Gunny Walker

So here's an interesting article about Pixelon. It's a company that was mentioned in All The Rave: The Rise And Fall Of Shawn Fanning's Napster. (Yes, I am still reading that book. It's not that great, okay? Leave me alone. I actually read four books while I had put it down.)

  This tells the quote that I was going put up much simpler than the book. Except there are some things not mentioned in the article. It's from pages 112 and 113...

  Such lack of scrutiny made for some appealing companies. While there are now hundreds of examples, it is worth recalling a few for the sake of context. There was Pixelon, which claimed to have a new system for transmitting video over the Web. In fact, the firm's top-secret locked boxes guarded off-the-shelf goods bought from other companies. Michael Fenne, the entrepreneur behind Pixelon Inc., raised $30 million from investors, none of whom bothered to get a routine records check, which would have shown Fenne was not what he claimed. He was actually one David Stanley, a fugitive from a Virginia embezzlement charge. What really set Pixelon apart, though, was what it did with the money it raised. Fenne blew more than half the take on one of the largest parties Las Vegas had ever seen, hiring performers such as the Dixie Chicks, Tony Bennett, and the Who to play. The concert was recorded, theoretically to be made available to internet viewers for a fee. Instead, it became a goodbye party. The expenditure prompted a board enquiry that led to Fenne's ouster, eventual exposure, and arrest.

  Now remember this the next time you hear comments about how bad the economy has become, our current recession, and just how bad 401k's are right now. It's not just Martha Stewart, Enron, and Worldcom, folks. There are tons of companies just like this one with no profits, no plans for profits, and stock valuations greater than that of Microsoft. They have obscure names like Napster, The Globe, Snowball.com. They planned to survive simply on advertising mainly from other companies that were burning through investors cash like a wildfire through California forest. These companies were invested by folks who manage your 401k's. This was the tech boom. When it died, there were a lot of sad techies, whom had no idea where they might find a job that would pay them exorbitant amounts for not actually producing anything. Much less one that would allow "a bring your monkey to work day" or ride your overpriced Razor scooters from office to office.
  But things are better now according to some. After all, the stock market is rebounding. There have been some positive gains in the market, but here's the catch. Has anything changed? Have you heard of anyone reducing their 401K? I know I haven't and I would assume that no one else has either. I still plug my ten percent just like I always have. The problem is that if most of us still put our ten percent into 401k's (i.e. the stock market) then it will naturally go up again. So have really had a recession? Did we have such good times in the nineties? The truth is that I believe that this was a market correction, when it crashed. The fact that a lot of companies that made absolutely no money could get such financing proves this. It also proves that a lot of good people lost their minds.
  Okay, so I may be wrong. Maybe the market is going up for all the right reasons, but if I am right, do you have a back up plan? How many 401k crashes can you take. That's why it's important to diversify your portfolio. Things like stocks and government bonds. A little bit of blue chip and crazy tech (After all, that crazy tech might be the next Microsoft).
  The question is, "Can you afford a back up plan?" Can you not afford one?
  (I promise folks. I will return tomorrow to wacky headlines and things going on in my life. I didn't have anything exciting to write about today so I broke out the soapbox. This is supposed to be a page about investing after all. Remember the plan?)

  So I try really hard to do original things here on the website, and I feel that I have been pretty good about it, so to celebrate, I'm going to copy something from Big Stupid Tommy.
1. Are you now or have you ever been a communist?
  This brings up a funny story. When I was a kid my brother used to give me a hard time saying that since I didn't like mustard on my hot dogs that I must be a communist. You see, I liked ketchup which is red. The fact that I had such a favoritism for the red communist that meant that I be communist because the color reminded me of my native motherland. No, I have never been a communist. Communism encourages mooches.
  I have since started preferring mustard to ketchup on my hot dogs, but have also switched from mustard to hot sauce on bologna sandwiches.
2a. If you could be a tree, any tree, which tree would you be?
  I would be one of those really tough trees the Wizard Of Oz. Then nobody would mess with me.
2b. Which would you not be?
  Hedge apple (if that's a tree.) Because no one would really know what I was.
3. What's 2+2?
  Well, I'd have to say 11. (base 3) Sorry guys Tommy took the good joke here.
4. How would you describe your novel?
Unwritten and seriously underdeveloped.
5. How much time did you waste writing all this up?
  About twelve minutes.

  Well, I made it back from Houston safely. I'm now going to look into an investment opportunity. Once I do, I'll glad list my experience on this site. Of course, it may pan out to be nothing, but I'll do this to let you know. Keep tuned, faithful reader.
  I bought me a car recently at Elite Auction. It says that you have to wait 15 business days for the title to arrive. Discounting president's day, it's been 18. I called them today and had to leave a message. I guess, I'll let you know what happens on that also.
  The trip was pretty uneventful. We didn't get to see my brother much, and we saw my sister-in-law even less. They work far too much. I wouldn't mind making their money, but the goal of making mad amounts of money is so that you can quit working 12 hours day. What does it a profit a man to gain the world and lose his social life.
  I don't understand this whole issue about allowing homosexuals marry. Many of the people feels it's a disgrace to marriage, but the way I see it when the divorce rate has approached 50 percent, I'm not sure we hetero's should be allowed to marry.
  My brother asked me a question the other day, "Would you be willing to forget everyone you know or believe in order to be happy?" This means all your friends, all your memories, all your possessions. I say no.
  I think that if you have to have unhappiness sometimes to know when you are happy. MeMa said that she would not because then she's have to forget about us. I think that both of those were very good reasons. I do have to admit I'm a bit biased about one. My brother had a reason that I would not rather give because I am a bit disappointed in it. Or at least what I thought it was. Anyway, I'm done posting now. I've got some e-mails that I wish to write. I'll talk to you later. Or I guess it's talk AT you later.

  Today's the day to return back to Tennessee. I've got to pack up the laptop so this will be the last time you hear from me until the Boro.
Yesterday, we went to the holocaust museum. They kept my camera while we were inside. I'm not sure for the reason for that. Maybe the flash would be harmful to the exhibits. Maybe a lot of the photographs were copyrighted. My sister-in-law said that it was to keep it fresh. If you look at stuff, you notice it. If you look at a picture, you can detach yourself and can say, "well, it's only a picture." You can detach yourself because you're not right there with it. She may be right. I didn't ask. MeMa and I didn't get to see the whole museum so I guess I'll get to ask if/when I go back.
  Well folks, I'm off to get some breakfast. See ya in Tennessee.

  Good news. The treadmill in the hotel is working! That means that I get to exercise. I mean I've been exercising, but the treadmill is a great way to get the heartbeat up. I going to get up early and try it out. I hope there are blinds to cover the window. I don't want anybody to see me plodding along on the treadmill. I'm very conscientious about these things.
  So I've been recording MeMa on this trip. The problem is that we've been getting a lot of interference from the car. So we need to tackle the problems as they come.
  I did get the story of her sister, Louise, and when she died two days before her eightieth birthday. The problem with recording MeMa is that if you whisper things to her, it's on tape. I'll know the secrets.
  We went to the aquarium. (Tennessee's aquarium is much better.) We also rode the trolley again. Not because we needed to do it. We just got lost, and we rode almost the whole thing.
  By the time that we got out of Houston, we went to meet Sidekick and Sunshine. We watched them finish classes and then Sunshine went home and the three of us went to dinner at IHOP. (Now serving TURKEY dishes with GREECE.)
  Anyway, I'm about to have a bit of sleep since it's about 1 in the morn, but before we do I'd like to present something that was discussed over dinner this evening.
  What are ideas? What are they made of? You can pass them off from person to person, so are they something tangible. We often get our ideas from other people. They get their ideas from other people who get their ideas from other people. Where does it all begin. Was there an original idea? Did all these ideas that we have start from somewhere else? What is an idea made of? What creates an idea? There is your deep thought for today.

