Nice and high and far apart
Just like they said
I built this place with broken parts
Just like they said
You chip away the old version of you
You'd be surprised at what you can do
I'm safe in here
Irrelvant
Just like they said
My voice just echoes off these walls
My voice just echoes off these walls
You feel me breathe
I am watching you
I see it all
The many ways you can get to me
I see them all
I see the hell you put yourself through
All the things I could do
(if I wanted to)
My voice just echoes off these walls
My voice just echoes off these walls
I don't need anything at all
My voice just echoes off these walls
And I just slowly fade away
And I just slowly fade away
And I just slowly fade away
Fade
Fade
Fade
Fade
Fade
Fade
Fade
You will never ever ever ever get to me in here
You will never ever ever ever get to me in here
You will never ever ever ever get to me in here
You will never ever ever ever get to me in here
I don't think this came out the way I wanted, in fact, I'm pretty sure I went way off-point, but fuck it. I got to put on my Internet tough Guy shoes and wear an Onion on my belt for a bit.
There's a bit of a tizzy going on with STLbloggers, And people are pissed about it. I'm not going to get into large detail over it, as you can Easily go get the jist of what peoples' general opinions are about it in the comments, or here, or Here. Either of those last two links will get Send you on a myriad of other links so you can gather what the local Blogging community thinks about the issue.
here's my perspective.
I don't fool myself into thinking that I'm ever going to be good enough to get paid to do this thing full-time. It's a lovely dream to chew on from time to time, but when it comes to content, and..ahem... Timeliness, I'm not so hot sometimes. I repeat myself, tend to whine and bitch about oh-so-important things, and typo like I'm drunk trying to piss and never bother to clean up the mess. I'm a-okay with that, too. For the pittance of money I pay yearly, I get:
1. a place on the internet where I can divulge into my more voyeurstic side... Anyone who is willing can stop by and take a peek at what's running, or has ran, in my head. Maybe they'll find out something they didn't know and go "gfee, hmm... this kit's pretty alright", or more likely, they go "yup. still crazy as shit." whichever.
3. A place where I can satisfy my delinquent urge to shout profanities in the public wihtout getting arrested, pissing off soccer moms, or look like a crazy homeless guy.
I don't charge, or sell ads on my site for several reasons. The foremost being an ethos I still try to hold to: That Information longs to be free. you can thank Steven Levy for putting that in my head at a young, impressionable age. Yes, yes, i know, the net dosen't work like that anymore, web 2.0 web 2.0 RAH RAH SIS BOOM BAH. Other reasons are pretty much along the lines of quality of work, and the fact that some part of me would feel wrong if i made money off saying "fuck' 50+ times in an "article". Also, I can be rather petty and offensive, and that dosen't usually set well with advertisers.
There's a bit of feng shui worked in there, too: I like simple, easily presentable designs(yet I don't go back and correct the typos and copypaste mistakes, and that makes me a hypocrite!), and having complete control over what is on my page and how it is presented. I know there are ways you can do taseful ads without letting them take over your site, but I'd just as soon not deal with the beast altogether for now.
I answer to no one on here. I like that feeling.
Anyway, the point I'm wanting to make is that there is a threat of content being taken out of context and published on other sites where essentially money can be made off content they did not create, with or without owner consent. again, others have said it better than I can. As I said on STLbloggers, it's not happened to me because either I'm not important enough, or no one's stupid enough to try. I like to believe the latter, but realize it's probably the former.
Again, that's absolutely fine by me.
And part of me shouldn't even really care. Even befor i moved away, I never really considered myself in tight with the STL area blogging community. I prefer to remain on the outer edge. Not because I'm trying to come off as some sort of elitist snob, or that I get the feeling that I'm unwelcome within the community, it's Just a habit I picked up growing up. Nonetheless, I do consider myself part of it in some form, and I do care what happens to other local bloggers, so I find myself wondering what I should say in support of them. And that's where i get a bit tongue-tied. I know i'm not really something that many people want(or are willing) to link to due to the Nature of the site, so i find myself wondeering if I should even speak up.
I do, however, have to consider the fact that it is a possiblity that something like this could happen to me. So, in closing, allow me to leave a tale of caution.
I run this site as a labor of love. i allow(and want!) people to read it, if they so choose. I do have myself listed on a couple of services that I ping when I update becuase it suits my fancy.
If i were to find my stuff being updated elsewhere that isn't my site, and without my permission... that will be bad.
very bad.
I'll post the Pain Series, Last Measure, The Power 5, Rickrolls, Fifty-Hitler posts, you name it. I'll scorch the very earth I worked, and pull down the pillars of my own palace.
I wanted to post this like, two weeks ago, but I seem to be having all kinds of trouble keeping up on a regular basis. I hate not staying regular this this stuff because i end up forgetting anything cool that has happened in the past week. The ast thing I want you to do is think that I am ignoring you. I'm really not trying to, I'm just having problems with time.
So, the reunion came and went. Nothing special to talk about. I got trashed, and ended up getting talked into going out to cotton's, which lasted for about ten minutes. I had a bottle of water while I was out there, and called in a chip for someone to come get me as I was uncomfortably Drunk(i.e. I was about to eject all that prescious beer I drank). Was good to see people I haven't seen in a long time, and i wish i would have had the foresight to get some phone numbers off of people so I could call them up at drunk o' clock in the morning.
Okay, I'm lying. There is something that did happen at the reunion that I was glad that happened.
I settled the past with a couple.
It had been something that has been more or less unsaid for about the last six months to a year, but we went ahead and made it offical. I always imagined it being much more cataclysmic as that seems to be my style with dealing with exes, but it really wasn't. there was catching up with each other families, how shitty our old places of work are becoming, lamenting on how Brandocrap dosen't work further south, how much i miss playing spades and getting fucked over by said Brandocrap, all intersparced with much needed doses of getting shit off my chest, burying the axe and starting the process of letting it rust.
cybrpunk is doing some zombie fiction of his own. I'm waiting for day 3. maybe if all three of my faithful go over there, he'll keep with it. come on readers, I feed on this zombie stories and if Neil had any other way than paypal, I would totally have long since made my donation to up my allowed reads per week. Anyway, boring shit for the most of you, I'm sure.
Once again had a run-in with another guy who was helping the poor people who are stuck in the 3rd world country of Japan. This time, I didn't get asked if I knew where Japan was, though. Still had the same flier with LARGE INSPIRATIONAL WORDS on it, though. No chintzy bracelets this time, though.
Since I'm running familar ground, I'm going to go ahead and call North a flat-out liar(P.S. I like you, seriously), as No ID girl came in yet again and failed to produce an ID. Except now she's almost 23 and can't believe that I'm still carding her. boo fucking hoo. If she would have had her ID this would all be done and over with by now, but carrying an ID in her white trash daisy dukes along with her cash is appearantly too fucking complicated of a concept for her. Or, MAYBE she's a Sleeper Cell terrorist that is looking to bomb the Rend Lake Dam now that the lake has become a Wonder of Illinois, complete with David Phelps and Ken Gray singing God Bless America. Which I don't understand at all. I mean, I get why Gray was there, and politicians in general, but WTF with the patriotic hymn? I mean, God and Jesus didn't create it, it's man-made. poorly, I might add. but hey, it's drinkable and it gives me a place to go when I'm pissed off and want to be alone. I'll save my "I'm not a Lake Engineer but this is FUBAR'd" critique for another blog.
ANYWAY, back to NO ID girl, If I knew her name(which I don't because, well, you should be able to figure that out), I'd totally nominate her for the female catagory of the 1st annual " Livingdead's Customers Who Deserve Centipedes in thier Vagina and/or Dickhole" award. I already have a very good front runner for the Female category though with another demonic bitch of a customer. Maybe she's a shemale and I need to expand my categories. Anyone willing to take one for the team and find out? I won't tell if you won't.
Also, remember the 90's flowchat? I found out where that came from. Go check it out if you're into geek humor and stick figures. I'll stick it into Linkage soon enough. as soon as I find time. Also, photo album is seriously needing to be added(which I know by now is turning into a long running joke, but like Zapp Brannigan, I do plan to finish someday).
As Commentors know, I had to turn on the "approval required" option for commenting a while back to combat blog spam. I'm cautiously glad to report that i haven't been spammed at all in the last week and a half. I would love nothing more than to let down the gaurd and allow anything to go through without approval, but before I do... I want to hear how anyone else who has had this problem has been faring. I know most people on bloghorn have thiers taken care of almost automagically, but if you run a blog and could spare some time to drop a comment or an email, let me know.
boy, did I go on a rambling yarn. covered a lot of ground. Time for sleepzors. Or warcraftzors. or further hacking apart my chocolatezors. Or maybe doing something useful with all the spare computer parts I got laying around. Zors.
Work is work.
I nearly renounced my Atheism on account of a customer who just wouldn't leave.
I really have to try to like people sometimes.
Love life sucks, still and seemingly forever.
My Walls have been rebuilt.
Spent 5000 fake dollars gambling in my fake life.
I lost 20 bucks of my very real money.
That was a bad idea.
I wanted to do an April Fool's Update.
I didn't have time.
Next Year, flag semaphore.
Maybe.
Brandocrap would shove Jesus for A chance with Kari Byron.
I would murder all of you if I had the same chance.
Or even for a passable look-a-like.
I'm Morally Questionable.
I don't mind that so much anymore.
My Throskie is only a 63 :( and wears outdated gear. Year Zero is absoludicriously fucking awesome.
You knew I would say that.
Alanis Morissete does My Humps.
you've probably Seen it.
Tori Amos does Raining Blood.
You should hear the Classic first.
I'm a future 419 Scam victim.
I could go on and on.
Getting the fuck outta here on a one day trip.
All work and no play something something something.
Here, I Haven't done one of these in nearly forever. Enjoy.
Read/Watch/Listen/Play:
Promise of the Witch-King; R.A. Salvatore. 300; Gerard Butler, Rodrigo Santoro, Vincent Regan. Collected; Massive Attack. God of War 2; Sony Computer Entertainment of America.
Just a Quick update. going to write a good one later, but for those of you who don't read Fark or Digg, take a look at this story(Warning: leg woud picture in article) about how much of a sack of assholes this town is acting over the thought of losing thier precious "tradition".
Humanity. What a gyp.
If you're really interested, Here is the city website's Feedback form.
When I'm not rotting my brain out with World Of Warcraft or Urban Dead, or getting distracted by other things on the internet, I like to read zombie fiction. I have to be specific because I don't really do much in the way of reading other genre-specific types of fanfic. I tend to spend a lot of time in the fiction section of HPOTD. recently a link came across the main page that caught my interest to which I could only describe as real-time fiction. It was long, entertaining(remember, I dork out over this kind of stuff) and has a kick ass ambient soundtrack. If you're into horror/survival fiction, check out Alpha_Dog. lot of stuff to read, and I linked you to the start.
(EDIT: Here is the BGM, from the main site. Mind the popups, they come standard with most .tk domains. Keeps it free and all that.)
Also, for the UrbEx/Retail historian out there, a plug for Dead Malls. Ahh, the scent of retail decay just stimulates me.
