nurglets's journal: Photostreaming some more
Latest batch of shots I've taken. Brief description included.
nurglets's journal: more photo arts
took a trip back to the clay pit in better weather than last time, hiked along to an abandoned farm, then climbed a big cone/pyramid shaped waste mound, found a hidden lake. a good day out was had.
Erica Jean was born last night at 8:18pm
SoloRobotCry's journal: meepting Your meep Out: The Woes of the Modern Workplace
Sam had only been at his desk for thirty minutes that day when he began to feel that uncomfortable thunder in his bowel. His eyes focused a good ten feet beyond his monitor as he quickly evaluated the commotion from within. "I'll be alright," he thought. "I'll just throw out the rest of my coffee and grab some water instead." He slowly stood up from his chair, his head rising over the cubicle wall like a brown, hairy sunrise. Phones rang, people murmured, paper shuffled, and so did Sam. He shuffled almost the entire distance across the office floor to the water cooler. Almost. Six feet shy and a shot rang out that only Sam heard, but it was enough to make his eyes widen and mouth turn dry. There were several twists and turns between Sam and the bathroom, but in that moment the world warped and contorted clearing a straight path just for him. Before he knew it he was in the men's restroom facing a stall door. He creaked it open with his fingertips and, in a swift motion that defied the common understanding of space and time, closed the door while lowering his pants. His pasty cheeks docked firmly with the seat, and with a quick clearing of his throat he was ready for launch.
nurglets's journal: more photo arts
As the title suggests, this is more of my arts. Personally I'm feeling more confident in what I'm outputting, which is somewhat odd as equipment wise I started (digitaly) with an entry level dslr, was ok, bought a professional grade dslr for a couple of grand, got a bit better, sold it and went backwards to an even older entry level dslr than the first one, got better, and now I'm using what is essentially a glorified point and shoot but feel like the stuff I've done is what I'm most comfortable with. The gear does not make the man it appears.
spankerchief's journal: The Muse
Today is the first day of 2012 and despite whatever the idiots who take the Mayans seriously say, it's going to be an okay year. (Seriously folks, things'll work out.)
spankerchief's journal: Burglerized
Went on a quick trip to Beverly Hills for some Cheesecake Factory dining and some good old-fashioned gawking at the posh stores on Santa Monica Blvd.
Today I was hauling meep doing rush jobs for a BOP inspection at work.
bobacus's journal: Old school cold remedy/experiments in cough medicine.
Hi , sick as meep here, which rarely happens with me, and when it does, mama makes me this concoction of chopped whole lemons boiled in sugar, honey and filtered water. It is bittersweet heaven. I finished that earlier, and she will wake in an hour and insist I have another batch.
spankerchief's journal: Fire Sword
Fine. I'll make a fire sword.
spankerchief's journal: Making FIRE (AKA: Boring-meep pipe burner tuning)
This is the guts of my propane pipe burner that's going into the Buffalo.
BeachGoat's journal: Where Are Your Eyebrows?
I don't know where my fascination with fire explosions came from. Very early in my memory, I can still vividly picture Christmas after the presents were all unwrapped, and we lay on the floor with our loot, bloated with fine foods. The brightly colored foils, bows, and papers piled high around us, we hoarded our toys in front of us, making sure that we could absorb every detail, every pleasure we could from the longed for trinkets at last in our grasp. My Dad would start to gather up all the wrapping paper, and, after pulling the fireplace screen open and spreading out the embers flat, would start to feed the debris into the front. The papers would flare with terrifying intensity, the odd metallic dyes and inks making the flames blue green. Hissing, pulsing clouds of colored smoke plumed out of wrinkles and folds, until, with a pop and a flash, the smoke itself would ignite and the flames rush back into the labyrinth of crumpled papers, illuminating them like an xray. As the last was tossed in, the blackened leaves of ash would glow red on the edges as they slowly lost weight and drifted up the chimney like escaping Yuletide fairies. Maybe the combination of Family Holiday Gratification and the wonder of the unusual (colored flames, so much reduced so quickly to nothing, and of coarse, the sudden heat during the dead of icy winter) imbedded itself. I just knew that fire, although usually utilitarian for heat and camping, could be modified into something else, something magical, if the conditions were right.
nurglets's journal: holiday snapart
took a week off work to go on a fishing trip, took my camera with me. A few shots are from when we hopped a ferry over to France for a day trip.
