Thursday, October 16, 2008

Loch Baikal Monster

Okay Lake Baikal is huge. It's in Russia, and it's more than a mile deep. And I found the monster.






I found it! Right there! This is Revolutionary! Andy must write this monster's story, and we will change the world with it.

Here's the URL to the original picture:

http://www.sbras.nsc.ru/consult/baikal.htm

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I Ran A Great Race

Cuz I got like 6 minutes. Yeah that's right. World record.

And top ten looks sweet. Glad Justin got on.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Paint

The gooey bright paste splatters against the canvas, hurled in a burning anger. Odd shapes form on the stark white surface, but the rage is not satisfied. The rage burns down the paintbrush as it slashes bold streaks across a new canvas, slapping down ropes of scarlet and jade and sapphire. A flop of yellow sunshine falls into a hole. Blocky squares of cheeky orange blob into the upper right corner. Deep black is thrust into the mix. All the colors burn with the fiery rage that rips the threads of the room apart, tears the air, shreds the mind.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Flowing on the Ladder

Waves crash against the sandy shore, pummeling the surface with their stunning weight. A gray morning descends upon the deserted beach, and the waves are the only sound throughout the foggy air. They continue to slam against the soaked sand, never interrupting their rhythm, never faltering or slowing. Nobody is watching, nobody is listening, yet the waves never fail. The water is fueled by a ceaseless energy, a will to live, a will to go on, a will to fall against the shore without ever hesitating.

The water is full of an unmatched refreshing glory. The water is a gliding torrent of fresh heaven, tainted only by the salt and by the frothy goodness that puts a crest on the waves. Later in the day, the water will glimmer and dance in the sunshine, and the ocean will be an invigorating haven from the burning heat. People will flock to the refuge of the splashing ocean and bask in the glowing sunlight. But the waves will still crash against the shore; never pausing, never slowing, never ceasing to be the waves.

The song "Kite" by U2 fits this scene well.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Most Important Demographic in the Upcoming Election

Employees of the Riggins, ID Washington Mutual Who Have a Crush on That Girl Amy Who Works At the Wendy's Nearby

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

19:14

My splits: 5:52. 12:10. 19:14