whuzzup with john episode 1

episode one of the new series, "whuzzup with john" in this episode john meets a rather strange fellow by the name of "long island mike" lets take a look...

T. Hanks

july 9th is tom hanks birthday. dont forget.

tom hanks is so awesome. he has been to space, fought the nazis, saved matt damon, coached womens baseball, fought a volcano, solved the davinchi code, fought crime with a dog, made friends with a volleyball, won the heart of meg ryan many times over, walked the road to perdition with a fat ass machine gun, lived in red bluff, fucked a mermaid, made three guest apperances on family ties, had a snake in his boots, managed a few one hit wonders in the playtone galaxy, drank dr peppers at the white house, ruined a black panther party, collects typewriters, died of aids, solved a sur'burb'an mystery, used magic to become BIG, recieved the navys highest civilian honor : the "distinguished public service award", was chosen by entertainment weekly as the ONLY actor worth $20 million bucks a movie, went to highschool in OAKLAND, had a movie made based on his oscar speech, has an asteroid named after him : "12818 tomhanks", According to Patrick Stewart he is a huge Trekkie and the first time the two met, Star Trek was the only thing he wanted to talk about. Hanks was actually the original choice to play Zefram Cochrane in Star Trek: First Contact and desperately wanted to play the role, but had to back out because of That Thing You Do!, IS A FOURTH COUSIN OF ABE LINCOLN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, AND HE HAS BEEN GOOD FRIENDS WITH THE FUCKING BOSS BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SINCE HE WAS A FUCKING KID,

give thanks for hanks!

this dude PARTIES

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erowid = hilarious

does anyone ever go to the erowid experience vaults. because there is seriously some of the funniest shit i have ever read in my life. several movies and books could be written from just one of the thousands of stories contained within. a hilarious one i just read.

"The Preparation

I still have 6 blue Xanax tablets purchased from a friend of mine who has a prescription and a 12 pack of beer in the refrigerator. Tonight I have planned to get very inebriated. I like the buzz you get with Xanax and alcohol.

I'm an experienced user of Xanax and I am very familiar with its effects and I'm even familiar with it's effects mixed with alcohol. I get an amplified feeling of well being, relaxation, happiness. One thing I was not prepared for this night was the fact that, if overdone, you can receive undesired effects.

T+ 0.00 min

I take a 1 mg blue xanx and take a swig out of the first beer. I am just watching TV at this point and I continue to drink my beer and flip through the channels. I know that I am watching TV for now but later on will probably not be interested in TV because I will be in a different state of mind.

T+ 20.0 min

I decided to put in a new video game I have purchased and play it. I enjoy things while on Xanax more I think because it calms me down and allows me to really soak everything in instead of letting my mind wander. I can definitely feel the first Xanax kicking in now because I have begun consumption on an empty stomach.

T+ 45.00 min

My first beer is gone, I have had only one beer yet I feel as if I have had 2 or 3 really. I decide I want to take this even further as it was a long day at work and I have been looking forward to this moment. I get another beer and another 1 mg pill and I dose again. This is where things go pretty wierd.

I'm going to try my best to remember as much as I can but this stuff can really mess with my memory and I can only remember bits and pieces after taking the second blue xanax and finishing my second beer. What I do remember is this.

T+ 60.0 min

I am simply just feeling the vibes of this stuff, I feel like the xanax and alcohol have taken over and it's all I can feel. I feel overwhelming joy and relaxation. I feel as if I am in a trance, locked on to the TV which I thought I would lose interest in but damn xanax can put you in a trance. I decide to get up and walk around. I fix many different things to eat, a frozen dinner, toast, spaghetti. I had the munchies from hell but it was only because I hadn't eaten almost all day, not because I was smoking weed, the only weed I had smoked all day was early in the morning about 16 hours prior to the ingestion of xanax so I don't really think that has any relevance in this report. Something really scary about this part of the experience is that I took another Xanax but I myself do not remember taking it, I only know I took it because of how many I had the next day. The very last thing I remember is feeling zombie like and fixing a bowl of honey combs.

The next morning

I wake up feeling slightly groggy but I don't feel terrible. As I walk out of my bedroom my mom asks me how I'm feeling. I tell her I'm just a little hung over because I drank too much last night and this is where is just gets wierd. My mom says she woke up at 4 a.m. to use the bathroom and she saw me sitting on the couch with a bowl in my lap, cereal and milk all over my clothes, the floor, the couch. She said my head was slumped forward, drool and milk pouring from my mouth. She told me she got very scared and shouted my name loudly but got no response. She said she repeatedly called my name but I made no response as if I were dead.

She told me that she even tried shaking me and nothing happened so then she just hauled off and smacked the hell out of my face. She says I woke up, just snapped out of it and asked her why she was so freaked out. She told me to go to bed angrily. Let me state right now, I do not remember ANY of this. I don't remember waking up from the coma I guess you could call it, I don't remember her shouting my name and I don't remember getting up and going off to bed. That's not cool.

I want to add that I ate lots of food throughout this because I felt like it would help keep me straight. Call me paranoid but I think I could have died that night, gone into a permanent coma and stopped breathing or who knows. I am glad I am alive and I have full motor functions. I am completely fine. I have learned my lesson about mixing alcohol and xanax uncarefully, it is dangerous."

http://www.erowid.org/experiences/

Hanoi: Day one

Here is the first post from Hanoi. Im going to post the first few here, and also at this other adventure blog, which i expect everyone to check, and link to. Thank you.