Pepper's journal: Mentally Ill Mommy
I spewed this shizz....guess I needed to.
Wotak's journal: My Official Resignation
So. Here we have it. The end of the line.
Wotak's journal: My New Bumper Sticker
People who hate will hate regardless of your feelings.
spankerchief's journal: Coworker's Funeral
So it's my first day back from vacation and turns out one of my co-workers died from a blood clot.
spankerchief's journal: Fuh-Q PG&E.
Got this in the mail today:
Heather's journal: Texas Swarmer Meet Up
Gauging interest - who'd like to get together? Propose dates and places.
spankerchief's journal: Linkswarm West Coast Get-Together Pics
Montana De Oro camping pics from all the lucky f#ckers that attended.
bobacus's journal: The 4 to 8.
Been 20 odd years now that my central nervous system still wakes me up to either mess crank or stand the 0345-0630ish watch topside on the Boatswain's Mate of the Watch roster, running the topside lookout rotation.
DookaDooka's journal: So.. (Drama Ahead)
I love dogs, most everyone loves dogs. Now. what I don't get is how some people treat these animals in horrible ways and see nothing wrong with it. Needless to say, I've seen some pretty sick meep, but I got wind of one fellow who is probably the most sick, disgusting individual I have ever seen and the trail starts at a nice little taboo corner of the internet called gaybeast, which is basically a youtube where the tube means a dog's or a horse's or a pig's or a goat's meep. While most of the stuff seems to be harmless, there was one in particular who I found alittle unsettling.
LOki's journal: Sips in the Garage
Kahuna,
DookaDooka's journal: A car: Is it an investment, or not?
Because me an my dad are arguing about it. I keep saying that if you have a good, reliable car, you save $2500 every 5 years. He is saying it's not an investment because you're not getting money back on it.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: Psychology 101- a swarmers insight?
I've been wanting the join the navy now for about a year and a half, i started to lose the weight i needed to be rid of until the woman i so foolishly let control me because i loved her, told me to stop if i wanted to marry her.
what do?
bobacus's journal: Harley Geezer and Rice meep.
Let me get the crotch rocket section of this piece out of the way. Dudes on rice rockets, I know they hate me for being old and gray and fat. Their looks of disgust amuse me as they watch me cut off my motor and ride up onto the sidewalk, pedaling, hit the crossing signal,and ride the crosswalk only to fire up and blast off at 35 mph.
spankerchief's journal: Princess
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: Challenge: Video Game Porn
I was recently asked to draw some video game porn, using silent hill characters, easy, resident evil characters, also easy, and halo characters, not as easy.
nurglets's journal: My new work/art
I made some art, please enjoy and have happy fun time. I've tried a slightly different approach to my previous work, trying to mimic what some would call a hipster aesthetic by use of composition, colour and subject.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: I haven't been properly insulted in a while, i think i need a fix.
What to talk about... I think first on my list is that I'm ecstatic to be back in the security of linkswarms freak nasty arms.
Steel's journal: Steel Jr's latest comix!
Well folks... I know I've been away for a bit, but I thought I would shoot back and fulfill your appetite for the latest of my boys comics....
So you who pay attention to me know that I bought me a sweet little 48 cc gasbike kit.
dameep's journal: Almost 30 and feeling it..
Today I realized I'm almost 30. I also realized I'm overweight, out of shape and picked up some really nasty habits in the past 10 years. I moved out when I was 18 and haven't really changed since. Smoking, eating bad, watching TV, playing MMO's and multi-player FPS's..
BeachGoat's journal: Where Are Your Eyebrows?
I don't know where my fascination with fire explosions came from. Very early in my memory, I can still vividly picture Christmas after the presents were all unwrapped, and we lay on the floor with our loot, bloated with fine foods. The brightly colored foils, bows, and papers piled high around us, we hoarded our toys in front of us, making sure that we could absorb every detail, every pleasure we could from the longed for trinkets at last in our grasp. My Dad would start to gather up all the wrapping paper, and, after pulling the fireplace screen open and spreading out the embers flat, would start to feed the debris into the front. The papers would flare with terrifying intensity, the odd metallic dyes and inks making the flames blue green. Hissing, pulsing clouds of colored smoke plumed out of wrinkles and folds, until, with a pop and a flash, the smoke itself would ignite and the flames rush back into the labyrinth of crumpled papers, illuminating them like an xray. As the last was tossed in, the blackened leaves of ash would glow red on the edges as they slowly lost weight and drifted up the chimney like escaping Yuletide fairies. Maybe the combination of Family Holiday Gratification and the wonder of the unusual (colored flames, so much reduced so quickly to nothing, and of coarse, the sudden heat during the dead of icy winter) imbedded itself. I just knew that fire, although usually utilitarian for heat and camping, could be modified into something else, something magical, if the conditions were right.
