Yet another reason to always carry your laptop with you:

In this video Barry (The Key) Wels demonstrates just how easy it is to open a Kensington laptop lock using a roll of toilet paper, gaffer tape, and a pen. It’s really scary to know that a roll of toilet paper is all that it takes for someone to take your laptop…

Here is a picture of my personal MAME cabinet.

My machine can also play thousands of emulated console games like Atari 2600, Nintendo/Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis and many more.

It also plays MP3’s of all my favorite 80’s songs and some of my favorite metal songs as well. My machine rocks!!!

For detailed specifications on what my MAME machine has under the hood, visit my MAME cabinet page.

Tonight I was having some Dr. Seuss fun on AIM tonight with a friend. I started, then she followed. We went back and forth… hehe gotta love late night AIM fun:

hickory dickery doc…
there is a foot in my sock
and the foot likes to talk
with my neighbors hawk
who flys down the block
and carries a big lock
hanging from his cock (hehe)
also in a sock
that goes tic-tock
and on your door it will knock
knock knock “i am the cock”
and i will stalk
the hawks big cock in the sock
who flys down the block
with a lock hanging from his cock, in the sock going “knock knock” on the door falling to the floor
crushing the whore
with his mighty cock lock pushing her through the door
and her slutty dress tore
panties falling to the floor
as if its no chore
the whore kept begging for more
but the hawk with the lock on his cock claimed he was too poor
so the whore kicked him out the door
and called him a bore
and said “don’t come around here no more”
or you’ll get real sore
then she closed the door
and nibbled on an apple core
as she bore – into her juicy fruit with her tongue
and a bird outside sung
with a pitiful lung
tweet tweet, chirp chirp, look the whore just burped
and slurped
wishing it was the hawks cock, that knocked on the door before

Step under the street light – let me see your face
There’s a madman loose in this neighborhood
He draws blood ’cause he likes the taste
Carries a knife, carries a gun
Run for your life ’cause he’s having fun
Life to him is a four-letter word
So hold your mother’s hand and hide your eyes

He talks to his own reflection
Laughs at his dirty thoughts
He’s a student of his own philosophy
He applies what he’s been taught
So he licks his lips
Pulls his fingers through his hair
Doesn’t have a reason
‘Cause he doesn’t have a care
It’s one man’s world and he’s in charge
As far as he’s concerned you’re better off dead

Don’t take candy from a madman
Don’t look too deep into his eyes
Don’t take candy from a madman
Sweet bait always lies

It’s the coldness of his blade
Deadly power of his blow
Dripping blood from wounded flesh
Insanity starts to flow
Twisted thoughts inside his head
Make it easier to kill
Fear entangled in his mind
But show it never will

As he dances with his shadow
As he feverishly grins
As he buttons up his jacket
With cold and icy hands
As he sharpens up his blade
As he laughs about his pain
As he wipes his runny nose
As he walks into your room
Goodnight

Why “heavy”? Why “metal”?

The music that stirs our Dark Selves… existed long before our feeble attempt to define it in modern English. Before it had a “name”…

It thundered down from the black skies into lifeless seas.
It came spewing from the volcano at Pompeii.
It howled in the dungeons of the inquisition.
It threw back its head and laughed at the antics of Charlie Chaplin.
It has always been ever with us… and ever shall be.

It was only when rock ‘n’ roll came along (November 1954) that we “humans” had an interface with all this nameless cosmic energy and an opportunity for some bright lad to come up with the designation “Heavy Metal”.

Some reject the phrase as too limiting. Some reject the clothing as to confining. Many refuse to comment… but admit it… isn’t there one track you put on really loud when you’re the only one home? And isn’t that just the best?

Good old nameless cosmic energy, that’s all. We call it “Heavy Metal” now but that’s just a name…

Oh look, a post with lots of anger and profanity in it:

In one ear – out the other – why bother?
This is not – for my health – it comes from anger
My bite – worse than my bark – so don’t try me
Ball and chain – stuck like a leech – untie me!

I fight – to keep my soul free
Who the fuck are you – to bark up my tree?

You take the cake – you fucking traitor – don’t talk down to me
When push – comes to shove – you’ll be on your knees
Beg for my hand – for my help – I’ll keep walking man
One time around – is all you get – so stop the cycle

I fight – to keep my soul free
Who the fuck are you – to bark up my tree?

Turn coat – walk away – don’t look back!