively, besides they wouldn't sign it I know.

I actually didn't put much thought into what division I was going to join. Now I know that you can transfer so maybe it's not such a big deal, but I always thought if I was going to fight why not stick to the oldest organization. Besides I fucking hate boats and hate the ocean even more, my friend Dennis once told me that a boat is just a floating prison. The ocean sucks because it's basically a cold dark room that never ends but something an unholy number of times bigger than you can sneak up behind you no matter where you turn. I guess there's also butt-sex but that's probably a myth, like Bigfoot or a not-gay naval officer.

I forgot what the point was. Oh yeah you're probably wondering why I'm not in it. Well plain and simple I can't do it. It's not a decision worth making. Tim Moore told me he used to play COD all the time when he wasn't fixing up humvees, and if it's good enough for him it's good enough for me. You know it's funny that the best guy I've met here at college is actually a marine-in-training going to Afghanistan in June. It seems like they're the only people worth being around. On the bright side I do have an authentic Army jacket I get to wear around campus.

My hope now is to be a scientist. I have somewhat embraced this idea of being a physicist, although I'm still rather on the fence. I couldn't be a doctor. They're too much like walking textbooks, and no-one respects them anymore because of that. When was the last time a doctor made a medical discovery or improvement. Chemists and nano-technologists are the ones responsible for your swine flu vaccine and your robotic/somewhat-prosthetic leg. I actually used to tell people I wanted to be a nano-technologists when I was in high-school. Perhaps I can still make a life-long change by studying nature. 

I actually embraced my heritage with my career decision. There are a lot of interpretations of Hinduism in the world, sikhism is one, Islam, Jainism, Buddhism, and then even in Hinduism itself there are radical practicioners and half-hearted religion mixing practicioners. Even many elements of Christianity and Juddaism are similar. My interest, obviously, is in the extreme of Hinduism, honestly I think anything other than the extreme is not what it claims. How can you be somewhat of a religious person? Are you also somewhat of a good person? Good driver? Good at sex? Is everything you do in life so meaningless and worthless? Do you waste your time making decisions that you do not care about? Not thoroughly thinking through your actions? Why bother doing something if you don't mean it and you don't care what happens? Are you really answering these questions? You could be a douchebag , please don't contact me in any way for anything.

When I say extremist I mean the monks. The people who dedicate their lives to basically thier lives. There is no middle ground, there is right and wrong and the decisions that make them go hand in hand. The purpose of monks in the east is different than the west. European culture spawned this belief that man was inherently evil, so that monks are those that call for repentance for that unholy burden which is their lives. Easterners are completely the opposite. Sikhs believe God desired us to be in his image and therefore made us perfect the way we are, the principle that keeps us from cutting our hair and used to be tied in a knot before converting to the turban. In fact turban is an umbrella term and Islamic and Sikh turban do differ.

What I decieded at least, was that Hinduism's goal was to attain knowlegde, which is very true. The ultimate purpose of meditation is to achieve enlightenment, which I understand to be oneness and the truth. Meaning, as a scientist, or physicist specifically, I will be trying to understand the rules of reality. This is the next best step to fullfilling my Hindu heritage, even if I cannot fulfill my Sikh heritage.

phew, on a bright note

11.23.2009

education pt2

It's interesting, actually, that my method of learning has not faltered from that which I learned in high school. Many classes require understanding of material through self-interpretation, or plainly by doing homework. As lame as it is, I think I understand what it's meant to do. Ideally, that is the only way in which you can learn because it forces the objective searching of connections. In my calculus class for example, the only way I understood the algebra of the Quotient theorem was by looking at problems and examples and comparing the two in their processes'.

My point is school is really just a tool for personal gain. It is not meant to make you smarter, more knowledgeable, or more versed. All formal education is designed to do is to provide the opportunity to become a great person. That said, how many people have you met that you've admired? Now did learning of that person's education give you pause? If you hear that someone has a GED and falter on their morals/discipline that probably has more to do with your self-standards. If you dismiss the person, then you're insecurities in high school are being reflected on that person. The possibility is that your hard work went under-achieved or you never achieved your desired goals so that now anything less than what you have is preposterous.

I always have a disturbance when education comes up. I was reading a reference book on private practice when they discussed ethics in a psychology practice. One principle they argued had double implications was the Western methodology of achievement, which is goal-oriented; the ends justify the means. This leaves the purpose of doing something as the something, leaving behind everything else. What this does is isolate a goal and make it irrelevant to other goals. What happens is that people do things without finding an understanding or common ground. If you can't find and duplicate relationships then you won't ever learn anything.