BeachGoat's journal: ...And Then She Said Goodbye
The knock came on the door. Opening up, she saw an old friend, grinning ear to ear, holding up his keys. Brand new Trans Am! Her love of fast cars sparked a thrill in her heart as she accepted a ride. Leaving the kids in bed and kissing her husband goodbye, she followed into the night, promising to return in a little while...
Outside, the rain falls. A few weeks ago, we laughed as we watched our Granddaughter splashing about in spring rain, trying to catch drops on her tongue, our hearts were lifted and alive. Today the storm seems dark and ominous, each twinkling bead filled with hidden dangers...radiation, mudslides, floods, the whispers of war. The wind seems to roar with the anguished voices of ten thousand lost tsunami victims, the street flows with the tears of a half million left homeless from the earthquake, the thunder seem to be an echo of explosions in far away countries as we drift into wars we can not stop.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: Trying this new thing called helping people
So, I'm working on a project for random acts called hope to haiti. Misha Collins, and Matt Cohen, along with the random acts team are taking forty people to Haiti to build a community center and fishing pond, to feed, educate, and house homeless and orphaned children in Jacmel Haiti. The forty people they take however, need to raise 5,000 dollars, so anyone who is willing please, please, go to crowdrise.com/ajphelps
spankerchief's journal: Project: Barbecue Trailer
__As you might have heard, I might have some ill-gotten gains coming thanks to some coworkers that feel like our lunch breaks weren't the best they could be.
Below is an e-mail I received today. It remind me of ARZON and the time he meeped around with that Nigerian E-Mail Scammer. I haven't decided how I will handle this, But when I do I will let you all know.
spankerchief's journal: Pork Egg Rolls
This is the recipe I commandeered from the ex about 20 years ago.
spankerchief's journal: Egg Sammich
:LOW HEAT:
mundhra's journal: thank god for class-action lawsuits
what would we ever do without them?
spankerchief's journal: Katana Rebuild
Nerd weapon!!
StartRecordingNow's journal: Date Night
We go out to a bar for a date night. It's a bar we've never been to. Maybe its far away from home. Maybe we're in another city - you wear a skirt, no underwear. We have a plan.
meepNinja's journal: a mother in AR.........15
I decided to build a black rifle before B-Rock "SuperAllah" Islamic Obama and the LIEberals ban all guns and force us to work in the salt factories for healthcare. Below are some pictures of the partly assembled product. I'm waiting on my Magpul grip (stock grips suck a meep) and buffer tube to come in next week, so it's not done yet.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: mental mindmeeps and homeless kids
I feel the need to vomit some of the meep thats been going on in my life, things that have been weighing me down and driving me to foolish thoughts and actions.
anothermonkeyenslaved's journal: stupidity of meep parents
for the last couple of months i've been watching my roomates kid for rent, and i swear, these are the people who should have been executed at meeping birth, every day i wake up with the kid, (he's two,) they are home every god meep morning, and can't wake up with their own kid, i feed him, change him, bathe him, i meeping raise this meep kid, and they have the nerve to say i don't do a good job, the mother has had four kids before and they were all taken away, she is pregnant with this meeps' kid, this man thinks a two year old needs to learn how to wrestle, and escape a choke hold, he throws the kid around, he's an all around idiot and the mom just ignores it, they are both on the meep computer all day, the dude plays wow so much he bought the keyboard and lets the kid run around eating cotton, now, i'm no expert on childcare, i will admit, but i know better than to give a two year old koolaid and oreos for lunch, cheezpuffs for dinner or breakfast, and let him run around in only a diaper screaming and shoving meep in his mouth, then they let some fat meep with her morbidly obese 8 month old son move in and sleep on their couch, this woman doesn't watch her kid either, i had to save the kid from choking on a piece of cereal not two days after she moves in, she spends all night groping her new bf on the couch, this meep is ridiculous
spankerchief's journal: What's a good phone for Verizon?
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