  Well, today was a pretty good day. We went to the Houston Museum of Natural Science. I finally got to see the butterflies. The museum has a two story room that is kept at the temperature and humidity of a tropical jungle. Then they let about a thousand butterflies just run, er... fly free. They land on leaves. They land on feeding dishes. They land on people, but not very often. Pretty cool, huh?
  Actually there is another one just in the next county. You know when you steal ideas that badly, it kind of cheapens the experience.
  In other good news, Nader's in the race. He's an independent. I might vote for this time. I hope he's on the Tennessee ballot.
  The trip to the museum was a bonus. It seems that Houston has a new trolley system, but this is not your father's trolley. No sir, it's a suped-up, automated-door, bilingual uber-trolley of the future. It's all pretty cool, and there are several attractions located on the route. It runs from the aquarium to downtown, but along the way it passes by such great stops as the museum district, Bell Street, and a McDonald's. Golly! A Mcdonald's! Right next to Fiesta, a hispanic grocery store. A grocery of the likes that no gringo, such as myself, has never seen. Mainly, I'm afraid that there will be NO english on the inside and will ultimately mistake green sauce for shampoo and ruin a perfectly good taco.
  I fear that I may have taken my own life, and part of my lower intestines, into my own hands today. I ate at Taco Cabana. Taco Cabana strikes me as the south of the border version of Krystal. I just ate three tacos. I've saved the beans and rice for breakfast because it's got to be just as good as the continental breakfast that the hotel is serving.
  The funny part about the continental breakfast is that they give you cups of waffle batter and let you make your own waffles. Why, the entertainment potential alone is enough to make up for the fact that the treadmill is broken.
  I guess that's about all I have for today except for all the things that I will miss on this vacation because of being "bovitarian." Things I have missed revisitng on this trip
Texas Burger
What-A-Burger
James Coney Island (a hot dog joint)
$nbsp And folks, that's why I usually gain 10 pounds every vacation.
That's all for today folks. I hope to have some more MeMa stories tomorrow. Tomorrow I plan to test RECORDING her. Can't you just feel the excitement flowing through me? Imagine a time when I'll never have to hear about how she plans to write her memoirs some day. (And I'll get to use the term "Me-moirs" a lot more often.)
Good night.

  I have arrived in Webster, which is just a hop, skip, and a jump away from Big Brother, Sidekick, and Sister-in-Law, Sunshine. I'm not really comfy with using their real names, so they get to have nicknames now. Sidekick and Sunshine are out of town. Sidekick makes his money in teaching Taekwon Do and Sunshine married into the business. They are at a meeting in Florida and won't be back until tomorrow night.
  I so have some things that I would like to point out about the trip...

• It's a little scary to find out that your flight attendant is not official yet, and your flight gets to be her test.
  
• Continental's plane was not much bigger than a bus. It had only three seats to a row. So I got a window, MeMa got a aisle seat, and the lady across the aisle got the best of both worlds. Call her Miss Lucky.
  
• I had to tell MeMa numerous times, "No that is not Tunica below us. One it's not on a river, and two, it's not big enough.
  
• It was a nice touch when the pilot stated, "For those of you on the left side of the plane, you can see my home town of Bon Aqua, Tennessee."
  
• It was very unprofessional when he said, "And those of you on the right side of the plane can look out and pretty much nothing as well."
  
• I had no problem with the tickets, car, or room.
  
• I did however have a problem with the lady at the rental agency going up the escalator. MeMa gets very nervous about escalators after she fell on one a few years ago. (She'd rather take the stairs, elevator, or, if
  my suspision is correct, a knotted rope.
  
• I was a little shocked when some one complained at the desk about not having a coffee pot. The lady at the desk asked, "Did you check the dishwasher?" (Dishwasher? I've got a dishwasher? Yep, and a stove as well.)
  
• If you travel with a laptop, you must remove it from the case before you send it through the scanner. Don't worry about the fact that you've also got enough wiring to turn the digital camera there into a bomb. They aren't going to want to see that.
  
• I still can't imagine why Sidekick and Sunshine would want to live in a town as big as Houston.

  Good night folks.

  Well, I'm off for Texas today. It's nearing the last time that the airport can change the seats so basically, I'm just writing this to kill the last ten minutes to wait for up dates. I'm a little nervous about this trip. I planned it completely over the internet. I have no tickets for the flight, no receipt for the rooms, no certainty of the car I reserved. This is a big leap of faith and human ignorance as programmed by computers can make a pretty large expanse. So if you don't hear from me later tonight you can know that something screwed up along the way.
  I'm taking the trip with MeMa. I'm sure that there will be plenty of stories to tell on this trip. MeMa is a laugh a minute whenever we go on trips together. Some of her previous hilarity includes...