That link is www.robbiereaves.blogspot.com

Survived the flight. It really wasnt so bad, because i ate a bunch of linas pot muffins yesterday. Because of this i was ready to pass the fuck out before setting foot on the plane. Scored a window seat, was set to pass out when a dinner cart started coming around at like 2:00 AM. I have vague memorys of eating some kind of pasta dish while occasionally glancing at this human being of a troll doll sitting next to me. She wasn't really a troll, but she was so awkward that she made me totally uncomfortable. Glasses and this dumb little fishnet hat on her head that some terrible aunt would slap on you. I feel bad for talking shit, but she was just shifting around and sending me awkward waves. Anyways i spent most of the night alseep, occasionally waking to glimpses of 27 dresses and some kind of bill gates documentary.

cigmobile

Woke up about 1:30 PM PST somewhere over japan. The stewardesses fed me another terrible meal. Later a cart full of cartons of cigarettes came around. At this point i have been holding in a lot of farts from the meals and they keep coming and i cant bear to let them out. I dont know why. I just cant do it. Im at this point getting a headache from not being able unleash all these farts on the trollie, and i want to so bad.


Where kings smoke

About 4:15 PST i arrive in Taipei, which is in taiwan i think. I dont really know i was just in the airport. I wandered around and discovered a futuristic invention called a smoking lounge. It seems to have come straight from outerspace/ da club, and exists to allow people to smoke in a helllllaa chill setting. I met a nigerian man named Moka, who is working as a chemist in Chicago, and travelling to the phillipines. Oh the connections you make through smoking. We talked about dunhills and travelling for a while and then i hit the dusty trail.



I arrived in Hanoi a few hours ago. The first thing that hit me was the heat. Like sepping into a room that someone just showered into. Zero other westerners around. Dust is convering everything, this literally is the dusty trail. I thought this was supposed to be one of the bigger citys? Whatever.







Some Australians were supposed to pick me up and take me to the hostle. But i couldnt find them among the mass of signs and people waiving things at me. Took some random cab and had the guy drop me off in the center of the city, because i am a fucking idiot and didnt write down the address of the place im staying. So ive been wandering around for a few hours, smoking Dunhills, i thought i might try my hand at the smoke free life, but seeing as how fucking insane this place is, and cigarettes only cost about $14 a carton, i dont see any end in sight for my nicotine haze. Oh also i knew there were a lot of scooters around this place. but what the fuck. i was not prepped for what ive been witnessing. This is scooter city and im about to hop aboard.



-Robbie out.


PS. Here is a guy in the internet cafe with me probably kicking grant and johns ass at world of warcraft. Sorry, just business dogs.


business dog busses are big business in vietnam.

evening of sweet dreams

Environmental mischief at fecal face.com - Ryan McLennan interview.


Upon the beach where hound dogs bay


Random Wikipedia Article of the day:

Queue area

"Queue areas are places in which people in line (first-come, first-served) wait for goods or services."

"Since queuing can be a boring and time-consuming activity, but one that may also have high stakes (e.g. attempting to purchase a good or product with a limited availability, such as a concert ticket), people can become angry when the unwritten rules of queuing are broken.

For example, in Britain it is unacceptable to queue-jump (to push in, skip, or cut in line), although it's sometimes acceptable for one member of a party, waiting in the queue, to allow a second member of the party to join the first halfway through the queuing process, without the second member having to join the back of the queue.

In the United States, the above example from Britain (second member of a party) would also generally be accepted. It is acceptable for waiting persons to leave the queue briefly (to use the bathroom, etc.) and return to their original place, without having to ask neighbours to hold their place or to be allowed to return (however, many individuals would still tell their neighbors in the queue). It is also common to allow others to jump to the front of the queue in a train station to buy a ticket if their train is about to leave and if waiting from the back of the queue would cause them to miss their train."

Cutting (in line)

"Cutting in line, also known as line/queue jumping, butting, budging, skipping, ditching, breaking, or pushing in (UK) is the act of entering a line or queue at any position other than the end.

NEGATIVE RESPONSE
A negative response from the rear of the line is expected when someone has cut in line up ahead. According to one study, a person cutting in line has a 54% chance that others in the line will object. With two people cutting in line, there is a 91.3% chance that someone will object. The proportion of people objecting from behind the cutter is 73.3%, with the person directly behind the point of intrusion objecting most frequently.

COVERT CUTTING
In lieu of following the procedure mentioned above, some will cut in line by joining up with family members or friends already standing in line. This action is usually more acceptable, but can still be considered "cutting". Many times, this action is purely out of convenience, when one member of the group "saves a place" for the other members, especially when the wait is lengthy. However, this is not always the case. It is more acceptable when the two people are simply together to conduct one transaction, however if both people plan to conduct one transaction each, it is particularly disrespectful (especially in queues with slow cycle times due to high individual transaction times).

In busy areas where time is of the essence, such as in airports, one can sometimes observe queue drift, where an impatient person treats the line as though it were a slow-moving race, using every movement of the line to cut in front of others in an effort to achieve the pole position. This is enabled by a funnel effect, where there is a large number of people trying to enter the same narrow entrance at the same time and where no formal queue is in place. Queue drifters are usually less obvious than more overt line cutters; while they are annoying to those who notice them, they usually manage to avoid detection.

I think movie reviews might be getting more generic

This graph I made says it all.

indian mextravaganza!

natives are pretty sick.













too bad i'm probably mexican.













fuck that, have you seen silverhawk?













that's not silverhawk.

i like this. a lot. enough to put on my myspace.













i got shit to do.

wuzzup

old sketchbook

John this is for you