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What can I say, Omaha Nebraska is an amazing experience. My personal tour guide has been leading me around this growing metropolis for just over one day now and I am 100% satisfied. Here is a short rundown of Wednesday’s highlights.

* Partied with a Hells Angel
* Ate some pizza at Big Fred’s (home of the Goodie Roonie)
* Met a man they like to call Smokey, slept on his lovesac
* Only slept 2 hours in 2 days (I am well rested now)
* Got one hell of a back massage
* Checked out the old market and the “shop of interest”
* Met Babi (i don’t have special characters here)
* Met some people who own an entire city block of houses
* Bought a Marina and named it “Rick’s”

I guess that is the gist of things, there are a lot more details and stories that I simply don’t have time to discuss at the moment. I hope to bring back some cool photos and maybe get a round of golf in today.

My best wishes

Gurt T Luhrman
Omaha Correspondent

I ran across Don Marco’s website, he is an artist who uses crayons as his tool of choice for creating what appear to be some amazing pictures. I was fascinated with the artists interest in Tom Sellek and Burt Reynolds. I guess if you are going to draw something with crayons, what better than Tom or Burt.

I love the B&W headshot of Burty on his IMDB page, eloquent.

What was that old Crayola Crayon jingle from the commercials a few years back. “Crayola, Crayola Rocks” An internet search for the jingle turned up everythng but. Myspace, the place for nothing.

After concluding my routine closing duties at my former job, I punched out and headed home to change. A friend had called and threw out the idea of getting a few beers in celebration of my new found freedom, I entertained the thought. I picked him up and we went downtown to a local pub. I was surprised by how busy it was for Monday at midnight. We grabbed a few pints and headed for the pool tables.

I was looking at my shot options when the two men standing behind me chimed in. The one kid (he couldn’t have been more than 21) seemed to be a bit cocky and was telling me what I had to do. I thought nothing of it and was saved by a few girls walking by that distracted him. I took my shot and continued the game. A few minutes later I was up again and in order for me to take my shot it required that the guys move. I was very polite and asked them to move, they did without a fuss. I took my shot and everything was fine until this punk ass kid stepped back (he was pretty wasted) and bumped into me. He then had the balls to tell me to “knock it the fuck off”. His buddy looked me in the eyes and immediately started apologizing for his friend. It was in that split instant that I thought, “is this punk ass little kid going to try to fight with me?” By nature I’m a lover and not a fighter, so the absolute last thing I will do during a confrontation is aggravate the situation to the level of physical violence. It was during that brief moment that I ran a few scenarios through my head in which this kid started violently attacking me. It was at that exact moment when I thought, “Am I going to have to stab this kid tonight”.

Like I said, I will only resort to violence as a last possible resort, one of defense. I will not stand there and let someone pummel me with punches, but I will also never be the guy to throw the first punch. I have never been in any type of physical fight in my life, and I sure hope to keep it that way.

the two kids left and nothing happened. I’m glad of that.

A joyous Monday night for me, that is for sure. I just quit my “other” gig and today was my last day. Now I can dedicate more of my time to this blog and to working with Mr Bagaki and building bagaki into the dynasty he always dreamed of.

I leave this message as a tribute:

“Fick Ut”

I have a really nice resume is anyone knows of anyone in need of a tech savvy marketer and graphical designer. It can be furnished upon request (for now).

I am just too tired this morning to provide you with a long, thought-out post for your shinny happy monday morning. More Bob Barker pleasures. I bet he is one depressed old man. The poor soul never dreamed he would be relegated to The Price Is Right until the day he dies (on stage). I pity the fool.

Related quote: “Barker Fucker” - go go carpzilla

At the very least today’s “In the past” article is good. I personally liked the movie Back To The Future, but didn’t we all.

Have you ever needed to sneak around on the Internet? Well even if you don’t think you need to you should. Why should you allow hundreds of companies and the government track you and what information you access. Lets go back to the days where you could do thinks an nobody would know about it, lets anonymize the web. This site lists a plethora of proxy servers and other anonymizers to disguise your ip address allowing you to browse the web anonymously. This is the way it should be.

Wouldn’t it be cool to produce your very own vinyl records? Imagine walking around with a portable record player with some headphones on the bus or train, now would be pretty sweet. The kind people over at Custom Records will gladly turn any audio file into your record of choice. It does come at a price though, one leg and with future access to an arm and one eyeball.

Children never have to worry about the boogyman ever again with their Armor of God PJs. These protective vestures are sure to fend off evil spirits, boogymen, and ET lurking in your closet. If you have the shield of faith, you are safe. I would like to comment on the website and make note of the smoke rising from behind the logo and shield on the top of the page. Or is that steam from the waters of heaven pouring onto hell. You be the judge.

What would Sunday be without hotdogs, DNA mutating hotdogs. A recent study has shown that the “stuff” in hotdgos could cause mutations.

Everyone knows hot dogs aren’t exactly healthy for you, but in a new study chemists find they may contain DNA-mutating compounds that might boost one’s risk for cancer.

