2008 New Year's Resolutions ::: >>>

well, well, welL ... netizens on the world ... whaddup? ::: >>>

so, 2008 is rapidly approaching ... & what have you done? this is what John Lennon would ask us all in soMe depressing androgynous Christmastime anthem, right? ::: but, it is a valid question, no? ::: i think so ::: >>>



well, i think i did as little as possible on 2007 ::: let's call it 'personal efficiency' ... aight? ::: i mean, the officeplace is very pleased w/ the work i do ... when i do it ;] ... so, don't get me wrong Mr. Silverstein ... i aims to please ::: >>>

So what's your secret?

but, for the most part, ladies & gentlemen, i performed on the bare minimum ... my gig is not one of the lower rung at that, i have to admit ... but what is strange is that, in retrospect, very little is expected of me ::: >>>

sure, sure ... you know the deal ... i spend soMe of my tiMe iN the serverroom enjoying the subarctic temperatures, adjusting this or that ... tweaking server variable archive files to help futz the numbers appropriately ... this keeps the venture capitalists dansing right along to the AiiO beat, no? ::: the old softshoe ... w/ software & technologies tip tip tappin' away on a landmine ... ah, that's the ticket, Joe ::: >>>

but, this is besides the point ::: >>>

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my good friend Jim Schipelliti once said to me ... 'SiNuS, you've got to lose yourself in the music' ... & i said, 'Jim, this sounds like a vaguely familiar concept, no? i mean, i think i've heard this expressions before ... is it a colloquial phraseology?' & 'Skip' says, 'no, no SiNuS ... it is from a popular hip hop song ... fairly recent too ... have you heard of Eminem?' ... & i say, 'ah, yes, of course ... he's such a good Dad ... only on America, no?' ::: we both shook off a bit, tucked & zipped, flushed our prospective urinals & continued the conversation at the handsink ::: that's what friends are for, no? ::: >>>

:::::::::::: & so, my good friends ::: so ::: >>>

i think i know what i am going to do about this year ... as last year was a total blast to nithersville, you know? i mean, somewhere, somehow ... all the archived unpublished songworks of John Lennon are sitting in a chill rooM, imbued w/ the spirit of the bespectacled Beatle, disappointed in what i have done w/ 2007 ... sure, it is true, i had a moment or 2 on the open mike circuit ... discussions of 'Pink Tacos' come to mind, out at The Milky Way Lounge and Lanes ... & there was an informative session, a new installment of my seminar series about using Web 2.0 technologies to make extra cash up at The 119 Gallery in Lowell ... but besides these things, not much going on w/ SiNuS & general contributions to the world & society ::: >>>

so for this year ... i have decided to focus more on friendship ::: it is true ::: & having fun ::: fun w/ friends let's call it, no? ::: there's not alot we can do about a big evil administration [ or perhaps there is? let me know what you can do ... ] hell-bent on taking over the world ... there is little we can do about writer's strike on Hollywood & Vine ::: but, perhaps, if we are all more generous w/ our smaller circles in the big pond, if we connect w/ individuals, one-on-one ... or perhaps its a three-way, i'm not sure? perhaps then all the smaller ripples that spread out in their little visual sonarlike waves connect w/ more & more smaller ripples ... & we can destroy the establishment ;] ::: >>>

clean ball of health ::: >>>

well, well, well ... long time, no bloggy blog, my friends, no? ::: >>>

what is it you are up to? ::: the holidays are a day or 2 away ::: the pressure is on ::: the jigg is up, yes? ::: & i aM contacting you dear netizens of cyberspace & tiMe to report oN a new service i recently took advantage of that is truly wonderfuL ::: >>>

you may know, you may recall, perhaps ... that lately i admit to teeth whitening addictioNs supreme ::: whitestrips 2 to 3 tiMes per day to the tune of occasional tooth & skulL pain ... brushing of the teeth w/ special whitening agents & flouridized pastes purchased on various stores ... flossing w/ hydrogen peroxide soaked strings of my own special device, invention & making ::: these are the habits, you may say, of a madman bent on whitening his own toothy smilages ::: >>>

well, here is the latest report ::: while trying to self-help my lifestyle into the new millenium & vistas ... while attempting to bring my own bad self up & closer to the design patterns of the metrosexual & stylish ... while brandishing greensleeves for diane & tracy-stacy ... i bumped across a Craigslisting to remove unwanted hairs from anywhere ... & when i say anywhere, i don't just mean Billerica ::: >>>

so, i sent a little email & asked in & about what & where the hairs & varieties they consider pulling, dillapitating, shaving, buzzing, plucking, waxing & whatnot ... what styles of removal & upkeep they provide ... how painful, or rather, what the range of pain might include ... & how much these service might set a man of IT back in dollars, pounds & rubles ::: >>>

