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Alright, so I know it’s a common phrase, especially today with this fucking “YOLO” busllshit (seriously, stop abbreviating, you sound fucking ridiculous) but for the love of the gods, you only live ONCE.

Honestly, have you really ever thought about that? Not just “yeah, I guess that’s true” but like “HOLY FUCK, I GOTTA LIVE IT UP!!!!!!”

I’ve just had this epiphany about 6 months ago, and life could not be simpler. I mean really, you need to just DO IT, because you may never have another chance. And if you get hurt, oh well that’s life. If it kills you, so what we all die anyway. Just learn to say FUCK IT every once in a while.

What I’m trying to say, everyone, is this:

Measure your life not in the years you’ve lived, but in the fullness that you lived them.

May the gods watch over you

Måtte Æser ser deg

Grimnir Odinsson

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My vision is hazy and my heart is heavy, for I will not make it home.

The air is cold as I stumble towards the stream and my sword feels cumbersome. The wound in my side flows like the water over the rocks, and it is deep.

The wound in my back is deeper still.

The ground is hard as i fall to my knees next to the riverbed and i weep; not for my own death, but the death of my homeland. The warriors who come under the banner of the Christ god will not stop until our ways are forgotten and our gods left behind. I take solace in the fact that while i am dying, they are dead. I suddenly feel as though i could do with some rest and I let myself fall into the stream and shut my eyes as the cold water laps my cheek.

And as I fall into darkness, A light burns against my eyes and so I open them once more.

My vision is clear and my heart is warm

For I am home.

The air is perfect and my sword is more a part of me than my own beating heart. Where once fatal wounds had been, only scars remain.

The ground is soft as I stand on my feet again and I weep; not out of sadness, but joy. The warriors who came under the banner of the Christ god will never see what I see, never feel what I feel in this moment, and I turn to embrace the sight of that glorious mead hall. I take solace in the fact that, while my brothers and sisters are dead and dying, I will see them again in that hall. I walk towards the steps as the doors open, and a one-eyed man motions me to a seat at his table and says

Welcome Home

May the gods watch over you

Måtte Æser ser deg

Grimnir Odinsson


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Fisch Fail, INC, is still a baby, still growing, still something…infant

If we were a human baby, we would be learning to speak, and maybe eat something that didn’t have the consistency of baby food. But fuck, we’ve already moved on to tacos and alcohol… Says something about us!

Anyway, yesterday we hit a random milestone… 20,000 views (and damnit, I was going to make sure I got to make this announcement!).

So, it took us nearly a year and a half to get our first 10,000… It took us 6 months, to get our second.

Lets try and beat that record (for us) even quicker.

Tell everyone about FFI, let’s do it!

 

 

 


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Today is the day warriors of the internet. Today we fight back, we take control this is our stand and we will not back down.

For those of you who do not know, today marks the blackout day for the internet. a bunch of sites are going black including our very own FischFail Inc site. Many of the websites have already started, for us however we start in fifteen minutes.

SOPA, is a bill trying to get passed that will block websites that contain links to copyrighted material. EVEN IF YOU OWN IT!

PIPA gives your ISP and other copyright holders means to block certain websites. If your ISP has money with one search engine they may block Google for the hell of it. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN!

STAND UP AND FIGHT!

See you in 12 hours!


So here is a little story from a long time ago, a much simpler time. I didn’t have a care in the world.

Hell I was in Delray for Christ sakes, a mini community in Southwest Detroit, riddled with crime and crack heads on every corner although that’s beside the point.

A friend and I were walking the streets in search for some reefer!

We knew exactly where to get some too.

Or so we thought!

Mind you there were no street lights; you couldn’t see shit except the metal bars over the windows of houses with their lights on. Seemed to me like that’s living behind bars. (Pun intended)

Anyways, we walked a few blocks over to look for our buddy that could get us a stash quick.

Frightened slightly as we walked towards the house, yet excited at the same time, we finally arrive.

So we knocked and knocked and no answer “shit” I said “shit” now what are we going to do?

All of a sudden a man appeared from the side of the house, beer in one hand and a blade in the other.

Oh shit I thought, what the hell is happening, who is this guy? Ha it was our buddy’s dad but he was too drunk to recognize us.

