tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30631622011-06-07T22:09:25.095-07:00DogEatDogA faint cohesion of a dog's life.Joshnoreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-1102427588667892022004-12-07T05:52:00.000-08:002004-12-07T05:53:08.666-08:00I forgot about this one too!
Why don't we do this stuff anymore?
ChimChimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16008137820339597237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-957825442003-06-17T23:55:00.000-07:002003-06-17T23:55:01.360-07:00cough...cough...ChimChimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16008137820339597237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-75067992001-11-29T11:41:00.000-08:002001-11-29T11:41:43.266-08:00Happy Birthday Josh!ChimChimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16008137820339597237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-56943742001-09-14T17:00:00.000-07:002001-09-14T17:01:59.000-07:00my new URL. All that I added was commenting ability. More changes coming soon...
http://murphyspaw.amplify.comJoshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-56513772001-09-12T17:21:00.000-07:002001-09-12T17:21:32.943-07:00Murphy, lazy from the long day, is awakened suddenly by a loud crash. He immediately chases the ferocious feline through the dog hatch and into a tree. What the fuck is a dog hatch, you might ask? It doesn't matter. The point of the story is ... well ... there really is no point. I've never claimed to be a writer. My literary skills are that of a tenth grader. I am, however, a lover of dogs. Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-56060142001-09-10T22:02:00.000-07:002001-09-10T22:02:03.330-07:00For the next few days I'll be putting the finishing touches on my blog on the other server. I'm only posting this right now so I won't drop off of Matt's site.Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-55634722001-09-08T15:03:00.000-07:002001-09-08T15:03:28.126-07:00Just an observation ::
Work is a complete waste of time. I've been sitting at my desk for approximately 7 hours doing nothing but surfing the part of the internet that I'm allowed to see and playing solitaire. I don't have access to any servers or ftp software. In fact, This blog won't be published until I get home tonight. My creative juices are stagnant and are collecting random swamplife as Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-54069682001-08-31T09:18:00.000-07:002001-08-31T09:18:01.526-07:00Thought provoked by boredom:
If Jesus was really the savior, and "humankind" is really saved, why is this world so fucked up? I can't imagine how a right-wing Christian bureaucrat who destroys ecosystems, puts people to death and decreases the quality of life for everyone on the planet can be accepted into the "house of the Lord." It just doesn't make sense.
There's a song that I perform Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-53923632001-08-30T14:59:00.000-07:002001-08-30T15:04:40.000-07:00Am I a total wimp, or what???
Here's the deal:
-I'm going to Miami this weekend to visit Adriana.
-She wants to go snorkeling on Sunday.
-There have been a slew of shark attacks in Florida in the past month.
-I'm deathly afraid of fast, hulking sharp-toothed killing machines.
-I made her change her plans to go snorkeling.
So... am I? Am I?Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-53062712001-08-26T13:48:00.000-07:002001-08-26T13:48:34.016-07:00okay. i'm redesigning the site. right now i'm in an experimental phase. so don't get mad if i don't post for a few days.
that is all.Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-52240372001-08-21T20:01:00.000-07:002001-08-21T20:01:21.700-07:00sorry father. this is my first blog in over a month. i have sins to confess.
first of all, i'm jewish. i hope this doesn't cancel out this confession
session. (good name for a band)
seriously, i've been thinking a lot about my grandparents. unfortunately,
that's all i've been doing ... thinking. my grandmother's in the psychiatric
ward getting shock treatment because she thinks the federal Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-45027562001-07-12T08:03:00.000-07:002001-07-12T08:03:29.150-07:00Porsche. The thought of the word to a twelve-year-old boy causes so much desire. The sight of one of these luxurious yet "manly" vehicles makes the heart start thumping; makes the tongue shape itself so that the words, "I want one when I grow up" loosely spill out. It is the epitome of "cool."
Porsche. The thought of the word to an enlightened, semi-affluent, semi-environmentally conscious Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-43361102001-07-01T21:01:00.000-07:002001-07-01T21:01:05.946-07:00Okay, it's just a start. I posted some images on the Picts section of this site. Check 'em out. There will be more... oh yes... there will be more.Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-42450262001-06-25T23:13:00.000-07:002001-06-25T23:13:38.193-07:00Wow... I'm tired. Not just the kind of tired that forces that sleepful heaviness on your eyelids... I mean the kind of tired a bear feels right before hibernation. No... actually... it's the first kind of tired. Because I couldn't possibly sleep for 3 months... and I'm not THAT hairy.
Anyway, I've been working for 8 days straight and no break in sight. This employment crap ain't all it's Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-42249502001-06-24T19:27:00.000-07:002001-06-24T19:27:28.996-07:00I'm at Hyla's.Joshnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063162.post-42074852001-06-23T10:13:00.000-07:002001-06-23T10:13:53.433-07:00It's been a learning experience here at the Dallas Market Center. 30,000 people converge into a parking lot that can fit approximately 1000 cars. For once, I enjoyed taking the bus to work...Joshnoreply@blogger.com