GW: Hey, here's the Natchez Trace Parkway!
MM: Yeah, we could get on that and ride it all the way home. I thiink that it goes a little farther south, though.
GW:No MeMa, I think that this pretty much the end.
MM: No, it goes further south.
GW:No MeMa it doesn't. First off there's only one on ramp, second off were in Natchez, Mississippi.

MM: That new woman, I think she is Mormon, the other day she was walking dog and fell down the hill. I think that she was trying get her dog.
GW: Was she hurt?
MM: She fell down three times.
GW: Man.
MM: Sometimes you just got to stay down.

But it's just not all funny stuff. Sometimes I learn interesting information about my family from these trips with MeMa. Such as...

• Uncle Earl is really my uncle.
  
• My other Uncle Earl wouldn't without his special fork.
  
• MY other, other Uncle Earl is no relation, just a babysitter.

  I never said it was educational. Trips with MeMa are rarely educational. That's all for now until Houston. See ya'll in Clearlake.

  Keep this under your hat, but I've got a secret to keep away from Bush...
  It seems that the WMD program has been having some terrible effects. It seems that my undercover operatives are not quite as closely knit as they once were. As a matter of facts, I was surprised just how many indiscrepencies there were in inner office policies. (Operations seems to have gotten quite a bit less covert.)
  Today's quote comes from Richard Vos, "How come the voices in your head never tell you to do anything good? 'Go to the library' or 'Stop doing that into your socks' "
  Also, while packing for my trip to Houston, I realized I could use a new toothbrush.
  Humor for those that get it.

  Had a close call today. Was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich today and thought that I blew the beef boycott. Turns out that jelly contains a mystery ingredient named pectin. Now I would like to know, who exactly knows what pectin is made of? Well, not animal matter. Or at least the dictionary says so.
  Today's thought of the day comes from The Shootist. "As we say in the funeral business, it's the early worm that gets the bird."
  In other news, Japan may be our new enemies. They've just signed a contract with Iran against our wishes. Well, I guess it's about time to break old Enola out of the Smithsonian.
  Okay, maybe that joke went a little far. We shouldn't nuke Japan. Maybe just drop a couple of bunker busters on them.
  But just wait until my region free DVD player gets delivered from JList.
  (Everything in this post relating to Japan is sarcasm. Just wanted to clear that up. Please don't flame me. Why can't we get an official emoticon for sarcasm?)

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  Yesterday's thought of the day: Crunches still suck.

  Here's an article for you. A listing of campaign contributions for the 2000 election. Now I ask you why would somebody spend millions of dollars for a job that only pays $400,000 dollars a year? Why should we trust any politicians?
  I would like to warn the rest of you. I'll be leaving for Texas to visit my brother in Houston. I'll be gone The 21st through the 25th. Beware. When I leave on my February vacation it snows like crazy. It took me three days to drive back. This time I'm flying. I'm the reason that we've been having this crazy weather. You see I was supposed to go last week, but I moved it due to events at work. So consider yourselves warned.

  Okay so here's a bit more about this years election...

"What do we want?"

"Peace," the crowd answered.

"What do we want?" the guy screamed again.

"Peace!" Now the river of people roared the word. The sound boomed through my chest. No one was laughing.

"What do we want?" the guy demanded again.

And this time, Supreme pointed his megaphone at the sky. "A pony!" he screamed, his amplified voice rising over the roar.

Next time around, pretty much everyone in the crowd had defected to Supreme's chant. "What do we want?" "A pony," hundreds of people hooted. Some young women near me bobbed up and down. "A pony, a pony," they squealed.

  Of course, this is a story about Vermin Supreme, an actual presidential candidate. He doesn't have a website that I can find, so you'll have to go to this story. I would like to announce my official endorsement of a candidate. Vote for Vermin Supreme, people. Well, that is if he's actually on the ballot.
  Also from the pissing-away-a-vote department, Kucinich reports on how well his campaign is going. (For those that don't want to wade through the Larry King transcript.)

KING: Are you going to -- is Maine -- do you think you have a chance in Maine to win on Sunday?

