A Message to My Fans

Hello fans.

Thank you for being a fan of DJ ROBO BISCUIT.

If you are a fan and you enjoy my content then I have a simple request: Be honest.

If you like my post, then please “like” my post.   If my post is crap then feel free to comment that my post is crap and how I can improve it.

If my post is fantastic, then please share it.

Feel free to ask me questions in the comment section as well.

Thank you for being a fan of DJ ROBO BISCUIT.

Stay Fluffy!

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, March 11

Eyes On The Prize, Man’s Demise

“The Boobs were just too much for me!”

That was what I was thinking.  I was playing my match on court 7 and we had some spectators!  Sometimes I was watching the spectators more than they were watching me.

We were having a heated battle on court.   I was playing my arch-rival, Fred.   I REALLY did not want to lose to Fred.  I had a very strong feeling that if Fred were to defeat me he would take a photo and post it to Instagram and then he might also tag me on his Facebook.   I could not let this happen.

He served.  I returned.  He hit his forehand.  I stepped in and really nailed my backhand down-the-line.   Fred let out a lame grunt “ugh!” and Fred missed.   “Nice point ME!”  I say in my head.

A beautiful lady walks by.   She is wearing yoga pants and a blue top.  There is a nice bounce to her.  She has brown hair.   I begin to imagine me and this sexy but unknown woman together.   The ball flies past me.   “ACE!” Yells Fred.        Damnit.  I have lost my focus.

One of the girls watching me as a spectator takes off her jacket.   Her shirt is way too low cut and her nipple is making an appearance.  “Damn this is distracting.”  I think in my head.    Meanwhile the match is occurring but I am totally out of sorts.

I get my head together and get myself back into the match.   I get a little bit hot and begin to win more points.    As I am getting my rhythm a group of ladies walk by.   They are all wearing tennis clothes and had finished their match.   There was a beautiful blonde girl with bouncing hair and short spandex pants.   “Is this my future wife?   Should I play mixed doubles with her?   I wonder if we will have a family together?”   My mind was racing but I had taken my eyes off the prize.    ZING!   The ball flies past me.  “ACE!” yells Fred.

I was truly having a hard time focusing on court.  I just kept on fantasizing about these beautiful women.  It is so hard to focus on balls when you just love boobs so much.

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

Showing Respect to Aaron Swartz

He was a prodigy and a genius.   Rest in Peace to Aaron Swartz.   Cause of Death: Suicide.

One man who collaborated with Swartz once said: “I have never worked with someone who could operate ON THE LEVEL that he could.”   He was saying that Swartz had the amazing power of an ultimate level programmer/coder and the ambition of a hardcore activist for change.

He began working with computers at a young age!  He was a great worker when it came to “RSS” (whatever that is)    HOWEVER, he was collaborating with GROWN ASS MEN and they would e-mail Aaron and ask him questions etc etc etc and they were impressed but he would not come to the face-to-face meetings to which Swartz said: I am a 15 year old kid so my mom won’t let me come.      They were blown away, they wanted to meet him even more and they were impressed by his skill and his level of work!

Swartz was one of the key players and original powerhouses when it came to REDDIT.  Thank you Aaron Swartz for your work with Reddit!

Aaron Swartz was a powerhouse and a brilliant mind.   It is truly sad that he committed suicide because I FEEL that he could have been a force for change similar in strength to Che Guevara or Nelson Mandela.  Swartz had that kind of power and force to him.

I recommend the movie:  “The Internet’s Own Boy:  The Story of Aaron Swartz.” (very fascinating film)

Stay Fluffy my friends

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT