I have found my true calling in life! Where I could suffer a terrible and gruesome death or a permanent debilating injury at any moment!
October 23, 2007
September 12, 2007
Seattle
650 thread count sheets. 700 thread count microgel down comforter & bouvet.
Queen-sized tempurpedic bed and pillows. It’s so hard getting out of bed in the morning.
Had to special order split queen boxes, because they don’t make the angle into my room.
My meager home office. 1200 x 1200 dpi laser printer, fully loaded T61p, and custom OC core 2 duo machine. Stainless steel. Stockton / Sharper Image design. Yum.
My 1080p projector and Z-5500 surround sound speakers are being shipped 
The keystone and crown jewel of my possesions:
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women.
Yes, yes that is good!
And for good measure, this is what it looks like where I live now:
Gorgeous.
I need to get my new wetsuit, that can handle colder glacial water
September 3, 2007
August 28, 2007
Deer, Blood, and Manliness
Unable to cope with my girlfriend problems with Lindsey, I decided to take the easy way out and commit suicide. I forgot the basic advice though, up the stream not across the river 
The results 
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I’m just kidding of course! Suicide is messed up no one should do it, except those who fall into that oregon assisted suicide law… standard disclaimer, yadda yadda IANAL blah blah.
Anyway, that is just one of many scares I will have after hitting a deer going 25 MPH on my road bike @ 1:00 AM on the W & OD.
I was riding down the trail thinking and though awwwh dear so I play roared at it. It being a deer bolted off in the same direction my bike was traveling. I was going fast and picking up speed so it wasn’t getting away…
Anyway, I was coming to a bridge shortly before Hunter Mill (yeah, there are deer in vienna imagine that) when i noticed oh there’s fence around the bridge. Deer was still running along side trying to get away. Then it cross in front of me & WHAM it tries to jump the fence and fails. It freaks out and bolts back across to the other side… OH SHIT!
The last image burned into my eyes are a dear’s head with it’s eyes staring right into mine illuminated in the blinking LED glow from headlights. I remember a dull thud seeing it fly forward and fall over, myself detaching from my bicycle and flipping over the deer, my bicycle flying back. I was on the floor and immediately on my feet, blood pumping and then I did something stupid again.. I roared at the deer. A deep guttural roar. Then I noticed it was one of those deer with antlers and I was like oh shit… it’s gonna charge me and I’m going to get skewered by a buck on the W & OD at 1 AM, coming home from work. What a way to go.
Then it turned around and ran away and I collapsed back on the floor. I hadn’t felt so tired and out of breath in a long time. I just lay there for about 5 minutes and then everything started hurting. Especially my severely bruise left side on which I had landed on. My left wrist is still oozing blood and it’s been like 2 hours. My entire left side is turning several shades of purple and yellow. Hell yeah!
THEN I GET TO FUCKING MCDONALDS AND IT’S FUCKING CLOSED! SO IS TACO BELL! WHAT THE FUCK?
I just had a near death experience and I wanted a 10 piece chicken nugget with sweet and sour sauce and my suburban McTacoHut (Wiehle & 267) is closed? At 1 AM? 24 HOUR DRIVE THRUS PLEASE. I swear I saw like 5 cars pull in only to find out it was closed while I was there.
So I dejectedly rode home, took pictures, cleaned myself up and made a blog entry.
No more biking to work, both my bikes are now in the shop. How unfortunate. Alas, though I think I’m taking this whole manliness thing to far. Observe this conversation:
(2:49:38 AM) schuldi*: Is it all your blood?
(2:49:40 AM) Matt *: It’s my blood
(2:49:44 AM) schuldi*: Oh.
(2:49:59 AM) schuldi*: Uh, maybe you should have stopped by the ER instead?
(2:55:27 AM) Matt *: boo
(2:55:31 AM) Matt *: real men don’t go to the ER
(2:55:35 AM) Matt *: they bleed to death
RAWR! I do feel good though. I faced down a deer. Now for a water buffalo or a hippo.
