Whether you just did a line or just started your career at the DEA, you can not deny that George Jung is one of the smartest and most successful businessmen of all time. Be careful though; watching this movie will make you want to become a drug dealer/mobster/gangster and if you follow through with this desire, you may land yourself in prison. That is my official warning.

However, if you want to take your chances, you will experrience a fantastic movie, complete with the acting, directing, and producing that you would expect from a mult-million dollar hollywood film. It is a bit long, but it completely draws you in and time flies by. If you want something a little bit different than you are used too, but still not too different to the point you can’t understand it, check this one out (or download it). It will be worth the $5.

Boiler Room

Another great flick that focuses on business and business success. In fact, most of the movies mentioned in this article have to do with business, as do most motivational movies in general. Most of the business ventures carried out in this movie also fall into the not-so-legal category. I guess that seems to be a recurring theme with me…

Vin Disel may be another reason to (or not to?) watch this movie. Really, he’s not that bad, why do people hate him so much? On a more focused note, this movie really is a great Saturday evening flick to watch, maybe not for a date but just hanging out with some friends, especially if you work in finance/trading.

August

This movie focuses on two young brohters, one single and cocky, the other married and shy, whose start-up company is going to shit. The movie focuses on how they are able to get through this seemingly impossible time…or do they get through it at all? Either way, while this film may not keep you on the edge of your seat, it will motivate you, and after all that’s what you’re look for right?

My favorite line (typed from memory, so don’t quote me): “What is the cost of NOT owning a jet?”

The way to go about making people stop using the word “gay” would be to introduce a new word that catches on. Already “wack” has caught on, decreasing the usage of “gay” significantly. A commercial about not saying gay only brings attention to the word, and I would be very surprised if we did not see the a significant rise in the usage of this word.

The Ad Council is partially government funded, meaning you and I pay for these ridiculous commercials. Just visit their campaign page and check out the list of projects which have been put on public television as commercials. Some of them–or even most of them–make sense and sound like great issues that need exposure. However, if you actually go further in depth and check out the commercials and ads for these seemingly awesome campaigns, you will realize that they have all been carried out in a completely ineffective way. If you want to get through to teens about smoking/drinking/saying “gay”, maybe you should hire a teen who smokes, drinks, and says “gay”, because I guarantee he knows what it is like and might be able to get a message through to these kids.

To take action, write a letter to your Senator/Representative discussing the reasons why Ad Council funding should be completely cut-off and the organization destroyed all together. Don’t just sit on the couch with your thumb up your ass and your other hand in the Doritos bag complaining. Do something! I know I will.

To add something to this post that is related to the accumulation of knowledge, the point of the blog, I ask you to visit TED.com and watch some of the educational and entertaining videos which you can watch right in the browser, or download for viewing at a later time.

It was December of 2007 when I got the fateful call from a good friend, Sam, in the evening after dinner. He told me that he had a box of fireworks to get rid of, asking if I was able to help with his “predicament.”

“Of course!” was my default response, escaping my lips before I even had time to call it to question. So we made plans to meet up at the local WaWa gas station later that night.

Well, that time rolled around and with it—as would later come to my attention—came my old pal mischief. This may have been the night I began believing in Murphy’s Law. We met at the prearranged location along with some friends from our high school, Ian and Dan, much to my surprise. Once the usual chit-chat subsided we were off, in three separate cars—our first errata.

We pulled in to a neighborhood which had clearly just begun construction. The roads were finished, along with three or four houses, but there wasn’t much else. As Sam drove us through the residential streets looking for our citadel-de-mischief we encountered several round-a-bouts. Our second errata was not leaving to search out a different location as soon as we saw these obnoxious, law-enforcement-helping, European tragedies. Sam turned his minivan right, onto a dirt road, which we soon found out led to a path, which led to a pond. Not small nor large, this is the exact pond you would think of as the centerpiece of a nice (see: white) suburban neighborhood.

We parked the car next to the path and got out. Ian and Dan pulled up next to us. After grabbing all of the fireworks from the back seat we set out down the path. Arriving at the river, we set up shop. It was all fun and games at first; the typical teenager style of doing fireworks. You know, lighting bottle rockets in our hands and throwing them out over the river where, if we got lucky, they would plunge to their ultimate demise under the surface of this murky pond. We also discovered that if the fireworks were set off at a low enough angle relative to the surface of the water they would skip just like rocks over a lake. And so it went for, oh, about six fireworks or so, which I do realize is not many. It was that seventh rocket that sent our night into a frenzy.

This rocket was not your typical “bottle rocket.” No, this was a rocket rocket. Like a bite-sized version of one you might see NASA launch. Me and Sam decided to set up a small ramp for this one. The plan was for it to launch, fly up the ramp we had built, and go as far into the night sky as possible. Except our plan failed when it went just a little bit too far. We didn’t know it at first…at first it was cool. The small rocket flew over the pond at about twenty to thirty feet in the air—not too high. It went all the way into the forest that surrounded the pond and exploded into a shower of green sparks. We all cheered and pumped our fists. Just then a spark shot up from the forest floor. Then another. After the second I could have sworn I saw a small flame dancing in the distance.

“Yep, it’s getting bigger,” I said. We all agreed that there was only one thing to do in this situation. Run. No, we didn’t run to the fire to put it out, and yes, I know that is what we should have done, but what the hell did we know? We were just a couple of high school seniors. We ran back down the path that led to our cars. We threw the fireworks in the back seat once more and took off like Batman out of his cave. We decided to meet up back in my neighborhood at Festival Park.

It took about five minutes to get to Festival and we all just stood by our cars (mine was still at WaWa) and talked about what had just happened. We then agreed we should do another of those rockets. Right where we were, in my neighborhood. What could happen, right? So this time we prepare the cars—open the doors, face them towards the street, and start the engines. Me and Ian are picked to light this one, so we go do our thing. As soon as it lights we sprint to our cars and begin to drive away, as we look back through the windows at the beautiful and extremely loud explosion of color that takes place about one-hundred feet up in the navy blue sky.

We meet once again at WaWa, where Ian and Dan tell us that they are going to meet up with some girls. That’s fine, me and Sam are just going to drive by the pond and make sure the fire went out. It hadn’t. As we pulled parallel to the pond, on the main road with the round-a-bouts, not yet even making the effort to turn up the dirt road, we could see everything was not OK. The fire was about 100-200 yards long (1-2 football fields) and it’s tall flames were easily visible from the street.

After a short debate of whether or not to call 911, we decided to skip the call and go straight to our houses, praying that the prediction for rain the next day was accurate. At this point we each had our own cars so we parted ways, both of us checking the local fire dispatch channels as soon as we got home. “Please don’t let anyone die in that fire,” is all I kept thinking.

The next morning I immediately checked CNN.com after getting out of bed. The top headline read, “Man Dies in Forest Fire.” Oh my God, I’m a murderer. After glancing over the article I realized that this man had been killed in California. OK, my heart can continue beating again. It rained later that afternoon.

Two weeks after we started the uncontrollable fire we decided to go back and check out it’s damage. Much to our surprise it hadn’t climbed or destroyed any trees. It had only scorched the ground and reached about one foot up the base of each tree. Talk about lucky.

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1. Converting AVI to DVD in Linux
2. Setting up a LAN file server running Ubuntu
3. Making that file server accessible from anywhere
4. Making bank during the recession
5. Diggnation clip show

If more come up before Sunday, they will also be added.

The main themes of this site is Security, Hacking, Linux, occasionally Mac, but NEVER Windows. In the coming days and weeks I will be posting some interesting articles that I have already begun working on, so stay tuned for those. Pardon the very un-customized WordPress theme, that is also coming. A couple of the articles you can expect are: 1. Hacking WEP with Slackware and aircrack-ng, 2. A link round-up to some of my favorite posts by other bloggers, and 3. Random post of DIY projects pertaining to Linux and Hacking.

Just to give you a little on who I am so the title is not completely decieving:

Things I dislike:

1. I despise Microsoft
2. I think the United States is entirely too corporate
3. I voted for Obama, but can’t believe he picked up Tom Perelli
4. I hate Tom Perelli
5. I hate the RIAA
6. I hate when people misuse the word “literally”

Things I like:

1. Obama
2. Linux (especially Slackware)
3. Mac
4. Firefox
5. The Linux CLI
6. Fluxbox
7. Hacking
8. My Asus eee 1000HA
9. My MacBook
10. My iPhone
11. My Slackware box

Thank you for your time and please bookmark Scribute so you catch some of these great articles. Otherwise, just keep stumbling until you hit us again .

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