The Pentagon is currently sowing the seeds for the first Terminator movie. If you are warm-blooded, mortal, or have an aversion to flying bullets and metaldeath, this could be bad news for you:
Seriously, this is just step one. Here's the full article. Sure, it's touch screen controlled now, but full automation and human killing instincts are just around the corner. Hopefully.
On a lighter note, this next movie is the best thing you will ever see. It makes me want to travel back in time more than anything ever. It's 17 seconds of perfection. It is basically "happy" and "stoked" in a can.
And, for those who care, our trails are getting a major facelift. Everything is getting, how you say, big?
The bad news for everyone is that there will probably only be one line running this year, because we are putting a lot of work into the main line and none into the other ones.
The good news is that the main line is going to be amazing. No brake checks, no excess speed, lots of boost, and some very tall, very long gaps. Every lip and landing is going to be about twice as big. There will be six really, really, really cool jumps, and two really, really, really fun berms.
Tex, I hope you approve:
I hope you're all ready for some hangtime this summer. And yes, that lip will be getting steeper. A lot steeper.
Also, I have a Darth Vader t-shirt, which is cooler than whatever you're wearing right now.
I have literally no idea what this is, but I think I like it:
This, however, is the Turbo Encabulator:
And this is our new landing:
I was at my friend Andrew's house, minding my own business trying to post the poultrygeist video on TEAM ROBOT. For one hour I have to listen to a random girl, not a member of the house, speaking in a low murmur across the room.
Having this blog post already on my screen, it became a medium to communicate to Andrew how retarded this girl was. This is what I ended up typing:
"Whenever I talk to someone on the phone and it's not going to be quick, I go somewhere else. Listening to her stupid f$^&ing conversation is going to make me kill either me or her."
"Kill sequence engaged. Why the f%^$ is she talking in such an annoying low murmur? Does she know to be embarrassed about her retarded conversation, but she just doesn't have the good sense to leave? Holy crap."
Real quotes from the stupid conversation I have to listen to, obviously with her boyfriend. Please note that little/nothing was actually communicated:
"Just say something... so basically I have to wait a couple months?"
"What's it going to be... yeah... okay, but if you're going to be this way, I don't understand"
"Like what... so. let's not judge this by what you said. I don't understand."
Further aside to Andrew:
"P.S. she totally walked out exactly when I showed you the photo of the little girl crying on the phone."
Total elapsed time of conversation at time of me going to bed:
One hour, thirty five minutes.
Total elapsed time of me trying to fall asleep on couch, hearing conversation crystal clear through a wall: