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I'm sure everyone knows that today was officially the last day of cleanup at the WTC site. It's a eerie hole in the ground. I think it's cool how you haven't seen every news team down in the pit, doing their shows. I may have just missed them doing it, but it seems like people really are respecting what has become one of the largest mass graves in history. It's crazy that throughout all the hurt and clean-up, America is not lost. What did they do with the last...

If you're looking for a really good read on the internet, day in a day out, I recommend velcrometer. I found it a week ago and have loved it ever since! Actually, it's a little more complicated than that. Last month, a cop pulled me over, ostensibly for having expired tabs on my license plates. The thing is, though, that I had the tabs with me in the car; I just hadn't stuck them on yet. I even showed them to the officer. I found out later that they can't...

I'd like to first thank Scott Raymond for linking to this article, and secondly I'd like to thank Matthew Sturges for writing a bold, yet important message about evangelism. Here's an excerpt, but everyone, and I mean everyone, should head on over there and take a read. You, though. You don't believe in magic, or personalized deities. You believe that if there is a God, it's not some dude with a beard in a big white castle, but rather some kind of energy that permeates the universe or something. Or...

The Dude: What's in the f**kin' carrier? Walter Sobchak: Huh? Oh, that's Cynthia's dog. I think it's a Pomeranian. I can't leave him home alone or he eats the furniture. I'm watching him while Cynthia and Marty Ackerman are in Hawaii. The Dude: You brought the f**kin' Pomeranian bowling? Walter Sobchak: What do you mean brought it bowling, Dude? I didn't rent it shoes. I'm not buying it a f**king beer. He's not taking your f**king turn, Dude. The Dude: Man, if my f**kin' ex-wife asked me to take...

Sometimes emotions can really mess you up. They alter your view on what's really actually happening in reality and take you into some sensical world where how you feel is the most important thing. I get like this every once in a while, and i've found myself in this altered reality the last couple of days. I'm going to blame it on the vast amount of marijuana smoke i probably breathed in at the Dave Matthews concert, but seeing as how i used to be like this all the...

It's kind of a long story, but if I told it, the last eight words would be "my car stereo only plays Nine Inch Nails." See, the controls on my ancient car stereo no longer work. Eject is broken, and so are Stop and Change Tracks. I can turn the stereo on and off, but if it's on, it continuously plays "The Downward Spiral". This really isn't good for me. On any drive over twenty minutes I arrive at my destination so very, very angry. When I get to work...

I'm super-pumped about Caedmon's Call tonight! (well, friday night!) update:Sean and I just basically set-up their entire sound system on our own. Once the lights were up and speakers in place, everyone left except Sean, myself, and one other guy. We mic'd everything and ran all the cords to their respective snakes. It was beautiful. So if you go to the concert tonight, just realize, Sean and I did all the work and the actual crew just stood back and respected our greatness! We also talked with Derek Webb...