KUCINICH: To win? We're going to do well in Maine, but you know, I'm finally starting to pop up above the surface of the campaign. You know, I finally got more than 1 percent in some places, 2 percent in Arizona, 3 percent in North Dakota and maybe 5, 6, percent in New Mexico. We're starting to finally demonstrate, you know, a heartbeat to the campaign. And I think Maine is the next place where we can look to have some help.

  Congrats to Dennis for breaking through that 1 percent. Grab that tin ring buddy!
  Also, Bob Dole was on the daily show tonight. Mr. Dole is a pretty funny guy and puts on a good show. If you ever get the chance to see him there, Do it.

I'm sure you've hearad about htis one. Conan O'Brien show's anti-Quebec barbs anger Ottawa politicians. I find a few things interesting about this.
1. A lot of people are calling the comments racist. You have to have different races to be racist. Canadian's are white. Conan's white. Heck, Conan's Irish. That's like uber-white. So maybe it is racist.
2. This digs up old feelings in Canada. It seems that the people are already sensitive about the whole barrier of languages that exist. Man, I guess they ain't got any minorities to get angry about so they have to make them up. We don't like them because, um, er, well, they speak French. Please people, can't you make up some real stuff up? We Americans know how to have predjudices.
They come over here and take our good jobs.
They don't even speak proper English.
Hey, they keep taking our white women. (and leave us with their women, who won't even let us batter them properly.)
3. The Canadian government, in an attempt to promote tourism, actually paid Conan to visit. This was a good idea? Has Canada never heard of a tourist attraction? Come on folks, talk to Disney, I hear they could use the money. How about Disneyquios?
4. It's Triumph the insult comic dog, idiots. Or should I say "L'idiots?" I know there has to be a french word for insult. Don't the French-Canandians know it? the French-French sure seem to understand insults. What did you expect? Tony Robbins?
5. Is "francophone" a word? things are getting to easily into the dictionary. I can't say "ain't", but you make up a word that sounds like a recording device and just make it mean whatever the heck you want it to mean?

People, people. We can get past this. Just have a beer together, give each other a big hug, and forget about this crap. (Tip: hold your breath during the hug. They may not be the real French, but better safe than sorry.)

Wow! Seeing as how this is black history month, here's a little bit of history of which I have never heard until today. It's Mississippi's Sovereignty commission. It seems that in the fifties that Mississippi "feared" integration so much after Brown vs. The Board of Education that they felt in necessary to set up a government organization. Oh yeah, that and they were trying to protect themselves "from perceived "encroachment thereon by the Federal Government or any branch, department or agency thereof."

It's amazing the things that people do to each other. How one person can view another "person" as less than animal. (Although, I'm sure that many of the "good people" commission would be up set about the fact that I am calling blacks people.) It's amazing that this commission wasn't dissolved until 1977. It's amazing that black people today can feel oppressed. I say you wasn't to feel oppression, try taking a water hose or the dogs or not being allowed to even sit on a bus.

Of course, the Christians take the same stance when people oppose the ten commandments in the courthouse. No, I believe the real oppression was when they were getting dipped in wax and burned to light the roads in Rome. And it has been a while since anybody's been fed to the lions. But I get side tracked. Go to the website. Learn some stuff. It pisses me off that we can't talk about this stuff anymore. I've lived in the south all my life and have never heard of this stuff.

I'm sure that most southerners younger than I, only know George Wallace as a comedian. It's sad. None of us know where we come from.

I would like to congratulate Josh for being best in show at the Westminster Kennel Club's best in show for 2004. It's good to see a big dog win. It's always hard to see some little lap dog without some hand popping out the back because, (surprise!) it's really a puppet

Sorry to go so long between blogging. I've been sort of busy folks. I've just recently gotten a DVD burner. (No I will not burn you stuff.) I've been trying to convert some old videos to DVD, because I never watch them anymore. Does anyone else never want to rewindvideos anymore? It's just so much trouble.

Well, I was trying to do it with a doohinkie that I bought of Amazon. Well, it took a couple of tries. So much that I actually just got a book while waiting for it finish. It took three or four tries to get it to work right and it never did. I guess I'll just have to settle for good enough.