not that expensive, i found out ::: >>>

::::::::::::::::: i dropped in ... one facility not being more than a town or 2 over from my Bedford place of employ ::: >>>

best to do these things on company time ::: go in late, leave early, work from home as they say ::: or simply set up the old cubestead w/ the appearance of being 'io' [ or 'in office' ] & then hit the skids & get out doin' what you need to be doing in the life, no? ::: >>>

i mean, no living the life of a Nancy, aight? ::: who the fark wants that, eh? ::: >>>

well, i have to say ... a little nose-hair trimmage ::: a quick & pinchy painful pluck off the ears, right off the edge [ apparently, i had these wiry little white hairs that have the life of their own ... i am guessing the whitesrippage has turned these little curlycues to the nearly dayglo crisp white ... but who knows? ] ... a bit off the shoulders & triceps ... but most importantly, a little shaving for behaving on the balls ::: its a strange sensation, to be a hairless chihuahua just underneath the john andy thompson ... every turn & twist of the legs & hip bring a subtle pleasure to psychosexual message center ::: by the end of most days i cannot see straight or gay ... i am just blind to whiteness w/ ecstacy ... & so it goes & so it comes ... or the other way around, i'm not sure anymore ::: >>>

12 bucks to the man to clean house & keep it happy all day long ::: i highly recommend this things ::: >>>

happy holidays 2007, aight? ::: >>>

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have a great weekend ::: >>>

tit or treat ::: >>>

well ::: happy halloween to everyone out there ::: i should be mucking it up in Salem or something, no? ::: but i am back at the apartment, catching up on the reality television & handing out candies to the trick or treaters ::: >>>

big news ::: on 'Search for the Next Elvira' ::: the winner, the very next Elvira is April ::: to be completely open & honest, this is the first episode i tuned into ::: it makes complete sense that the culminating episode of tit or treat occurs on this very haunted evening ::: seems like it was a fun show to tune into ::: noone trying to save the world or anything grand ::: just goth & bosoms ... horror & hypnotizing cleavage ::: >>>

of course there is the myspace page for Elvira & her little reality show ::: i think it's funny that the band is called something like 'The Last Danse' or something ::: i personally like the candellabra ... all the black & red & bad lighting from the original show ::: the commentary very tongue & cheek as he says ::: >>>

:::::::::: oh, well i must go ... there is the doorbell now ::: i have a few flights to descend with my bowl of tropical dots & baby ruths ::: might just take one of those bad boys myself now, no? ::: >>>

have the frightful night now, ya hear? ::: >>>

shhh ::: >>>

i finally got the development crew to get their ass oN motioN & add the first entry to the 'secret' site ... here it is :

http://www.sowhatsyoursecret.com

anyone with secret can submit to the secret server & then within the next batch of random months the secret will anonymously be added on the list, yes? ::: yes ::: >>>

so go to it ::: let me know your secret ::: >>>



::: ::: ::::::::::: : ::::::: :::: SiNuS says ::: :::::: ::: >>>

web 2.0 or not web 2.0? ::: >>>

this is the questioN to ask right now i would think ::: >>>

in the late nineties up until the year 2000 there were prosperous times indeed for alL companies driving like the madman up the information superhighway ::: before the big bandwidth — & before the sudden need for many a venture capitalist or catalyst organization to require the business plan — many netizens were brainstorMing into the nite & putting up this site or that site ::: this was the days before the bubble burst, no? ::: the outrages fortunes of the web 1.0 ::: >>>

entering upoN the year 2000 — things began to falL apart ::: suddenly the concept of profitability came back into play & several of the companies that might not have been playing at the party with the fulL decks dropped to the wayside, no? ::: goNe goNe goNe ::: into the ethernet [ or ether that is ] ::: >>>

& now, my friends — netizens of the world wide web — masters of the new reality series — now we have what has beeN labelled 'web 2.0' ::: soMethiNg bigger & better perhaps? ::: soMethiNg that wilL turN a profit & make us alL a little richer? ::: hmmMMMmMM? hmmmMMmmMMMmmmmMMmmm? ::: >>>

moRe to be discussed is to follow or preceed — depending on which order you coMe acroSs theSe bloggiNgs iN ::: >>>

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rainyday columbus on Bostontown ::: >>>

& so it is & so it was another rainyday columbus on Bostontown ... no music in the air ... just dust, rust & tears on the pavement smeared like bugguts across the concrete windshield of life ...

i am on the office ... on the office again yes ... in the serverroom, hidden, quiet & cold ... tucked away like the carcass of some animal in the butchershop of corporate deism ... hung like a bat in its diurnal, cozy sleep ... swaying like the ghost of a pendulum with just sockets for eyeholes, chains across each wrist ...

that's the sound of a vacant soul ... a soulless cityscape ...

back to work for me now ... yes?