Yep, it sure is! Today was “Let’s-be-crazy-gambling-fools-day day” for my family. And what a day it was! But I suppose I should start from the beginning, no?

LBCGFD day all started many years ago, when, after my father would return home from a long and boring airplane flight (for work) bearing gifts of scratch-off cards.

Although I was much younger then, when my ability to distinguish awesome things from non-awesome things was still being developed, I still knew that these lotto cards were, in fact, awesome. And they are. Still.
Anyway, it ended up that what ever money we won (or didn’t win) went into a special fund, our “scratch-card” fund. Ever since, we’ve bought scratch cards on and off, eventually winning back the $15 we put into the scratch card fund to start off.

But, because all things like that end terribly wrong, we lost those $15 and all the other winnings (a grand total of maybe $20. maybe).

Today, however, we broke our 6 month scratch card hiatus at The Taste Of Chicago, (which was, by the way, delicious. can you say “I can has turkey leg?”? OM NOM NOM!) due to the very attractive booth at where, if you purchased $35 of lotto tickets, you could spin a wheel with prizes to win.
So, $35, a t-shirt (our wheel winnings), and a belly full of food later, we arrived home, ready to scratch off our cards.

We won $4 and a free $1 scratch card. Whoopie.

But, I suppose it could be worth it. We’ll see when the cards are cashed in for new cards. Who knows? We could be the next mega-millionares!

**update**

Steve McNair just died. I beleive he was shot? RIP.

Mmmm… SPAM… Everyone’s favourite canned meat product. Yes, SPAM is one of the most widely consumed foods in America… from Boyscout camping trips to the Native American reservation, every good american has had spam at one point in time in his/her life. Yes, even I, AJ Di, Professional blogger, have had a spam burger… it was ^really nasty.

Yeah.

It tasted like crap.

It was almost as bad as virtual spam, something I’ve been getting a lot of.

Yes, you may not notice it, but itsalloso has a lot of spam. Actually, you probably can’t notice it, because I am the only admin besides Jack (my partner in crime).
The interesting thing is, the spammers are getting trickier… by putting in comments that could-actually-be-real-but-probably-aren’t-because-they-don’t-pertain-to-the-topic-of-the-blog-post.
Take this one, for example, sent in by “Alex_mag”:
“Nice work! I’ll have to do a cross post on this one ”.
I read this comment and was kinda happy someone enjoyed the post and wanted to write about it. But, then I saw it was about my Twitter post (I’m sorry)(<that’s the post name). HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO A CROSS POST ON A QUICK NOTE OF BEING ON TWITTER?!?

I don’t know.
I suppose my logical thinking skills leave a lot to be desired.
Oh well, looks like I better start doing suduku.

Ah the bird…
Glorious.
Magnificent.
Beautiful.
Insightful.
Spamming.
Other Things.

Of course, we all think of different things when we hear those magnificent words, some think of something like a falcon or sparrow. Others think of the awesome flipping bird. (click here for a very funny {but explicit} video about the bird, and how to flip it {again, it’s explicit})
Still others think of the chirp, or more specifically, the TWEET of a bird (I’m referring to twitter). It happens to be that these people know of a great evil, a looming presence of doom, of technology, of constantly blocked up servers, of strange spammers that follow you, of @squarespace.
Yes it’s true. There is a great evil lurking in the depths of the clogged twitter servers. @jluebbert said that “it’s amazing how everyone who usually hates spam completely sells out just for an iphone” but then procedes to sell his soul for the promised iPhone soon there after.

For those of you who are too lame to have a twitter, actually have a twitter but don’t use it, are anti-twitter, or just have no idea what I could possibly be talking about, let’s start from the very begining….

It was on some day this past month that the large webhost Squarespace.com decided to give out 30 iphones in 30 days to 30 people over twitter. The catch? You must include #squarespace in a tweet to be entered.

So I did. I tweeted (tweeted? or twote?). 14 tweets and 3 days later, no iPhone. Thanks for nothing, squarespace. I send in such creative 140 character tweets playing off of the Oscar Meyer b-o-l-o-g-n-a song, pleading them, even trying to bargin with them. But no. Instead some guy who enters once with a crappy entry wins. yeah. I know. All my hard work for nothing.

But the thing is, I have spent too much time on it. I’m pretty sure it’s a marketing ploy by twitter to try and over crowd their servers. Because honestly, who actually uses twitter for anything other than news, some random 140 letter comedy spurts, and, of course, contests.
It also could be total bull. I mean seriously, how do they choose the winner? There are way to many people to choose from! I’m now starting to think that these “winners” have already won… hmmm… Perhaps there is no hope for me after all? or maybe there is… yeah I’ll put my money on the fact that it is.