So I was just mostly laying there (Yes, I got a couple of pillows.), eating Doritos, and reading about something called the ideavirus. Eventually, I got so tired of it, I turned off the whole operation and just took a nap. I finished it today. The full price that these bootleggers charge for this stuff is money well spent. These things require a bit of work and a much bigger hard drive than my 20 gig. At least, if you plan to do this more often.

And just in case you're curious about what I was converting, it was my exercise videos. Ironic isn't it? I think I'll hit the treadmill now.

Great news! The original Star Wars trilogy is going to be on DVD this year! Woo Hoo!

Oh yeah, and it seems that Kerry was the big winner in today's primaries.

Back to the real news, the original trilogy on DVD! isn't that great? I'm so excited. I can hardly wait until September 21st to get my four disc set.

Oops, forgot to post something. This blog isn't all just my rants and views. It's supposed to have a purpose. It's supposed to be a little bit about investing. Well, there's an auction coming up. It's with a company called Hudson and Marshall. I've never been to any of their auctions. They have a Rutherford property up for auction. It's actually owned by a guy I know (sort of). The ones in Nashville are Fannie Mae properties. If any of you reading this have a spare $100,000 or so lying around that place on E Buckeye Bottom would make a nice birthday present.

Well tomorrow is the day for local elections. I went to the county election website and wanted to look up a ballot for tomorrow. Nothing. I looked up the Daily Newsless Urinal. I did a search on that site using some of the candidates names. Not much. So I call the election commission (898-7743) to ask what's the deal? I express my disappointment over the lack of ballot on the website. She says she is sorry, but she doesn't know why it isn't there. I understand, so what exactly do I have to vote on? Property Assessor (six candidates) and Road Superintendent (uncontested). What's the point? I'm pretty sure that they aren't going to let me vote in the Democrats primaries. even if I could, Clark would be my guy and he isn't going to make it.

So, here I am, Gunny Walker, telling you not to vote tomorrow. Just don't waste your time. Go do something much more sensible, like buy some lottery tickets. (Of course that's sarcasm. While I did vote for the lottery, I feel that smoking your money would benefit you more.)

Screw your rights. All those veterans didn't die just so I could elect some Boner into office.

Got a fortune cookie the other day, it said, "You are waiting for big changes in your future." I'll say. I can't wait until I can get rid of radioactive waste that I mistakenly bought on e-bay. (And here I thought it would be so cool.) The back of the fortune said, "Name ten things you hate waiting for."

What is this essay time? I don't need this from a fortune cookie. This isn't Mrs Foster's wring class all over again. No Mr. Fortune Coookie, dispense me your sage-like vaguely-relevant advice or give me an utter piece of crap for your prediction, but any attempts to make me think whilst enjoying your wisdom will only make me realize how stupid it is to put any stock in anything written in a cookie.

And next time, try to write it in Engrish. Because if I can't figure out exactly what has been written, then that makes it more interesting.

Okay, so I said that there would be some changes around here, well after doing my walk, and then going to the bank, then putzng around on the internet for a bit, it ain't going to happen. Get over it, people. You know who you are. You already know I'm a slacker. What did you expect? Stuff delivered when I said it would be? That's crazy!

In other news, Christ has RSVP'ed. (again) The second coming will be April 5th, 2004. Try to look busy. (Scroll to the bottom to see what I mean.)

Of course, the classic joke is that whenever you get a fortune cookie, look at the paper and say as if you are reading it, "Help! I'm trapped in a cookie factory!" Of course, don't be surprised if no one laughs at that one.

Oh yeah, one more link, the dialectizer. Try it on your favorite site!

So anyway, I was walking through the home furnishings department of the local Wal-Mart the other day. I may not be living "la dulce vita", but a little inspiration is well worth the trip. There may be some who look at this type of thing as wasting Wal-Mart's time, sort of like pushing the limit by trying on three garments in the fitting room and buying none, but I say, "Hey, if they didn't want people like me in there they'd have a door check like the Sam's Club." That's the chic place to be. They have member dues, tight security, and even power equipment just in case I want to splurge and buy the large canister of potato chips. (The large canisters make great planters.) Of course, I am not there yet, but as I said a little inspiration helps to keep me "movin' on up" as expressed in the vernacular.

