Definitely the Joker! No question in my book!

I spent some time teaching myself web design. Since then, I've been keeping up with a lot of the happenings around the web regarding new web technologies and the like. Here's an article about the possible future of the internet. Since we spend so much time on it, I think that maybe some of us will be interested in this right? I'll post the link to the article, for those of us who actually read stuff. I'll also embed the movies about some of the web's future possibilities below just in case you could care less about the article but just want to see wtf I'm talking about. The last time I tried to embed more than one video on a post it was a disaster; let's see what happens now.

Here's the article...

http://www.sitepoint.com/blogs/2008/08/06/mozilla-to-designers-help-us-create-the-future-web/

Here are the videos...obviously

Dont know how many of u know about this site but it's super cool. Check it out when u hav a chance...

http://www.uncannyxmen.net/

Hope u guys can 4give me 4 using this site as an outlet for my sadness...

SOMBRAS NADA MAS

Javier Solís (Mexico)

Quisiera abrir lentamente mis venas

mi sangre toda verterla a tus pies

para poderte demostrar que mas no puedo amar

y entonces morir despues

Y sin embargo tus ojos azules

azul que tiene el cielo y el mar

siguen cerrados para mi sin ver que estoy

aqui muriendo en mi soledad

Sombras nada mas acariciando mis manos

Sombras nada mas en el temblor de mi voz

Pude ser feliz y estoy en vida muriendo

y entre lagrimas viviendo el pasaje

mas horrendo de este drama sin final

Sombras nada mas entre tu vida y mi vida

Sombras nada mas entre tu amor y mi amor

Que breve fue tu presencie en mi vida

Que tibias fueron tus manos, tu voz

Como luciernaga llego tu luz

y dicipo las sombras de mi rincon

y yo quede como un duende temblando

sin el azul de tus ojos de mar

que siguen cerrados para mi sin ver

que estoy aqui muriendo en mi soledad

Sombras nada mas acariciando mis manos

Sombras nada mas en el temblor de mi voz

Pude ser feliz y estoy en vida muriendo

y entre lagrimas viviendo el pasaje mas

horrendo de este drama sin final

Sombras nada mas entre tu vida y mi vida

Sombras nada mas entre tu amor y mi amor.

For those who don't speak spanish, here's the loose translation from babelfish...

SHADES NOTHING MAS Javier Soli's (Mexico) Everything wanted to open to my veins my blood slowly to spill it on your feet for poderte to demonstrate that but I cannot love and then to die despues And nevertheless your blue eyes blue that have the sky and the sea follow closed for my without seeing that I am aqui dying in my solitude Shades nothing but caressing my hands Shades nothing but in the tremor of my voice I could be happy and I am in life dying and between tears living the horrible passage but on this drama without end Shades nothing but between your life and my life Shades nothing but between your love and my love That brief it was your is present at in my life That lukewarm was your hands, your voice As luciernaga I arrive your light and dicipo the shades of my corner and I stay as duende shaking without the blue one of your eyes of sea that follow closed for my without seeing that I am aqui dying in my solitude Shades nothing but caressing my hands Shades nothing but in the tremor of my voice I could be happy and I am in life dying and between tears living the horrible passage but on this drama without end Shades nothing but between your life and my life Shades nothing but between your love and my love.

I must confess that I haven't read too much about this yet. One of my co-workers just ran into my office raving about it and showed a bunch of us how it worked. It actually looks really cool and intuitive. I'll be doing more research on it and posting details as I learn them.

Sumtimes I wish I wuzzent so gangstah. Don't get mad.

Summer 1979, my stupid ass sister, who was 8 years older than me, was supposed to be watching me while my mother went to do I don't know what the heck. Let it be noted before I go any further that you should never leave your 3 year old son in the care of your stupid ass eleven year old daughter. N E way back to my story...so it's halloween 1979 in the ghetto hood in Miami and I see some fool, across the street from me, dressed up in a HULK costume (but of course, I thought it was actually our favorite green goliath. So while my dear ol' sis is eating sh*t with her freind, I start to cross the street b/c...DAMN!! the HULK is over there and I have to say hi to him. I start to make my way accross the busy ghetto miami street, following the one who I believe, as a 3 year old, mind you, can protect me from the notorious test of the emergency broadcast system. For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm reffering to, back in the dayz, the emergency broadcast system used to run this annoying beeping sound, while an ugly ass lower 3rd would run from right to left on your turn knob TV with instructions on what to do in case of a disaster. So I start to cross the busy street and luckily dodging car after medioker late 1970's american car, I finally stop about threee quarters of the way across b/c all of a sudden I have an itch. My ankles are itching. What the hell is going on? I look down to see what the crap is going on, and I see a pile of fire ants swarming around my little 3 year old ankles and feet. I didn't know what the hell to do, so I just bent down to scratch and pick the ants off of me so I can go hang with my dog the HULK. Now, needless to say, but I will anyway, when a 3 year old is crossing a busy street and bends down to scratch his ankles, he might be hard to see. Of course I don't have any previous knowledge of this fact since I'M the 3 YEAR OLD!!! So I hear something, I'm not quite sure what the heck it is. I don't know what a car speeding at you sounds like so I look up and guess what I see - yeah headlights! Next thing I remember is was being put on a stretcher and my mom was whoopin my sister's ass...ah the good ol' dayz...so what did I benefit from this experience you ask, wait, you didn't ask...are you sure...cuz I could've sworn...that wasn't you you say...okay so I guess I really do have dillusional paranoia due the head trauma I recieved from the accident. DAMMIT!! And here I was sure that you were just eating sht with me. But then again sht is not very tasty. So as a result of all of this we have a huge Incredible HULK fan who has to take medication for Bipolar Disorder. Dam if you take just a quarter of the 100mg Seroquel with a little bit of beer you'll be flying for hours but if you go to sleep you might never wake up. I usually need a wrecker to come and hoist me up out of my bed for church...So hope you enjoyed this candid look into the fucked up world that's my life. Oh don't worry, I'm used to it. And by the way, no matter what they say, I had no idea what I was doing when I shattered his larynx. Neat lil' trick I learned from a Navy Seal friend of mine. See u around...BTW, Al Gore is a fruit, I was the one who invented the internet. Dr. Strange's name was actually Orderly Peculiar's name before we met and Truman Capote was actually a hetero!!! HAH JUST KIDDING Y'ALL, he was always known as Dr. Strange. C U Around BEEEEEEEEEE-ITCH!!!

Wow! This is crazy. MJ, Lois or Black Canary?! Damn! Of course I'd go with MJ. Guess Peter's out and ol' Booster's in baby!!! On the first try too baby!! Nice!!! Wish I had more to say about it but I just want to bask right now. (Friend says)-- Your pathetic dewd. (I respond)-- What did you say about your mom?!