Breaking from theme for a moment; Hey Santa: Bring me a set of these for my chess table. and while I'm at it, I'd also like a pony(actually, a War Elephant would be better), a harem full of (hot)women and scotch, a complete Epic PvP armor set and a legendary polearm for my Orc toon so I can continue to kick ass in my little imaginary world.
As for this weekend, I don't really have much planned. Not that I usually do, but this weekend being what it is... I'm just kinda blah about it in general. But if anyone's feeling frisky, ring me and we'll see what we can tear apart. or maybe, play some Stratego(does ANYONE have all the pieces?). Or Risk. Or spades if we can find enough fucking people.
I'm missing the mindset to write lately, it seems. By write, I mean rant and bitch about life and whatever pisses me off, and litter the whole thing with colorful Words like "Fucksnack", "cock holster", and "Thundercunt". So sorry for the lack of updates this month. I've had a lot of personal shit I'm working through that I don't feel the need to bore the world with. I'll try to get back on my game sometime soon.
One of my most dog-eared chapters in my copy of DP is the chapter on North Korea. To me, it's the most interesting read in the entire book, due to the vast amount of bullshit that one has to swallow in order to sustain some form of existance(Things such as the "Leader" being the main force behind Toasters, cheeseburgers, and the Sun rising and setting each day. Ok then.) in this literal prison-state. The words used to paint the DPRK are so bleak you almost can't believe it's real. Looking here and here, I kept thinking of another photo shoot I've seen: The Zone of Alienation. Talk about dream vacations for me. I have a thing for being in places that I'm not supposed to be, and I blame that on my natural curiosity that compels me to check out roads marked "Road closed" and "Dead End" when I have the time to.
On a happier note, Justin Sane sent me a link that I think is awesome. Customer Service + MMORPG'S + Morons for customers* Hilarity = Bannable offenses. check it out.
I wanted to talk a little bit about my new-found love for DosBox(now that I figured out how the hell to use it), Moxie, and other things, but I'll save that for another time.
The Main event(other than going through let another letdown) was getting my old copy of Full Throttle running on my current PC. One would think that a 10+ year old game would be a cinch to run, but it's not. But thanks to ScummVM and my packrat abilities, I got to enjoy one of the last great click and point adventures of the 90's again. I do miss playing my old games. Such "winners" like Critical Path, Iron Helix, and Rise of The Triad I have held onto over the years in the idea that I will at some point take one of my old computers and rig it with an older OS so as to play said games. If I could find a virtual machine for these games, I would probably forget all about how Half life 2 likes to fuck up on me every two months and not get tempted to buy World of Warcraft. Guess I'll just have to stick toBraminar and NetHack for now. Nothing wrong with the classics, mind you.
The Trent Reznor and Peter Murphy duet on "Head Like a Hole" is fucking awesome.
I did get a nice perkup in the mail today, thanks to SquirrelGirl for the Autograph of The Great One. I literally fipped out at the parking lot at work when I saw what it was. You wouldn't happen to like wine, would you?
Other than that, I'm off till friday and well, life is awesome!
Oh come on, you don't really believe I really meant that last part After this weekend, do you?
I've been really wondering what I should write here for my sendoff. I haven't really been stressing about it, but I did make a promise to put something up before I go. At first, I thought about pointing you towards a game. Then I thought about maybe you would appreciate something to chew on mentally. Or Perhaps, I should upload a screenshot or two of What kid of madness I delve into with Half-Life 2(that is, when it's working for me and not stuttering worse than Quake 1 on dialup, goddamnit).
Then I thought... well, it's 1:30 in the morning, I'm tired as shit, and I'm leaving in roughly 6 hours, and i'm going to be doing this on the road, so the hell with it.
So, I believe I left off about halfway through saturday night.
Me, Nunkie, RVZ, Brandocrap, the Slowbeks, and Braddong head out to a place called Noshville for dinner, and delish it was. Upon stepping outside, however, we end up getting hit up for money by two different panhandlers at the same time. One of them was "a christian man whom him and his daughter have been stuck in nashville for a week, I have money, but can't get to it, would appreciate any help..." It was actually a very long and drawn-out process, not to mention a giant run-on sentance that was too well-rehearsed. The other was a rather uncreative "Spare some change for the homeless?" Nope, sorry. I'm poor too, pal. Hate to sound so heartless about it, but I'm a bit jaded. Anyway, it was raining and after a couple moments of confusion(Hey, is that the Wendy's where Tapeface happened?"), so we dogpiled into a cab and headed downtown to attempt to meet up with the rest of the group.
Although there are a couple other bars we visited that were noteworthy, I was a bit "Eh, it's alright" about the bars we were going to at that point. Some of the group broke off and went back to the hotel as we cruised through these bars. As we headed along after mulligan's, we turned a corner, And suddenly, I was no longer in a world I was used to. No more of the bars that, while cool, all begin to run together after a while. These new, alien to me bars and the time I spent in them is What galvanized my opinion of Nashville. I didn't know it just yet, but it was what made me sit back and go "this I what I wanted to See in Nashville. This is The Nashville Experience I was hoping for.
The first bar we entered was The Bluegrass Inn, complete with country band, cowboy hats, and shelves made of 2x4's. throw in two hot bartenders, PBR, And a "down home" crowd, and you have a recipe that, for some strange reason, I'm finding myself liking. Me and Brando took up seats at the bar, and drank everything in. While I wasn't interested in leaving, I was out of smokey treats and they didn't sell smoke. I told the bartender I was going to make her famous in Illinois(which got a wink out of her, so either I should have stayed and played my slim-to-none odds of scoring or she thought it was a cute remark from a drunk fat kid) and the crew left.
At this point, the group splits again, leaving three: Me, Tman, And Brandocrap. we head next door To what would ultimately be our last, and in my Opinion, the best bar of the night: Robert's Western World. RWW was more upscale than it's neighbor(read: Nice Shelves) but had a kick-ass house band Named BrazilBilly, and fried baloney sandwiches("Friggin delishious", cried the Tman) georgeous women, and cheap, cheap PBR.
Tman would get a head start on us back to the hotel, as me and brando closed out the bar. On the walk home, we got encountered three authentic Georgia women who were staying on the same floor as us, and I got into an arguement with one of them over where I was from:
"You're from Chicago, aren't you?"
"Nope. Christo-"
"You're from Peoria, then. Which is just as bad."
"No, I'm not. I'm Near ST. Lou-"
"You shouldn't lie, Yankee. I can tell by your accent."
"Riiiight. Whatever you say, But I'm from SOUTHERN Illinois. We were for you guys in the Civil War."
After some Drunk Dialing by Me and Brando, I end up passing out somewhere around 4 in the morning... only to be woke by a constant rapping on the hotel door at 9:30 by the Slowbeks, Nunkie, and RVZ(Brandocrap was already up and showering, and Braddong had Left an hour earlier...I think) Appearantly, answering the door In my boxers with my eyes completely closed and closing it in the middle of whatever Slowbek was saying so i can go back to sleep for another hour is secret code for "Come on in and be as loud as you want! Keep telling me I Need to get up! Be disgusted that I am in my Boxers! Don't forget to fart on me becuase it's Teh Funnay!"(I don't really mean anything by that. I just hate being woke up.) we all check out, head back to Clarksville, eat at the Olive Garden, say our goodbyes, and home we go.
All in all, it was a great weekend for me. Got to hang out with good friends(Some I hadn't seen in a long, long while), good food, and great bars. I know some of you may be scratching your heads out there in internet-land about my love for the country bars, But consider this: It's places like this where some of the biggest names in music got thier start in these little homely bars. You go there and you just... slip into an element that feels alive and happening. All those country songs I grew up to on the radio(Thanks to Gma) made a lot more sense now that I've been there and seen this place through thier eyes. It's something I'm not likely to forget anytime soon, and I plan on going back to drink in more of the Nashville Experience.
That, and I promised Gma that I would take her to the bar that Ralph Emery Was in.
This isn't going to be much of an update either, but hey I'm trying here. I haven't had much to say of late anyway
Heading up to Springfield in about an hour for a weekend of cra-zay. Was going to Chi-town for the southside irish parade, but that kinda fell through.
Anyway, it's that time of the year where they have come out of hiding. They, you ask? those malicious, hard to kill confections known as Peeps. Maybe this will give you a couple of ideas on what to do with those unamerican bastards. you DID know they were terrorists, didn't yoU?
Words fail me. I don't think think there's a single word in the dictonary that could sum up what I just saw. I was going to actually talk about something, but I stumbled across this...Something, and promptly forgot any and all everything that I was going to talk about. It was nowhere near as important as to bestow this little wonder of the internet upon my... Hold on a second...dozens of loyal readers.
Look. Read. Laugh like it's me doing the numa numa dance.
I don't think it is after reading through some of the comments on the site, but I'm really hoping this is just a segment and not a representative of the upper east coast, though it could have a Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom enchantment to it. That is, if I get to dress up like Marlin Perkins. Otherwise, no deal.
Jesus. Can't...Stop...Staring. It's like a trainwreck that derailed into a jackknifed semi because a Chinook crashed on the interstate.
One of these days I'm going to a long update. Promise.
been killing a lot of time with some java games. hell i stopped writing this for half an hour becuase i was too bust playing War of the Hell. i orginally was going to talk about the Falling sand game(you can find the Orginal here), but i have found this weird ass site(i think it was on fark once or something) that has all thiese variations on falling sand and the aforemented "war of the hell")
yeah, sorry. started playing again. here's the link so some variations of the game. It's in some asian script, but the important stuff is in english. dick around with like and waste the rest of the evening, like i did.
okay, i really can't concentrate because i keep playing this stupid game. at least i'm off my Rumble Box Kick.
So, I'm bored, I'm on the internet, and I couldn't will myself to go play a game(which is terrible, mind you).
what do I end up doing?
Watching TV. on the internets.
Now, you might be thinking "wow, that's pretty goddamn cool".
well, yes and no.
Going here will show you a metric assload of channels that broadcat on the internet. here's the problem: a good portion of it is Christian TV, and I like watching sermons and prayer sessions about as much as I like going to church(i.e. I don't).
the rest of it is community access, which given it's nature, isn't on at 4 in the morning. then you have the "business" channels, which are... you know what? let's just put it this way. it's not CATV. At least Cable has sometimes interesting infomercials.
So, enough of america's Suckass internet TV. Hey, i'm quasi-cultural, i'm willing to take a taste of the World. So I took a look at International Internet TV.
After an abortive attempt to find a Canadian Station that might have Women's Soccer or Hockey, i hopped over to Japan, to which I was treated to a lengthy interview of some J-pop musician who appearantly just had a new CD come out. Well, it's No tentacle-rape hentai, but i bet it was interesting, but that whole "I don't speak japanese" thing kinda interfered with me being able to understand what the hell they were saying.
So, i skip to a part of the world who is in the current events. Iran. there's a Network based out of LA, so maybe it's in english. Oil, Planes, Dead people, and other stuff, All in Persian. nope. this dosen't interest me either. thought the News Bits were Interspliced with some crazy Heavy techno, but that's about it. My American Attention span will not stand for this. I must find something NOW.
And then I did. stumbling upon The Netherland netTV Station festival TV was a god send. images of Hot chicks in bikinis on the beach, speaking Dutch(I assume), with music in english. Awesome.
I mean, how can you go wrong when you hear lyrics "let me entertain you" and "i wanna have sex on the Beach"? Well, Okay, There was a Male assshot, and more guys about that i would have cared for and then the beach boys played, and my Bikini Boobies were gone, replaced with concert footage of a group called Faithless. I wasn't too happy about my foreign bikini-clad boobies being replaced by a seal-looking guy hopping around on stage Singing Europop, but you know what? considering what else i had already watched tonight, I was content. hell, the song wasn't even half-bad. I'd listen to it again, maybe. But i'd much rather watch foreign Bikini Boobies. Mettchen, If you see this, could you give me an idea of what the hell I watched?
now I'm going to go to bed before i find out that all the channels I watched tonight were all cleverly-disguised Gospel Channels.
link whore for today. and not a lot of them, either.
I think i finally found a belief structure i like. if that falters under my inpeneratable logic, and there's always my backup choice. unfortunately i have to pay money to get into this one.
meet Legothulu, destroyer of all, devourer of souls, and quite possibly, a cousin of his Noodly Appendage, the Flying Spagetti Monster.
ALL GLORY TO THE FSM!
HEIL! HEIL!
okay, done. work time. tomorrow i will expound on how i am appearantly on the cover of teen Beat Magazine, SI edition.
oh christ... fine. just to shut you up so i don't have to hear any "you jypped us AGAIN" crap.
Remember the Zombie Simulator? there's a new version out, where you actually do stuff other than watch everyone slowly die. give it a whirl. give some of the other simple yet fun java games a whirl too, while you're there.
and if that doesn't keep you satisified, try the kitten cannon. it should go without saying that you shouldn't really want to do this to a real live kitten, though if i could toss a kitten 2521 feet, that would be pretty awesome.
not looking for a game? okay... I got something for ya, brought to my attention by happening upon an old rp friend of mine(whom i've not heard from in a while, missy): Things My girlfriend and I have Argued About. hilarious stuff for all you couple types, or for people who were once couple-types. whatever. it's for everyone.
also, i'm not usually the one who is real good about doing huge get togethers anymore these days, and i was never any good at planning roadtrips. But... I wanted to Drop this on you, and see if there's any interest. I went about four years ago, and i had an absolute blast, and i'd love to go back. if nothing else, the price of admission is worth it to see "The Theatre in the Ground", or, as i call it "Classical Literature Meets Mudfights".
there. now, back to writing and drinking and listening to crows.
Doom3 makes me cry like a bitch. Seriously. i put the headphones on, and play it at night, and i swear to christ i'm going to buy a gun becuase of this game and keep it under my pillow. been a long, long LONG time since a game elicted this much panic and terror from me. and I LOVE IT.
only really updating today because i wanted to share something with you all that i found after updating. gauranteed to drive ya nuts, which is my aim. go... watch and listen.
well, i screwed my sleep schedule up reel good mighty-like, just not in the form i needed to. oh well. one or two more days to fix that, or else i'll be taking a nappy-time with my niece in Ohio. I really don't want to do that, becuase i fully intend to kick Justin sane's ass in halo 2. yeah, i'm talking trash, whassup? I ain't frontin. you can't Handle the combined powers of Daft punk and Ricer City Ransom!
anyways, that's enough.and hey... if you feel a little jilted becuase it seems like all i did was put ABS links in my update today, i'm sorry. now that i said that, here's a little something to waste time. go find Waldo. you'll find him a lot easier if you are in a dark room. dunno why, but it helps.
Normally, I'm still asleep at this point in the day, becuase i'm such an awesome slacker. But Kris called me and woke my ass up to inform me that she has Incriminating pictures of not only us together, but of me, Nunkie and Brandocrap. of what, i will not divulge until i have them up in the Album.
also, i'm a bit confused. can we do it or not, slowbek? you should, you know :)
anyways, let's see here...content... Oh... I found this yesterday which proves a very interesting read. Take Note of the section called "the Ladder Theory". Hey, it got giggles out of me becuase some of it seems to hit home at times.
did you know i have a Relative in Nigeria? neither did i. and some nice barrister guy is trying to make sure my family's riches are returned to the rightful owner. Jeez, what a nice guy. I had been nitching recently about how all these morons seemed to get fooled into such a thing while never actually getting a letter from them in my email account. and whadday know... i get TWo of them in my yahoo account. I should have kept them and posted them on here for laughs, but i didn't- becuase i'm a jackass like that. But if you want a general idea of what it said, go here. yes, i've linked it before, but i highly recommend the Letters Archive. Hilarious stuff.
i wish i had more to say, but i suck and ran out of stuff to write. So here's my Geek code.
okay, really out of stuff here,i got to get to work sometime soon and stop my dog from humping the cat. she's a bit confused about which genderis supposed to do the humpinz(not to mention species), which is natural for a 56 year-old virgin, i guess. and now i have pictures of hot dog humping action. checkthe misc album later.
blah. i dunno what to write right now. I've been stumped for the last few days as to what to throw up on here. i put a hold on a certain announcement, but rest assured, it will appear soon.(read: this is a clever ploy to keep you reading, heh heh heh.)
here be links(i.e. I'm stalling until something pops on me head):
and something else i found: How many of These have you seen? I got a score of 14, but i also believe that the movie "Troll 2" was rated far too fairly. it should be right under, if not completely usurping the #1 spot.
quick hit from tonight:
Guy comes through drive-thru at the liquor store. wants a pack of smokes.
"can i trade these for those smokes i ordered?(it was the comp. pack of a buy 1 get 1 deal)
"negative."
"uh, what?"
"that means no."
"so i can't?"
"sorry buddy."
so he coughs up the money and lays it upon the sill.
"can i see your ID?"
"are you serious?"
"quite."
"man, i'm 19-20 years old! I don't believe this!"
"Well good for you! now prove it."
Whips out his ID, everything's kosher. pack of smokes sold over the ambiance of him swearing that he's not being a jackass(uh huh), but this is the first time in 6 billion years he's been carded yadda yadda yadda.
Well, about ten minutes later... he comes walking in.
"hey buddy, when i handed that money, was there a pill in there?"
"uhm, no."
he looks skeptically at me. "are you Positive there wasn't a pill in there?"
I've been dealing with idiots all night asking me if i knew the score(no) /watching the game(no, No T.V. and i'm in a tin can that gets shit for reception and i don't watch football)/howcome you don't like football, big'un?(because it's boring, and hockey's better anyways) comments all night, my "customer service" level is running a bit low.
all of this, and now i have a goddamned pillhead asking me if i've got his score.
"Quite positive."
"cause that was my blood pressure pill, man.."
"you should try not smoking."
no i'm on another rant.
big boy/big guy/big'un comments are so not cool. Seriously. if you think you're paying a compliment, you're not. How would you like this:
"hey big'un! how's it going? looks like you're staying wel-fed."
"Not too bad, Sir. How's that anexoria treating ya?"
We're not comparing dick sizes here, guys, becuase quite honestly, there's no comparison to be made. I'm bigger than you. I can survive longer in case we're stuck outside in the freezing cold on the side of a mountain. if we were on the moon, you'd float away before i would. I can't ride certain rides and i have to pay more for my clothes. i somehow live with it. I'm so sorry that you suddenly feel inadquate becuase i don't look like i've got a tapeworm or a coke habit. I'm fat and happy. you're skinny/average/whatever and happy. let's move on and hate each other for reasons other than weight.
now, don't get me wrong. i don't feel i have to point out that commenting how large or not is somehting i have to do, as i tend to think that my readers are intelligent enough to know better. That bit of advice is for all the dipshits who happen upon my page accidentally looking for hot and angaging crackwhore porn via AOL. plus, i just wanted to vent and right now seemed like a cool time.
anyway, i gotta get to bed.
Read/Watch/listen/play:
Servant of the Shard, R.A. Salvatore.
Unforgiven, clint Eastwood, Gene Hackman, Morgan Freeman.
Read and Laugh, if you've got the time. Starring everyone's favorite Zany Dictator!
School is interesting. Chem isn't too bad so far. Walking from Neckers to Life Science kinda sucks, but at least i can smoke a cigarette on the way.
Got metroid Zero Mission(finally) to help pass time between classes on campus, and i'm already stuck. My gamer Skillz are beginning to tarnish, methinks. i remember when i wasted a whole summer of my youth just beating the shit out of this game over and over, and now nintendo had to go and change shit up and totally screw with my program. Damn you, Nintendo.
I May or may not get one of these. I need all the bonuses i can get. I'd rather get one of these and use the line from this one that became today's Subject line.
not much, but enough for now. My ass is tired from the day of school and A hard day of slacking off With Front Mission 4.
i remember telling myself about five years ago that if i ever start up a website, i'm going to put up a restrained and moderate message about how much displasure i have for this woman.
well, i was stuck for a title, and decided better now then never. Now, if she manages to find herself a way online and decides to google her name(doesn't everyone do this?) she'll at least see my bright and cheery page, if she can figure out how to click on links. You see, she's not all that bright when it comes to the Magic typewriter hooked up to the TV....
not much to tell really, especially since i'm recanting on my story that i have to tell about friday night. yes, i do suck. i haven't been doing a lot of things i said i'd do on this blog, and honestly... i am kinda sorry, but i'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants here.
although... there is a good story you might want to read... If you're a nut about parasites, click here. also, check out the story on Maggot Medicine.
hmm... what else can i entertain ya with?
Ahhh.... another link for ya to enjoy. Like a college professor? hate thier guts? Wanna tell the world? Lookie Here. and if you had a teacher in High school, you can Talk about them, too.
Current Read/listen/watch/play List:
The Lone Drow, R.A. Salvatore
The Downward Spiral, Nine inch Nails
To End All Wars, Robert Carlyle, Kiefer Sutherland
Woohoo! at the cost of all my USB gadgets, i got my compy working finally! you know what that means... i can now continue to work diligently to bring you more stuff like this.
and once you're done looking at that, go take a look at how to get rid of spyware, or better yet, how the RIAA plans to Fuck you.
I rented Resident evil: Outbreak, and hopefully i'll get to play it later tonight. but after reading Penny-Arcade, i may want to boot it up now so maybe it'll be ready to play when i get off work.
anywho, that's today for ya. I can't concentrate too well right now becuase the drunk fuckhole is still here.
I was rather fooled this morning. I begin to question how well by day is going to go when I run into my first suprise right out of bed, as i stumble to the stereo to turn on the tunes, i find that instead of my usual Audioslave playing, i have Insane Clown Posse instead.
First thought running through my mind was "When the fuck did i buy 'Great Milenko'? was I trashed? who the hell Let me Drive?"
Then it all came back to me: "Oh yeah... Surrogate brother. I have one of those now." whereupon i moved into the breakfast hall and munched upon some cold long john silver's before absconding to history class, pondering over whose responsibility it was that there will never be any Eraser babies.
right.
Had a good time this weekend, felt like i was athletic again as i was playing some serious Sand Vollyball. I'm still sore from all the dives i took going after the damn thing. Sleeping on a Crappy Fold-Out bed didn't help matters either. but either way, it was still fun. getting nice and trashed while playing Beer pong was nice too. the drive sucked, but oh well.
Hey... In case you forgot: Bonebony at Hangar 9 this thursday. Be there in time for the liquid cocaine shots!
Also, a couple of new hardlinks for you today, enjoy.
the first one, coming from that sexy beast of a man that roughs up the mormons every chance he gets: the one, the only, R_flatt!
the second, while it may not be as entertaining, could prove more useful to those of us who are, in scientific terms, "poor as fuck". surf on over to Gasbuddy, which is constantly updated with the latest gas prices. the reason I'm hardlinking this, other than the fact that i want to be able to surf to it from my own page, is that i think there are more than a few of you out there that, like me, belive that 1.75/gal is absolutely ri-fucking-diculious. seriously, and i know this is going to be the most popular thing to say, but goddamnit I'm going to say it: America is a junkie, and OPEC is the pushers. it's about time we go solar, or god forbid, stop buying SUVS.
Here's an idea i got from my days of play Sim City on the SNES: how about replacing the entire roadway system with rails, and instead of having to buy cars, we all get a personal rail-car that is totally automated, speeding up when able to, and slows down when reaching a junction? it could all be ran by solar or hydro powered electricity. think about it: no more speeding tickets, no more crashes(long as the switching operator isn't asleep) and... well shit. some jackass would eventually get the idea to sell modified cars so people could "Rail race" or bypass speed limits, or make the first corvette railcar. there goes that idea.
here is a question: why is This still news? and here is another: how come we allowed america to get this fucked up? it's times like these that make me want to renew my own personal campaign.
here's an interesting bit: when's the last time a Senator took the time to Mail you a letter? better yet, mailed you thier funniest Joke? why don't you go and read This and see if your senator is funny. sadly, no one from Illinois is on either list.
anyways, No history Friday, so i'm psyched. i get a whole extra hour to sleep in.
PS... i think someone is Sulking right about now. now what i want to know is the offical count of votes For My State Senator.... As i broke party Rules and Voted Independant by voting on Brandocrap.
anyways, this is a late update(as is every wednesday), so i don't have much else to say... but since the last picture was a big hit, i thought i'd give you another Picture. enjoy.
enough procrastinating and drinking already, it's time for an update.
Tonight was prolly the offical end to my spring break(nevermind the fact that it offically ended yesterday when i was messing with that infernal Printer), as i got to hang with both Brando and Nunkie as well as the T-Man and his dad at the ole brew city.
ate at la fiesta, and went to the bathroom twice. while i was in there, i noticed something i would like to share with you, with the caveat of sounding a little creepy.
when i go into a bathroom(a small one in particular), i tend to sneak a peek to see if someone is taking up residence at the throne, as it were. nothing really sick, like peeking in on them and asking about the front page news, but i take a look to see if there is a pair of shoes. as i went in the first time, i noticed a pair of flashy hi-tops. i shrug, do my business, and then go about my way to eat.
after dinner, i go back in there to make space in my bladder for all the cola that i sucked down(i'm fat, if you all didn't know that already), and what do i notice" the same pair of flashy hi-tops.
now, this leads me to some awful conclusions:
1. this guy has really bad luck when it comes to going out and Bowel Movements. perhaps taking hits off the Ex-Lax bottle isn't such a good idea(i would know, i've done it before on a dare, yes i'm stupid like that.)
2. this guy is going for a poop-a-thon, in which i can totally respect, except for the fact that i like to schedule my marathons in the privacy of my own home.
3. the guy is killing kittens to the mexican pin-up girl in the stall. whether or not there actually was a pin-up girl, i did not find out.
right. so anyways.... now that i have either freaked you out or grossed you out... it's time for...
no, I didn't forget about you guys, But i do figure that you're tired of staring at the same page for the last four days. please understand, though, that i have been on spring break(in case you missed the headlines this week). So, let's move on and start this thing.
Learning what an Electra Complex was, thanks to a bar game at fearless's.
I'm too creepy for Sex.(this phrase has been uttered many times this past week).
Having no further reason to go to West Side Cafe any longer, as they no longer serve White pie, which, by the way, 0wnz3rs the collective pie asses of the world.
other than that, there wasn't much to this break.
I'm not a fan of Adverts, but as i was doing my own blog crusing.... i came upon a little nugget on Nunkie's Site. Check out what they got planned for the Jesus Chainsaw Massacre: Part 2.
Remember the Garbage pail Kids? they were cool, right? well guess who started using a knock-off of them for pursue thier own stupid-assed agenda? if you guessed the Furry fuckers, you're right.
And in case you are bored shitless this Saturday Night, the Real life story of the Snakehead Fish shall be on Sci-fi Tonight at 9 pm. that's about an hour from now. Tom Servo and Crow, This is our hour Of need.
yup. here's a real update. I'm sorry they have been short and sweet the last few days, but i am on spring break. that means, drinking, video games, and general hooliganism. but, i have found today to be rather good to give you the update you crave. I have been a bit busy with sticking my manhood into a VCR since i now have one once more, so sorry about that.
uhm... right. here's some news to distract you from that mentally scarring thought.
do you really want to know why shit like this happens? because people are stupid. I'll not lie to you... I like to spend a good chunk of time playing video games, but to me, it's like Drinking liquor: drink too much, and you'll go comatose. not only that, but i tend to play games that don't suck down a good chunk of my billfold money per month. another theory i have(excuse the american ignorance, if you will) is that the places that this usually happens in are so terrible in real time that the kids would rather spend thier lives online all the time as an escape from reality. my third idea is that the amount of people in the world are playing games more... so there's destined to be a couple that are going to die whilst playing video games.
either way... i always get a little pissed when the Presses that be call them "video Game Junkies". it always makes me feel like I'm some addict on methadone treatment when i'm playing Ogre battle. nevermind the fact that when i was growing up, i played video games all the time, when i could have been doing other things, like Drugs, robbing old ladies, Vandalism, and the like.
blah. I'm going to get off this rant. it's better than having to hear about how My shiny little discs and cartridges are murder simulators.
if nothing else pisses you off today, This Should. or maybe this will. either way, long as you get pissed, that's fine with me.
anywho, enough for now. I have to find my cell. appearantly i have twelve bajillion messages on it.
so, what's worse than having a Teacher who dosen't know shait about Ecology?
A chemistry Substitute teacher.
to be fair... he was cool, and actually taught me something, to which i shall pass onto you, those not in the know: the color of Blood is determined by what metal is in the plasma. Humans bleed red(iron), while squid bleed blue(copper). maybe i'm oversimplifying it, but i thought it was cool nonetheless.
Kinda cool, if i was a despondent mormon on a metrosexual soap opera on the local access channel out in Provo.
I am Such a Whore for name Generators. here's one, in case you're considering converting to Latter-day Saints. Ba'alzamon is probably the only one that will be able to tell us if it would be of any use to us in Utah.
Confidential to Ba'alzamon: we'd love a report, if you're out there listening pal.
anyways, not a whole lot going on. got off work not too long ago, which reminds me...
if you were my neighbor, would you do this to me? if you ask me, i think she was just jealous it wasn't her getting the meatpounding.
well, that's about enough for today. I have to go get my drink on, so i can show up for a store meeting tomorrow morning... at 8 AM. now people will learn the sad truth of making me go to a store meeting this early on a weekend. it won't be pretty, i assure you.
how about that for a starter? hopefully, it makes up for such a late update. i just got off work, after smelling the acrid stench of radiated flesh for about the last four hours. boy, i can't wait for the real tanning season.
by the way, if you haven't heard already, Science just gave the girlfriends of the world the the Biggest Weapon ever for not giving head. thanks a lot, science. really. i love the fact that you can't find the time to study other things, like things we drink, or better yet, a cure for cancer. Instead, you do this. really, thanks. good thing i can still masturbate violently without cuasing myself cancer.
argh. anyways... since i'm pissed off... it's time for
So, i wanted to go ahead and get an update in now, so all you early risers(read: suckers) have something to read. always thinking of you, dear reader. always.
becuase i need to fill some space here, it's time for...
TWO WORD MOVIE REVIEWS!
Dickie Roberts, former child star: Funny Movie.
League of Extraordinary Gentleman: Kinda cool.
Total Recall: Mars=awesome
Johnny Mnemonic: cyborg shemales
and a special treat for the kiddies: For those of you not in the know, Donnie Darko has a creepy ass website that actually enhances your Viewing pleasure of the DVD. check it out(kudos to Ba'alzamon for showing this to me while he was home the other night).
I got this link that i've been wanting to share for awhile now, and to be quite honest, i dunno what the hell took me so long to put it up. I do have a caveat about it though: it's one of those "fucking hilarious if you get it/sucks ass if you don't" type of sites. That's not me being an elitist snob or anything, honestly. it'll most likely be perma-linked later on today after i get out of Micro. and maybe i'll finally get < A href="http://actsofgord.com/>Acts of Gord up there while i'm at it.
Anywho, with that out of the way, I present to you: 8-bit theater.
in the "Fuck the RIAA" dept: woman countersues the RIAA on charges of racketeering. Rock on!
in somewhat related musical news: i hate groveling like this, but somebody please buy me this DVD!
by the way: we are now offically up to our ass in debt". this is the sound of me not making any implications, just so you know.
PS: as you can see, you can now check out what album to buy if you think some of the lyrics i post are catchy. here's what i wanna know: should i go back and retrolink all the lyrics in past updates? as always, comment below or fire off an email.
Not much to write about today, that is, assuming you all have heard about the The Fire in West Frankfort.
think there are backward families in southern illinois? try this family and here's the Follow-up, wherupon the father attributes his failure to properly raise the family to not having a Magic snake.
blah. Wednesdays suck. so i will leave you with that thought. that, and i'm pissed that i've been missing my Still CD for like six months now. where the hell did i put it?
I love walking right into a test. Had one popped on me today when I went to my music class. I Think I did okay though, mostly due to my awesome skills at the multiple choice tester thingy.
found out i missed a quiz in history though... which does suck. that class is supposed to be my easy A class that will most likely offset the impending C i'm expecting from Contempary Math. Speaking of Grades, I finally got my grade change for my trinidad and tobago Trip... and i have a true 4.0 on a 5 point scale. not bad for someone whose major six years ago was "Gameboy".
anyways, how about some news?
in the "I'm more moral than you" dept: texas pharmacistRefused to fill prescription for a morning after pill-for a rape victim. Nice. Real nice. way to rub some salt into the wound there and impose your own opinion on others, pal.
In the "justice served, however crooked it might be" dept, a pedophile priest was killed after rooming with a Murderer in prison. kinda goes to show you that even in prison, there are some crimes you don't want to go there for.
Speaking of Sex offenders, do you live in Illinois? got a weird-ass Neighbor(put in the last name Kopin to see my wonderful Neighbor)who gives you the creeps and threatens to kill your dog? Check them out here!
and here's one that shows you that rock and roll isn't dead...Check out the Story on this Kick-ass metal band from Norway. Makes me long for the old days. ahhh...
well, that's enough mental masturbation for you today kids. I don't want you all going blind. Try not to kill each other.
mdame
I found it in my window just I found it in my head
I wonder who was in my room that night.
Who the hell was in my bed
The ongoing misadventures of a late 20's 30 year old male still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Suggestions, hate mail, wedding proposals, and naked pictures of hot women can be sent here.