He says “what the phuck you want? Why are you knockin on my door?” Now imagine someone totally wasted saying that! Really funny if you get imaginative!

Anyways back to the story

I said “Cass and I are looking for your son” and he quickly replied “who’s that”. Befuddled at this point and wondered who I was really talking to.

Well our buddy’s father quickly got annoyed by us and approached me fiercely as I stood my ground like I was going to do something haha!

Still while holding his beer he grabs his blade and places it on my thigh as if he was going to stab me. Yes! Yes! I was scared!

While I feared for my life I looked for some help, I turned to Cass but where did he go? He went to get help I know he did….. phuck no that punk was two blocks down standing behind a tree watching me from a distance. Little dick head hahaha good times.

My buddy’s dad finally took the blade off my thigh, mind you still holding that phuckin beer can and let me go. I ran away like the Michael Johnson in the 1996 Summer Olympics 200 meter dash… I am not kiddin ya!

Double record holder Michael Johnson still hol...

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Now that’s a memory I will never forget!


So it’s been a while since I have posted. The reason being I had some personal issues I don’t wish to delve into as of yet. Maybe sometime later when all the dust has settled. However, this posed me to have a LAB day of my own once I found out it’s not all that bad. I’ll post pictures after I ask this one question.

This question is what compelled me to post today. I went to take a poop today and found the toilet seat broken, again. Yes, this is not the first time the seat has been broken. So here is my question. How do Luz and Eldwardo not have interesting poop stories when these mother fuckers have broken the toilet seat not only once but twice since my residency here. Really guys? This is not a noteworthy story? I think is is.

Anyway here is my LAB day picture courtesy of Luz:

 


So, my first day of work is now over, and its been a long day. So let me get down to it.

I wake up this morning, 6am sharp (completely accidental), and walk outside for a smoke. I realize it is still quite cool, and I want to be awake, and start my day correctly. So after the smoke, I walk inside, fix myself breakfast (coffee, banana, cashews, granola, and yogurt), eat, and then change. It is now around 630am. I decide the perfect way to start this day is…

Go for a fucking swim. It was cold as hell, but totally worth it (so much so, I may do it again tomorrow). After my swim, I decide to work out a little. basic stuff really, nothing hard (besides ErinLoveTheWeb was asleep and I didn’t want to wake her). After a little while, I start to nod back off and decide to take a nap (due to shitty sleeping on my behalf as well). When I reawaken, I walk outside, and come back inside, blinded. The sun was up, and that fucker was bright (our apartment is underground, and our bedroom is in the back of the place, it’s always cool and dark back there…) I return inside until my eyes adjust a little better. That’s when I realized this is how I get to wake up everyday.

Now, I’m going to share it with you. Don’t mind the pictures, I was still half asleep when I took them, my joints weren’t wanting to function properly, and I was still partially asleep. Also, these pictures don’t do the real thing justice…

View in the morning.

This pictures do not do justice to that world that I saw this morning...

Another Morning View

Again, no justice...

Morning View

A final picture for now.

And then I got to work for the day. Now, I won’t go into details regarding that (legally, I am not allowed). So we fast forward. It is now around 5pm, and I am standing on a dock, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, kinda reveling in the day. I walk back inside and do an intense workout (ErinLovesTheWeb was gone at this point), afterwards I went shopping, and bought some random ass shit. It was good.

On a side note, I spoke to the mystery writer today, and they are currently having some computer issues, and will be posting ASAP. Also, the beloved Breeish, contacted me about writing (an article) for Fisch Fail, INC. however, I was unavailable at that time, and the article was published on her own blog instead (http://breeish.wordpress.com/), however I may still try to get it posted here, it is amazing. It looks like Fisch Fail, INC has another new author Ech13. He hasn’t started yet, but I’m sure he will soon enough, so make sure you all look out for that. It also appears that the (in)famous Eldwardo will be dropping in from time to time as a guest author. So that will also be fun.

On another unrelated side note, we are still waiting logo submissions from all of you.

On a final side note, I have started dieting and strength training again. This means that when I come back I should be able to kick Luz’s  ass, more painfully. Should be fun.

I think that is it for me and this post. I may do another short one a little later on (before bed), but who knows.