SOPA? I think not.

Y'all should be concerned about this kind of stuff:
SOPA Blackout

This website participated in the January 18th, 2012 SOPA Blackout to raise awareness.

Also, I promise I will start updating this site on a more regular basis.

No, really. I promise.

Shopping Cart Art!

For those of us with spare shopping carts laying around the yard. there's always a few uses for them. Re-sell them back to the stores they came from, build a rabbit cage or make some funky new age art projects like this :

Or this :

Or some not-so comfy chairs :

Just an idea, y'know.

Letter for the criminally insane

*CENSORED*

Matt's Chunky Soup Adventure!

So, as you may have read previously, I have made mention to a can of Chunky soup that's been sitting in the elements for quite a while ( 6 months maybe? ) .
My theory, and the reasoning behind the following experiment, is that canned goods are canned goods, no matter what external elements are involved ( provided the seal isn't broken, which it wasn't. If it had been, the deal would have been off )
I also want to note that I didn't do this out of desperation, or anything of the sort. It was done simply to prove a point. Now that that is out of the way, on to the experiment. ( Conducted in the evening of November the 10th, in case you're curious )

Dented, Discolored, Rusty

Ain't that dent pretty?

Not quite as discolored from this side

Only slightly demented, I swear

Yup, still looks like stew. Chunky Stew at that.

Kitty go in the pot!

Looking even more like Chunky Stew.

Even poured myself a glass to wash it down.

Still looking perfectly damned edible

NOM NOM NOM!

The proof is in the pudding

Dessert. Yummy.

So, in the end... it didn't kill me, I suffered no ill effects whatsoever. I have proven my point. Due to the preservatives involved, and provided the seal isn't broken, a can of food is simply a can of food.

Technobo rant...

*they've been doing endless construction between my place and where I work*

I was biking down through the causeway this morning, and there were 3 choices. Attempt using the walking path on the far side of the road ( which, due to the construction, is dangerous enough that I wouldn't even attempt it on foot ) biking with ( or against traffic ) OR... heading down through the so-called construction zone ( where there were 2 trucks with Highfield employees sitting on the
tailgates having coffee... IE - no one was working )

So, I took the logical choice, and zipped down through the construction zone, seeing as it made sense. Made it to the far side ( the lights down by the causeway shops ) where one of the Highfield boys caught up to me in his car and flagged me to pull over. He then told me that they couldn't have people going through the construction zone because they can't have someone get hurt. I was nice... nodded and agreed and went on my way, because I know that he's just doing his job. But seriously...the least chance I have of getting hurt ( and I've learned from experience ) is heading through the so-called construction zone. Simply because there ain't no one doing jack.
So my option from this point on is to cross my fingers and hope a car doesn't decide to maul me while I'm playing in traffic. Sounds brilliant, ya fucking tools.

So that's my happy story for today. Soon to come > a can of Chunky soup that's been sitting outside for 6+ months.

Matt "Technobo" Turner.