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I am about to devour you…
Killing my MySpace
Hello Friends,
After years of having a MySpace account, I have chosen to kill mine. This decision comes out of many reasons, primarily of which, well, MySpace just sucks. For a long time I felt as though MySpace would somehow help me to market myself and stay connected with more people better, but the fact of the matter is that it just doesn’t.
MySpace stands behind poor planing, bad design, and bad development. Those are attributes which I no longer choose to endorse.
So, in the matter of 24 hours, I will be closing my MySpace account and will bring it to its death.
In fact, I am making a call for action, and I encourage you to do the same. For those of you who decide to close your MySpace account along with me, I will dedicate my time to you for answering any sort of questions you may have on getting set up on a Facebook account or Facebook group, page, etc. as well as Twitter. These tools I have found to be far more valuable in marketing and making worthy connections.
Sincerely,
Bingle (Killing MySpace since 2009)
A Very Merry Unauthorized Scientology Pageant
Tonight alongside Tnarg and Smaldo I attended Stray Cat Theatre’s presentation of A Very Merry Unauthorized Scientology Pageant.
It has been quite a while unfortunately since I have gone to a theatre performance, and I can’t even remember the last time I went to a show performed by children. As Tnarg put it, it was just the perfect amount of cheesiness and well- the name pretty much says it all.
Scattered with an amazing collection of facts regarding L. Ron Hubbard and how the Church of Scientology was formed- I felt as though my moments of laughter (which were abundant) were so wrong but so RIGHT. Plus, I don’t think I’ve ever been so educated about all of the various science fiction books that L. Ron had written. Typewriter in the Sky I would have to say was my favorite.
The alien scene as I will refer to it featured a great robot costume- although, I think they could have made use of the one that Smaldo sported for Halloween.
Lastly, tonight made me think about how when watching children’s theatre there is little judgement and more enjoyment. Missed lines, dance mistakes, bad musical timing and broken characters just bring that extra smile to your face.
If you have time- I definitely suggest checking this play out before it closes on Saturday December 20th. http://www.straycattheatre.org/scientologypageant
Rock Band Chick
That’s right folks. I am officially a Rock Band Chick. You can find me throughout the Phoenix-metro area hosting evenings of fun at various venues with Gamers Combat Zone. If you aren’t familiar with Rock Band, check out:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Band_(video_game)
Right now I am hosting the M-Th nights:
- Mondays at 8:00 pm The Library Bar and Grill 501 South Mill Ave Tempe AZ 85281 480-929-9002
- Tuesdays at 7:00 pm Hail Mary’s Food, Spirits and Sports 1402 S Priest Dr Tempe AZ 85281 480-377-8971
- Wednesdays at 9:00pm Famous Sam’s Sports Restaurant 720 West Ray Rd. Gilbert, AZ 85233 480-899-9804
- Thursdays at 8:00pm Dark Horse Sports Bar and Grill 4929 W. Ray Rd. Chandler, AZ 85266 480-753-4772
They also do Friday and Sat nights and you can see the full schedule here: http://www.gamerscombatzone.com/events.html
It is extremely fun and best of all- you don’t need any fancy skills to come out and play. And if you do have those fancy skills- you can show them off in all your glory to prove what a true “keeg” you are. Go Fire Hamsters!
How I want to die
Yes- I realize that this is a morbid title to a post- but this topic actually comes up more often than you would expect it. Everyone always asks the question- how do you want to die? To be honest, the first thought that comes in my mind is not how I want to die- but rather how I do not want to die. I don’t want to be 90 some years old with my respirator dragging behind me trying to make my way to my medicine to retrieve my morning set of pills- only to trip, fall and not be able to get up. I also don’t want to have a tragic death such as a five car pile up on the freeway where people feel obligated to put flowers on the side of the road on the anniversary of my death every year thereafter. And when I do die- one thing is for sure- I don’t want to be buried in the ground where worms and bugs can then proceed to feed on my decaying carcass and turn it into their place of residence for who knows how long.
I would rather leave this world in a Bingle-like fashion, stupefying and perplexing everyone, and hearing echos of “That was the way Bingle would have wanted it” following me to wherever it is that I go afterwards.
Spontaneous human combustion. Yes. Spontaneous human combustion.
It’s perfect- mysterious, unexplainable, unexpected.
Wikipedia describes it as:
Spontaneous human combustion (SHC) refers to the belief that the human body sometimes burns without an external source of ignition. There is much speculation and controversy regarding SHC, for it is not a proven natural phenomenon. Many theories and hypotheses have attempted to explain how SHC might occur, but those which rely on current scientific understanding say that instances mistaken for spontaneous combustion actually required a source of ignition. One such hypothesis is the “wick effect“, in which the clothing of the victim soaks up melted human fat and acts like the wick of a candle. Another possibility is that the clothing is caused to burn by a discharge of static electricity. The likelihood that truly spontaneous human combustion actually takes place is remote, due to the presence of water and the lack of highly flammable compounds and oxygen in the human body.[1]
More here
I hope that after my spontaneous combustion, I am given a cool nickname like Mary Reeser did as “The Cinder Lady”. Mary was also born in 1884, and I in 1984- funny coincidence?