Well, if you've ever been in the home furnishings department of your local Wal-Mart, you'll realize it's a pretty posh place. They have displays so that you may see what the finished product will look like. Of course, they often have pieces in more than one color. The nicest thing is the suggestive sell. Often times, when you look at the piece of furniture, they have a picture that will show other pieces of fine furniture that might help to complete your ensemble. If you've ever splurged on one of these fine luxuries, you might even find a full color catalog located with the piece of furniture.

I may not be living in that deluxe apartment in the sky, but it's nice to know that when I get there that that fine American institution, Wal-Mart, will have that entertainment armoire, chest of drawers, or even a large number of bookshelves that would perfectly match my TV/microwave cart. That's something to shoot for. That's the reason to make yourself proud.

So reach for that unreachable star because when you do achieve that impossible dream, there's no limit to the particle board furniture available in whatever color of faux wood grain shelf paper that you might want it in.

Just thought you could use a little inspiration today, folks. Never forget your goals in life.

So anyway, I'm updating GunnyWalker.com today. I plan to have some stuff new there in the next couple of days. I worked on it one day then it died on the vine. Sorry guys. But here's a couple of links to cheer you up...

Extreme Pumpkins

The Shizzolator

Newest form of matter? When did we hit five?

Bulemia poster child

Okay, that's it for now.

Have you seen the Shards O'Glass commercial? It ran during the Superbowl. It's an anti-smoking ad, in case you couldn't tell. This is a nice website and probably cost a good amount of money. I hope that it's effective. Of course, no one ever twisted anyone's arm to make them smoke. This is the problem with people today, they have no desire to take responsibility for themselves. The ironic bit will be that some one will soon be making Shards O'Glass pops and actually make some money at it. Of course, the packaging will say it's merely a novelty item and shouldn't be digested.

The Superbowl streaker is mad that he didn't get more recognition.

And here's something really insane, The Fleet Empire State Building Run-Up. It's a race to see who reach the top of the Empire State Building. That's 86 flights or 1576 steps. That's insanity. I can understand running but 86 stories of steps can cause some serious injuries, and I'm not even talking about the trampling.

OKay, so I was wrong. A football game takes 4 hours and 28 minutes. I was shocked by last night's show. For those of you not watching, Janet Jackson performed with Justin Timberlake a little shake 'em and bake 'em routine. Well, at the end of the performance Justin "accidently" tore the left cup off Janet's leather bustier. Yeah, we all know how easily leather tears. At least he's claiming it's an accident. Click here for pics. If you don't care to do so, then don't. Either way, you've been warned. Here's a higher resolution pic. Of course, there were several apologies afterwards. MTV did promise us that the show would be shocking. The weird thing in the pic is a peircing. Of course this is the second biggest boob I've seen come from the Jackson Family.

Also, there was a streaker before the third quarter. Well, not actually a streaker. He was wearing a G-string as I understand it. But the man made his way onto the field wearing what looked like a referee's jersey. He tore them away and did a bit of a dance before being removed from the field. I couldn't find anything on this guy. I'll post it if I do. The best was when the commentator said, "Well, it seems that we still have a bit of halftime show left." The fellow deserves to be commended for managing to succeed with the stunt.

Never a dull moment at the Superbowl. Well except for the first 27 minutes and the parts where the entertainment was actually... er... performing(?). By performing I actually mean singing.

So anyway, the Superbowl has started. Not that I really care. I don't watch sports. I just want to see the advertisements. Question: How long does a football game last? Answer: Four hours.

I don't need to see Beyonce singing the national anthem. What I want to see is a flag in the lower left corner of the screen. You see that's a tradition. Put your hand over your heart, look at the flag, and remember what a great country that we live in. Even with all the problems that we have, patriot act, income tax, corporate raping of the individual, whatever left-wing right-wing whacko idea you happen to believe in, this still is a pretty good country. The wacko idea that I believe in is jingoism.

The creepy thing is that this is one of the times that you actually find the Wal-Mart empty.

I miss the old days of the Bud Bowl. Back when they little beer bottles playing football against one another. They were much more interesting than the game ever was. It was a demonstration in finding ways around the rules. It was thinking outside the box if there ever was. I wish they would bring it back even if it was cheap flash animation.