August 27, 2007
“Street Cred” LOL
Editor’s note: Emily Deschanel is an actress and animal rights activist. She’s a spokesperson for the Humane Society of the United States and currently stars in the TV series “Bones.” She’s also appeared in movies such as “Glory Road,” “Spiderman 2″ and “Cold Mountain.”
LOS ANGELES, California — Like most decent Americans, I have been sickened by the Michael Vick dogfighting debacle. There can be no excuse for torturing and abusing man’s best friend — forcing dogs to fight to the death, under penalty of death. That a high-profile athlete like Vick carried this out in the name of “sport” makes it all the more disgusting.
Football & Boxing: Creating financial incentives so black people will knock the shit out of each other. All in the name of sport. Oh wait…
Emily Deschanel says dogfighting is a societal scourge, not a sport.
If any good can be gleaned from the Michael Vick situation, it may be an increased public awareness of dogfighting and the need to stop this sickening spectacle. Since Vick’s indictment, animal control agencies across the country have reported a sharp increase in the number of calls about dogfighting.
Next week it will be something else.
While the outcome of the Vick case is a great victory against dogfighting, there is still much to be done. Although Vick’s dogfighting operation has been dismantled, it was only one of countless thousands of such operations across the country, where dogs suffer untold horrors at the hands of their handlers.
I’m sure it’s a great victory, because dismantling one of thousands of such operations is made a great victory by the fact that someone big went down.
Now that we have strong laws in place, it’s time to tackle dogfighting at its roots.
Unfortunately, legions of today’s youths are being sold the lie that fighting dogs is a way to prove their bravery and machismo. This twisted mind-set is marketed by certain forces of popular culture, from high-rolling rap artists who boast about their pit bulls’ prowess to millionaire sports stars like Vick.
How the hell do you get sold a lie like that? According, to that logic I should be in the Marines or Special Ops from playing so many Tom Clancy games.
As a result, the scourge of street dogfighting has infiltrated virtually every urban area across the country. Gang members and street thugs seek street cred by showing they have the baddest dogs on the block.
Ahh, the Big Penis effect, identified by Irina.
Although less organized than the larger-scale, professional dogfighting operations run by big shots like Vick, the street dogfighting carried out in dark basements and back alleys is no less brutal. Dogs are beaten, abused and goaded into aggression and then set upon each other in duels to the death. Poor fighters are an embarrassment to their owners and are killed by brutal means.
Compounding the tragedy is the fact that even if these dogs are rescued from their abusers, happy endings are few and far between. Most rescued fighting dogs have been selectively bred for such extreme aggression to other dogs that — even while they are loving toward people — they cannot be safely adopted into the community. Sadly, humane euthanasia is their only option.
It’s too much work / money to actually take care of them. I’m not giving up my Bentley for some dogs, but I will write a blog about it!
I have heard it said that the while Americans may find the Vick case compelling, it’s inconsequential to society at large, and we should be worrying about larger issues. I have heard others complain that Vick’s victims were “just dogs,” and that Americans’ outrage is overblown.
Yeah, it was. Consider the forgotten war on drugs and the murder rate in the US. Of course, those issues are a tad bit more complicated. Dogfighting is something that’s easy to be outraged over without worry about having to actually think about the issue.
Nothing could be further from the truth. The outcome of the Vick case has far-reaching implications for the dogfighting world and therefore, community safety overall.
Bullshit detector just went crazy.
Because violence breeds violence, dogfighting endangers communities wherever it occurs. Aside from hurting animals, it nurtures a violent mind-set that makes it easier for people to brutalize other people. The results of a recent Chicago Police Department study bear this out: Of those arrested for animal crimes, including dogfighting, 65 percent had past arrests for battery.
Ah, the fallacy of correlation implies causation. Even the way you wrote it, it seemed like bad people that commit animals crimes were… *surprise* … bad people!
These statistics, coupled with the sheer moral turpitude involved in torturing our canine companions to death, should be enough motivation for Americans to accept that dogfighting is no sport. It’s a social scourge that we all must take part in fighting.
No shit, sherlock. Unfortunately, most Americans they need the moral guidance and validation of an actress to tell them what’s right.
She used the words “street cred.” It just went downhill from there.