It could, nay, will, happen.

Today’s post is about new and old techy toys that will get you beat up. In fact, some of these are so lame, they should be banished from the world. So, without further ado, the list:
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FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS
Let me apologize for not mentioning the fact that I was gone for a week-and-some-days. However, there is no cause for alarm, as Itsalloso.com’s blog is now back in service.

Sexy.

SECOND ORDER OF BUSINESS
Blog.
Actually, the blog.
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I would like to come out to you all. I, AJ, am an addict. Yes, I have an addiction. It isn’t to liquor, or drugs, no no… it is orange juice. I drink OJ like one might drink water, breathe, or blink: without thinking. Yes, I go through about 2 cartons a week, and when anyone else tries to get it from me, I cry. I HAVE A PROBLEM!!!
Apparently, someone has been trying to break my addiction, because recently, the one who does our shopping in our house, purchased an abnormally long carton of OJ. As it turns out, the reason it was so strange and long was due to the different type of OJ. Not just a small difference, like the amount of pulp, but a GIANT difference: they took out 50% of the sugar!! How dare you Tropicana ruin the name of OJ by using faux-gar (fake sugar)?? Did some demon send you a pay off? You think you can get away with this just as fresca did with the whole “this is not a diet drink thing”? Oh sure, no artificial sweeteners, but no flavor, sweetness, or juice
So it it I who must ask you: what madman purchases this consciously? Must we civil men and women live amongst those who commit such sins to the juice god? How can an evil such as this not have been made into a straight-to-dvd movie involving some sort of giant snake or Disney princess? It is an atrocity when such things go unnoticed by Hollywood.
Thankfully, most realize this evil and don’t look at the Tropicana50, for fear of burning to ashes. Justdo a google image searchfor it and see that you find but two pictures.

It is now that I must retire due to my fever from the anger brought up because of this OJ. But before I do, I will write a letter of complaint to those who soil the good name of orange juice. It shall be answered, and I shall post it on itsalloso.

This week at my school has been “fine arts week”, pretty much an excuse to get out of class and go watch musicians and dancers. To date, I have seen four shows, Talent Show A, Talent Show B, some blues band, and a percussion ensemble. Let me give you a quick rundown of each show:
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By now I’m sure all of you have seen the “Dumb Test” ads on facebook and other sites. For today’s blog I went out on the field and took this dumb test to find out how difficult this test actually was. Turns out, this test is rather easy, and it is kinda contradicting itself. When it says that around 70% (strangely enough, I can’t seem to get the pop-up) have failed the dumb test, that means that 70% are smart, because if you fail a dumb test, aren’t you smart? I just don’t understand their backwards logic. Is it, perhaps a marketing technique? But it’s not like they are trying to sell anything… I suppose it will just remain one of the world’s great mysteries. Or perhaps semi-great. But still great.

First of all, allow me to appoligize for the recent blogging hiatus, and I hope that this long blog helps make up for it.

I’ve heard that women are the most complicated creatures on the earth, and I’m starting ro see why. This past week was turnabout spirit week, which is code for a week of making ourselves look like fools. And of course, being the young freshman that I am, I decide to partake in the festivities. Sadly I missed the super comphy Tuesday, aka wear-pajamas-and-get-away-with-it-day. Wednesday I partook in “class colour day”, and wore a bitchin pair of red pants… but not jeans, these were legit pants. I will also say that they were not mine, but my 19 year old “sister”’s pants.
I must say that having girl pants sucks. You guys have tiny pockets! Where am I going to put my hands/crap I need throughout the day? How do I act nonchalant? What jerk designed the backwards zipper? I AM NOT A LEFTY!!! Zipper flaps open to the right, and it is impossible to know when to XYZ, if you know what I mean…
I suppose the moral of the story is: don’t be a crossdresser unless you hate pockets or you are a girl.

My current favourite cereal has just dissapointed me, just like so manny other boxed foods have. This is how it all went down: I was peacefully eating life cereal, when all of the sudden, I’m told that it has BHT in it. Okay, I think, what is a little preservative named after a delecious sandwhich going to do? Turns out, BHT is a known carcinogen. Why life cereal? Why? Why must your cinnamon-y goodness make my cells mutate? Is this something quaker is trying to teach me? Could this be connected to my unit in biology? I do not know if I am able to go on eating you knowing that you hate me, cereal. I understand the unit in bio, I don’t need it spoon fed to me. Stupid Quaker, go back to oatmeal.