Scientists note there is an up to 240-fold variation in levels of these chemicals across different brands.

Extracts from hot dogs bought from the supermarket, when mixed with nitrites, resulted in what appeared to be these DNA-mutating compounds. When added to Salmonella bacteria, hot dog extracts treated with nitrites doubled to quadrupled their normal DNA mutation levels. Triggering DNA mutations in the gut might boost the risk for colon cancer, the researchers explained.

If it makes you feel any better, Ball Park Franks leave 21 dead with gross steam drippings. The FDA has stepped in to solve all of our problems by approving a bacteria as a food additive to be sprayed onto hotdogs to, get this, eat other bad things from the hotdogs.

A mix of bacteria-killing viruses can be safely sprayed on cold cuts, hot dogs and sausages to combat common microbes that kill hundreds of people a year, federal health officials said Friday in granting the first-ever approval of viruses as a food additive.

Anti-Piracy video from the past. I actually remember a kid back in middle school who got in trouble for selling copies of computer games that he copied on his computer at home. I wonder what ever happened to him? I also remember a ring of kids who were in a bit of hot water for making “pen shooters” using hollowed bic pens and balloons. Darn kids.

Note: the pen shooter I linked to is a similar concept to those being made in middle school, but slightly different. Here is link to the classic “click pen shooter“

Besides the proverbial bomb scare and security hassles, airports have a lot to offer. They are congested, the vendors gouge the shit out of travelers, and there are a plethora of tired, agitated, and completely pissed off people running around looking for lost bags. You also see wonderful things like families being reunited, lovers coming together after time apart, and elderly people in wheelchairs hooked to oxygen tanks.

One of the real perks of an airport are the beautiful women hustling and bustling to catch flights or return home. I met (if you could call it that) a few pretty girls today from DC who were heading back home. How exciting, the experience reminded me that I am young and excited and passionate and driven and isn’t life grand. Too bad they called security on me for skulking around the baggage carousel to stare at them.

If you are looking for tips on dating pretty Russian women, this will answer all of your questions.

Shot using light painting technique in freaky basement. Photo (C) RJG 2005

Why would a man walk when he can fly?
Why would a man constrict his thoughts when there are no boundaries?
Why would a man doubt himself when there is no reason for doubt?
Why would a man play by the rules when there are none?
Why would a man loose hope when hope is on his side?
Why would a man worry when all he has to do is believe?

The idea of flash mobs seems really cool to me. I would have loved to be in that Home Depot when suddenly 200 shoppers started moving in slo-motion. What a cool concept.

I really wanted to use the word Fortitude in the title (Alliteration) but it just didn’t seem to fit, so here it is now, FORTITUDE.

Our sad story begins with the invention of a product… so useful… so handy… so convenient that everyone needs to carry one of them in their pocket. No, I’m not talking about the Ron “Ronco” Popeil Pocket Fisherman, I’m talking about the Swiss Army Knife. When have you been in the middle of the store and needed a pair of scissors or a file. What about that handy saw, great for cutting through just about anything. An of course the tweezers and toothpick. Two of the most commonly lost accessories to the knife. These lost tools are the pride of the Swiss Army tradition. Without them no true knife would be complete.

With telemarketer’s current limitations on calling cellular phone numbers, they have all but seemed to vanish from our daily lives. Be very aware that those times are changing rapidly. With mobile plans becomming ever more pervasive and per minute charges rapidly vanishing, it is only a short matter of time before they start bothering you at “the game” or when you are out for dinner with your significant other. What can we do? Well, we could go crazy or we can turn the tables on them. (PDF Available Here) A grass roots campaign could lead to the inniffectiveness of telemarketing and radically change it forever. That could be a wonderful and scarry thing at the same time. (Imagine getting text messages and video marketing messages targeted directly at you all the time, its coming.)

Express yourself today by painting in the stylings of Jackson Pollock. A handy and fun way to waste 10 minutes on your friday afternoon at work. Your boss can thank me later.

Someone recently asked me what my number one fear in life is. I think that besides having my eyes gouged out by a spoon I would have to say severe chaffing. What is worse than having your skin rub against clothes or heaven forbid other skin until it is raw? I personally can’t think of anything myself. Sure the eyeball spoon trick is nasty, but then again so are a lot of things. I am just glad that in the event of a chafe there are over-the-counter solutions for the common folk. One such answer is Gold Bond Medicated Powder. The next time you are out in the rain and your clothes are soaked, fear not of that nasty chafe. Remember Gold Bond Medicated Power and sprinkle your worries away. A few shakes of this white goddess and your red, irritated skin is soothed by milk soft medicated relief. Don’t take my word for it, the proof is in the powder:

“Thank you Gold Bond, you have saved my skin and my marriage.”

“Thanks Gold Bond, now I can sleep without the worry of bed chafe”

“Why am I thanking a powder? Because you are paying me!? Who are you people”

“It tastes as good as it smells, and it works even better when applied to the skin”

“My wetness problems are solved, Thanks Gold Bond”