Going to Work for SUBWAY: Part 1

what a bunch of assholes...

MySpace's Growth is its Own Undoing

"It got too fake," 18 year old Summer Stoker said. "You have all these people saying they want to be your friend. It's just a waste of time."

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Screenshot of Fold (http://www.fold.com)

Screenshot of Fold (http://www.fold.com)
Originally uploaded by axelwolf.

a model to watch...

Glen Eagles snowy morning Nov 05 (3)

Glen Eagles snowy morning Nov 05 (3)
Originally uploaded by paynepaynejr.

This is unreal. i just finished watching the olympics and turned the sound off. its silent in my apt except for this snoring sound on the porch... i ignored it for a while but eventually, it became too consistent to write off. so i got up and looked out the window and though the light was on, i couldnt see anything. so i opened the door and there nestled on my shoes was a little coon sleeping. he/she looked up at me and i quickly closed the door again. amazingly, he returned to his snoring state and i was left back in the apt loving listening to this little beast out there sawing timber.

who kicked that dude?

grandpa. he's in the hospital now. this was like 40 years ago. got hit in the face with a ski in aspen. (when you fall, dont turn around and look uphill).

ok, so the key this weekend is to get more arms around the elements of community that we want to incorporate in the site. how do we do this without launch? shit, i'm into this and i want to get this thing going and let my people build it.

who like wine here?

this is my sister about 30+ years ago. isn't she adorable?

i made friends with my fast today. yeah, rode around in the rain on my Duc. the best. ate pizza, scared some beatch on the sidewalk. gee. why dont people like motorcycles on the sidewalk?

now watching some skating thing. really dull. but i am avoiding going out to see some nearly dead people celebrate some nearly dead guy's birthday with some nearly vain rich girl sort of in the scene where i met my dearest x. no fucking thanks jacko.

battery is dying, need to plug in, or maybe i should shut the fugger down.

now that i kicked it, is a dinosaur gonna stomp me?

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Originally uploaded by paynepaynejr.

i'm so fuggin cheap that i just grabbed my old marrimeko duve and wrapped it around my stolen aeron chair to stop the shivvvvVVVvering. i'm running the printer overtime because it seems to throw off a little heat. when it dies, i bust it up with the slugger and light a little fire in the corner. i purged my screen saver on the other shitbox PC of any winter scenes. only summer now, and the occaisional naked chick (hey i've got 000's of photos and who's got time to organize?) not me, i have important information to blog and music to listen to and wishes about lots of money to wish and dreams and research about those dreams of expensive cars i need. does salsa burn?

so am debating putting a $450 conference on my credit card. web 2.0 chest pounding thing i guess. why is it at microsoft? why not the go-kart track? seems these geeks are selling out a little early.

how do i convince my developer to work for the literal equivelent of toilet paper. its actually only figurative because we dont even have equity parsed out. so if i give him some sheets of paper that say 'shares' that'd be the equivelent to what i've got now. damn lawyers are expensive and taxes even more so. so incorporating and all that crap has gotta wait.

so does the rest of this, i have to take (another) nap.

bye

mason flooded

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Originally uploaded by paynepaynejr.

scuse me... m just chocking down a nick's crispy tacos enchilada. got me one of them carnitas versions with sour creams, mmmm. go there, they're on polk and broadway in rouge.

quite frankly the weather outside is driving me in(sane). its cold, fucking cold, that SF cold that overwhelms the shitty forced air heating and makes your house temp go up and down like a yoyo. ansel, the landman around here was looking at my porch this morning and i commented that it was cold. in his crumdgeonly way he told me 'its fucking winter son'. so it is, so it is.

(remember that the last post was soooo boring. well on my way now to the same)

ok the point of all this is that i just dropped off a presentation at a friend's house and then went back to butter the fucker up with a little wine next to the presentation. it was already gone, maid musta grabbed it. why do i feel that i'm entitled to his money? i'm not, i'm just another muthafucka trying to build a web company with some otha joka and i'm sure he sees this crap all the time.

but seriously, you have a good idea, you build a good team, then you go out for the biggest reaming of your life. shit, i need to concentrate on building this thing, no time to waste, yet thats what all this feels like, a big waste. tons of time babysitting the printer, binding the damn presentations, then bending over at the post office to pay through the nose for shit thats probably gonna get there weeks later. i can't afford fricken fedex so i'm praying that my tax dollars are gonig to work this time.

is it a chicken and egg thing? i mean when someone says, 'i'd like to see what it looks like' and you have no money for develoipers, what do you do? i was thinking of a skit, freeform the thing. kind a do the world with us and then the poor deprived world without us.

awww c'mon, we're not asking for zillions here, just a small chundk to get off the ground.

i'll give you my right leg (fucking knee is useless anyway)

i like droning bloggers as much as i like stabbing myslef between my toes so i'll shut up now.

somewhere, sometime, in somertime

Government Trail to West B'milk Sept 05 116
Originally uploaded by paynepaynejr.

blogging is fucking hard. i want to unleash creativity, but i've been so bolixed up. i'll try later, i have nothing to say. fuck...