You know what's weird? How the less you have sex, the more you love it? I mean, it's not like, literally building up.weird

11.02.2009

*Sigh*


Lesbian's are awesome

10.12.2009

I slept for three hours, and then six

After a month and a half I'm beginning to sink into college life. I used to be so nervous walking around with so many people around, but most of them you don't see more than once anyways so there's no reason to be worried about doing anything embarrassing. Speaking of which, I constantly miss-slide my key card to get in the building so I'm always standing outside with people behind me looking confused. Still kinda bored though, I'be working on my guitar for almost a year now and I'm embarassed to stay that I still have the final stretch to go. I've been struggling to get the circuitry working for, god-help-me, the better part of 2009. I feel so uncontrollably helpless. I'm never giving up on it though, I've spent far to much on it. About $800 if you want to nickel and dime it. The sad part is that it LOOKS so sexy, but it doesn't sound like anything. Unfortunately, this still means it's a broken/shitty instrument. Oh, and if anyone has anything they would like to hear my oppinion about or an argument they want me to tackle, I would gladly take it up out of something to post on here.

10.09.2009

Why I'm not a lawyer

So I've been reading a lot while on campus. One book I picked up was this title "the problem with lawyers" and it's been a pretty solid read. It's incredibly date, written back in 1956. However, I would still consider it just for the perspective it gives on the law profession. I used to think that lawyers were these really hard-working people that worked in the law. They would have equal responsibility of the law on basis with officers and prosecutoors. Little did I know, lawyers are mostly douche-bags. There's a third of the book based just on lawyers swindling clients of their reward earning. Because the process of payment from a trail is usually handled by a lawyer, they have full control of the money. Even though they are supposed to put the money in a separate account, many apply it into their own. It's illegal, but there's no enforcement so you can only know when it's too late. Also, if you have been swindled, you have to hire another lawyer to sue the previous lawyer. It's ridiculous.

Now after you hire the second lawyer, assuming you win, best case scenario: you have twice the legal fees, a fraction of your initial earnings, and years of your time wasted in court. There are recovery funds in almost every state, however they only amount to a couple hundred dollars and the payout usually has a cap at 20,000 dollars. Meaning, no matter how much you lose, your best option is to get back a pitiful fraction of it, meaning your entire trial process has been demeaned by the very man you hired to provide for you.

On the other hand, you have lawyers that idle away their client's money. The reasons range from negligence, to bluffing for a higher settlement, to evading higher tax rates. It's shocking to think that there are just as many criminals in the defense industry as in any industry, disheartening at the best. There is actually a commision within the law-field, usually Bar Association Discipline Commitees. However, most of these commitees involve volunteers and are only interested in lawyer benifits. Another fact I didn't know: lawyers can continue practicing law even after being disbarred, usually only after a little suspension of a few years, therefore able to commit even more unethical deviences.

There's so much of the book left to read too, I think it's one of the most informative research projects I've ever read.

9.30.2009

Signed and delivered

Blogs don't allow uploads of documents so I have an account on slideshare.com the link here It's pretty weak right now but I'll see what I can do to fix it.

As promised I have my presentation for viewing. I ended up finishing it at about 1:30 this morning, but regardless I think it turned out really nice. The wierd part about this speech though, is that I actually learned something. Space tourism is going to be a fountainhead for industry.

Speaking of which, I actually still had to print out an evaluation form for the speech. I decieded I would wake up and go to the library to print a copy. This all works out because I have clas at 7:45 but the library opens at 7:30 , Lucky Me. 

Now the reality. I woke up on time, good so far. I took to long in the bathroom, expected. I reach the library at around 7:35 , no big deal I'll be a few minutes late he doesn't care anyways. Oookay. Now I get to a computer and realize that you have to pay to print pages, fine I have a few coins. It only takes flashcash, Fuck. Now I have to find a machine that I can put money into to put money on a card, ok make it fast.

I found it=it only takes dollar bills= my wallets empty. Now I have the option of running across the street to the ATM for ONE DOLLAR. Since I was the first one to use the machine today, it takes it's sweet little time. I spend 8 minutes AT the ATM for ONE DOLLAR, frustration swells. I waltz back and finally put the money on the card. Now there is someone at the printing station, printing at least 100 pages of god-I-don't-care. I give up a little hope at this point. After her, I swipe my card and find that my print is not in the que. 

Lucky me I ran into an old buddy from middle school Drew Dixon and he told my that he saw my my name on another printing station. Sweet, finally, I had this hole bullshit done. I end up getting to class about halfway through and the rest is smooth sailing. Oh but god-damn I only have $ 00.50 in my bank account. 

9.29.2009

Mellabox

As of late there has been something on my chest that I needed to get rid of. There was a period of about a month where I wore my image in shame. That was a period of cheap and deplorable behavior. I dropped my glasses in the toilet and continued to wear them. In my defense, it was at home, it was an empty toilet, and I set them in a gallon of bleach for six hours. Oh but the shame, I never heard the end of it from my girlfriend.

So I'm beginning to see what the rave about blogging is. I feel so bored that the only thing that I want to do is write it out. I hate poor weather because I don't like dressing for it. I am doing a disservice by covering up this hot bod, yeah  it's exactly what it looks like. You know, now that I think about it, I wonder what all the hot people from high school are doing now. They're probably reading this blog, yeah, that sounds about right.

So I have a speech for Business Communications class tomorrow and I half-assed chose the topic of space. Well, little did I know just how fucking prophetic it could be, and I'm just talking about space tourism. If tourism kicked off we could literally be in a utopian space society in 100 years. Needless to say it's a badass speech that I will definately post after I finish it, hopefully it doesn't bomb. Okay I know this much: tourism=colonization=globalization=world-wide space industry like space mining and solar harvesting.

Woah.

9.28.2009

There are cum stains all over my laptop

I've had this blog for a week now and I'm beginning to believe that only the perpetually lonely can sustain a healthy level of updates. Usually all I start with is a Facebook update, and then that's all I get so I just quit this and update my Facebook. But I am determined to continue writing on here because I am not a shut-in God-Dammit! Speaking of which, I usually visit my brother one day at the house over the weekend to play video-games and the like. This week I came back pretty late on Sunday and I had left my laptop open sitting on my desk. Well, now that I'm typing I can see a lot of white spots on my laptop glistening into my eyes. I'm not really grossed out, because I'm just denying whatever it could be.

Seriously, there are cum stains on my laptop.

On a happier note I got to spend time with my girlfriend over the Weekend, I don't remember any sex being involved. However, that just means I blocked it out or it blew my mind. My junk's not in three pieces (well, technically...) so that should be a good sign. Speaking of which I have been woken up on multiple occasions from some screaming whores across the hall. The first time I think they were two dudes having sex. Please don't ask me to tell you why because there's no way to put it into words, just....sounds. Actually this didn't turn into a happier note at all.

9.23.2009

short


Saw a guy running on the track while I was and he was sprinting backwards. How can that be a workout? So I looked at him like this.


And then continued my Bruce Lee campaign. Point of interest: being physically fit is not easy. Speaking of Chinese, talking with my Chinese roomate is a chore and embarassing. I told him I needed to borrow his laundry card but I would give the money for the laundry in cash and he replied by agreeing and then offering me locations of the nearest vtm machine.
If anyone ever gets a chance to go to a college library, take my advice, just walk around every floor/section/level. They have books on things you didn't know there was anything to write about. I picked up a book called "the Problem with Lawyers" and it talks about all the loopholes and criminal activities protected by the bar accociation to unethical lawyers. It's one of the best things I've ever read, and odds are I would have never found it without spotting it out of the corner of my eye while gliding through the aisles. Oh, and while you're at college, don't party during the week, you're wasting your time. You have two days where you can get so shit-faced that no-one would care, so take advantage of those. goodnight.
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9.22.2009

Home Invasion Response

The other day I was home during the week to pick up my new bank card and I forgot to get my house keys from my dorm.No cars were there and only a few of the lights were on. Naturally, I prayed that someone was home and that they would answer the door if I relentlessly rang the doorbell. My girlfriend Tanya was there with me and she was waiting in the car up until the twenty-minute mark when she got out and wisely told me to call the phone and see if anyone picks up. At the very least I would leave a voicemail stating I was outside and for somebody to open the door. Suddenly I notice that only the lights upstairs are on. Why someone would leave the ground floor lights off and the upper lights on got me a little suspicious and incredibly worried. I was literally two seconds away from calling the police when my brother half-naked runs down the stairs. Turns out my mom was in the hospital for surgery and he was taking a shower. 

This was not the only time I freaked out this badly. Against my own discretion, I am following Tanya's advice and telling this story. So during the school year about April, May I was thinking about skipping because, well I was a senior and it was before noon. So after about 8:30 I hear the garage door close and my dad drive away for work, leaving me home alone. I deceide, "naw fuck it" and go back to bed. About thirty minutes later I hear the garage door open and it wakes me up, now I suspect my Dad forgot something and came to quickly retrieve it. Well I hearhim shuffling around for a good ten minutes and realize that I didn't hear the garage door close. Now I wonder the worst, but my head is still level and I'm thinking it through, "maybe he's just taking a while." So I get up to go to the bathroom and on the way I hear heavy boots. Construction boots. Who wears construction boots to work? My Dad wouldn't wear his because I got them dirty working on my coop (different story). Now I direct my course down the first flight of stairs to investigate. Then I hear a duffel bag open. I literally freeze and shit my pants in the fastest microsecond humanly cappable without tearing through space-time. People take breifcases to work, what the fuck would my dad do with a duffel bag. So now that I'm thouroughly scared I panic and run back to my room. I think instinctively I was terrified by the prospect of waking up and having to deal with an intruder and I did what I would probably not have done sober: I called the police. I dial 911 and tell the operator in hacky breaths that there's someone in my house. I hear him move around some more so I run into the closet. My heart is RACING. I felt every heartbeat in my chest, teeth, eyes, and ears. It was like my heart was doing push-ups off my brain. Imagine what it feels like to fly naked through the air over a Catholic church with one of these attached to your ass.

It took what felt like forever for the officer to finally arive, the operator kept telling me he was on his way and that he was turning his siren off so nobody would hear him. She kept asking me where I was in the house and to remain calm, but FUCK THAT SHIT. I was so pumped at this point I found a broken knife blade and was getting ready for the imprompatu knife throwing lesson I was sure would work on the first try. As soon as I get up to walk out my door and take this fucker and go prehistoric on his ass, the operator tells me that it was, guess who? My Dad. All that. For nothing. I see the look on my dad's face when I go downstairs and the cop is asking him if he's the owner of the house and he looks at me with the most amused face that you can while being still thouroughly confused. I'm guessing he was wondering who called the cops on him in his own home, and when he saw that I wasn't at all surprised by the officer he put two and two together. I like to think I made his day. 

It turns out he was going on a business trip that day and the duffel bag was for his laptop. He went to the office to pick up some things before his flight left. He told me this the day before, but my survival instinct dictated that was useless information.After that, I ended up going to school. I didn't trust any of my previous decisions at that point. The funny part is that my Dad handled it so well that I wasn't embaressed by it so much as I thought it was innocently funny, so I told everyone I saw that day.

9.18.2009

Education (p.1)

This my first post that I intended to publish but the longer I spent on it the more in depth it got and the longer is became. Ultimately, I decieded that it will never be finished until I write a book, meaning I will update this and continue to post it until it's finished.

I've always been weary on the importance of education. I didn't think that college or even high school was a significant part of life. Now that I'm in college, I feel that I made the right decision in coming.However, my position on the matter remains mostly unchanged.Truly you can't trust your own interpretation of knowledge to someone else, and absolutely not to many of my teachers that I have come across.

My first inclination that the business-like, standardized education had an unsettling atmosphere was when in fifth grade Mrs.Ford's class had an Einstein "actor" come in to speak to the class about himself. In my excitement I read in preparation the only book on Einstein that was available, a fifty page Einstein biography that I eventually discovered was significantly biased. It claimed he developed the atomic bomb, whereas his research on particle physics is what prompted development, of which Einstein had no part in. Einstein always believed that "education is that which remains after after one has forgotten everything he learned in schools" Quotes in their nature are not something that aspire to be remembered. What you want is the information portrayed, not what they said. Of course you should be confident in what they said by how they said it, understand the different ways that it can be interpreted. What a shame it would be to seem a fool after recognizing a source in the first place. I digress, my point is that his words have been something of a running thought in my mind for years.

  Source: "http://www.buzzle.com/editorials/1-27-2005-64905.asp 

In my experience as well, I have learned that not enough emphasis is put on the goals of education, or where the goals of education should reside. The purpose of teaching should be to receive and gain knowlege, or to understand concepts outside of time or politics. For example, the Kansas school system's Intelligent Design education. The premis being an equal share of both ideas in an effort equate fairness. Consequently, I just read a (heavily conservative) book about the media coverage in the Obama campaign, and the idea of the Fairness Doctrine. The Fairness Doctrine is a broadcast law promoting equal air-time being given to both conservative and liberal views in a network.

Source:http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/F/htmlF/fairnessdoct/fairnessdoct.htm                              http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/08/                         AR2005110801211.html                 

In the Fairness Doctrine, the sad truth is over-involvement of the government in commercial affairs. I do agree with the Kansas Board of Education on this (only this one time, I'm looking at you Brown v. Board). What seems to be overbearing involvement or indoctrination is the honest will of the people with the state. Despite common belief the state is in fact more powerful than the country. The definition of a state being essentially just a very large community with it's pooled goals and values. Only Federal institutions are more powerful than the state, only because it involves the state itself along with the others in the union.That's how countries should be run.  The Tenth Amendment itself claims all power is given to states unless they collectively claim that either everyone or nobody should have that power. The Eleventh Amendment even excercises the soverignity of the states by prohibiting the Federal government to prosecute individuals. This means that a criminal can jump from state to state but only be prosecuted by the state in the state in which the crime was commited. The reason you don't see criminals avoid prosecution this way is not because the borders are tighter within the states than along the intercontinental borders; the principle of extradition in which a state captures and returns the criminal to the offending state is. (the conditions of extradition vary but an example from our policy with Great Britian can be found here )In this way the state is treated like an honored kingdom, with the states paying respect to one another under no neccessary order other than their written word. And like a kingdom, it is defined by its people, whether they be laborers, artisans, or clerics. Ultimately, the view of the collective people is defined by the leader, who grew up in the environment of his people. That means the method of education in the people should not be contested by outsiders as long as the people do as they see fit for themselves. This means that the Kansas school board is not providing a diservice to it's denizens and are completely in their right to do so. They are giving an idea to counter the idea of equal importance and equal uncertainty.

Source: http://www.law.cornell.edu/anncon/

Kansas' education curriculum is not the problem. The problem is how they would implement it. As will always happen, information will eventually, under no concequence or supervision, become biased. I suspect that the will of man is not to seek truth, but to create truth; to make his will law. If someone believe that only white people are people, then you would not be told that all other people are not people, but you would never be told that all other people are people. It's the directed misinformation, or withholding of information. Such a method of education is boundless as the area becomes more desolate and inhospitable.

My purpose of learning is to make myself better. It's not to create a gap between my brothers and sisters and all my peers, but just for the sake of it. I cannot put into words how valuable the mind is. It should go without saying the our conscience is the most valuable thing that makes us human, if in fact to only thing. And just as all things grow and shrink so does the mind. However, there are oblects that can grow infinitely and creatures that can grow infinintely, such as ivy. This concept of conservation of energy/motion/forces is all the same principle, meaning whenever something changes, a change is present in the opposite direction. When plants get too big they will falter and whither. When planets get too big they become inhospitable and attract more and more until it destroyes itself.

Whether it be the same occurance happening in both directions to the same concept of nature is coincidence. I say coincidence because matter takes the absence of space, so me being here is getting rid of the nothing that I had to move to get here. I conceptualize it by thinking that the movement of space itself, the expansion of the universe, is time itself. This means that existance through space exists in space itself, almost like leaving a footprint of imprint of events. And the reason time progresses is because the event is moving farther away from the each other from the initial velocity of the event.

So there are an infininte number of events between all events being that there is a solid stream of events between event A and event B. The rotation and revolution of Earth is really more of a measurement of time than a motion of time. There are calculations however that state that the universe is moving faster than the speed of light in it's expansion.However accurate that calculation can be I predict would neccessitate existing outside of time, or travelling equally fast in a compression of space and then measuring the distance between stars to discover the speed. It is my sound belief that every aspect of the Universe is cyclical, because there has never been an occurance I have seen that contradicts that. I do say, however, that outside of reality/space-time there can be an absence of time or cycle of events. However, from any perspective in our observable realm there is a perpetual sequence.

9.16.2009

Intresting Alfred, have the maid notify my accountant

This post is to spare all the people that I'm friends with on Facebook that have to put up with all the posts that I put up. You know the kind, where you find it unique and hilarious but are beat out in comments by the video of the man on a motorcycle screaming at a cabbage patch doll.

In order of how often I visit them:

Cracked.com = the best of digg right here. You WILL learn something, my favorite site all day.

Fmylife.com= really popular. Read what whiny people have to say about their poorly handled misforutunes

the-editing-room.com= the most honest review of hundreds of popular movies witha a satirical twist

Bucketheadland.com = you will only understand if you visit.

Congradulation

To me: you started a blog, so, congradulations.