18:56EST-WED-1/31/2001
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Scroll down until you see the Dog-N-Your Box2000MX Pro. I'm linking to Biznizzy instead of the original site because I like the writing of Biznizzy better and he gets no hits on his site as is and if you like that one little snippet, you'll go to the original site anyway. Enjoy!
1:15EST-WED-1/31/2001
- Alright! I broke down and bought a book on Linux today. It was fifty bucks so I figured "why not?" and picked it up. It came with three full versions and one of them was Debian so I -had- to get it. Besides, I need to get my nic to work and the D-boards were getting me nowhere. Now all I have to do is finish reading 1984, my Cisco CCNA book, the 4th Wheel of Time book, and then this. Damn, I guess I should stop writing and put my nose back into the book then shouldn't I? Indeed.
00:50EST-WED-1/31/2001
- What a good day. I can't believe how groovy the day has been overall. Granted, I'm still at work but even that has been fun. I'll have to wake up 6 hours before my alarm more often. Either I really have been lucky today (great weather at least) or I'm too loopy to realize I'm in hell. I wonder what kind of trouble I can get into tonight...
23:36EST-TUE-1/30/2001
- Yes, I know the link to Ruthless Toothless doesn't work. I don't feel like changing it either. If you are curious about what I was talking about, go to Spark Match and sign up/log in and search around until you find Ruthless Toothless. You can't search by name so you'll just keep having to search for matches until you find it. Hopefully you won't. While I'm here being annoying to the other netizens, I might as well talk about my recent displeasure with Napster. I'm not even going to link to them. Bastardos. Not only has their latest software release made it impossible to upload files for the rest of the world, this has almost halted the downloads of everyone on the web because most of them have the newest version which causes the dreaded transfer errors and timeouts. Bugger all. Time to switch over to Gnutella or one of the countless other peer-to-peer clients out there on the web. Women baffle me and often times make me think they are all evil. This is probably why I'm such a jaded asshole. I know all guys are inherently assholes (or would like to be) and I can deal with that. I can understand that. I can even justify it to a lesser extent (I can do anything). I understand the motivations of men in general (especially in mass) but women will always try to make my life hell either directly or indirectly. In case you missed it, I'm ranting again. Ever since I wrote about being an asshole earlier this page I've been running around in my "I AM NOT A NICE GUY" shirt and worshiping Dennis Leary. What is my gripe this time? Nothing important really. Quite trivial really but it still confuses me and I am annoyed with anything I can't figure out (like vegetarians). I must have gotten almost three dozen ecrushes and similar things from sites like it. I've started deleting them without reading them. They all say the same thing. "Hi, this is XXXXXX from randomcrushtypewebsite.com and someone likes you but won't tell you who it is, tee hee!" Why not? If they like me so much, why don't they say something? Would they rather just like me and never know if I like them back? Probably. That's a shame too because I love women who are secure enough to say what's on their mind, especially if they approach guys they like. Half of the women I've dated were because they asked me out and I was so impressed that I dated them. It's got something to do with my being inherently slack and I don't like openly pursuing people. I'm still convinced that it's Lucas or someone messing with me because there is no way this many women really like me, I mean come on. Let's try to be reasonable here. The stereotype about women falling in love with bad guys is blown out of proportion or else I'd have women all over me like Hugh Heffner.
22:56EST-TUE-1/30/2001
- The strangest things happen on the web. Just a few days ago it seems like Zak was trying to get me to go to a web site involving cocks or something and today I got an email thanking me for the link. Hey, no problem! I still haven't gone there. In the email he told me I was pretty much correct in assuming the contents. I believe the comment was something to the effect of "worse than you imagine" but I could be wrong. I saved the email for prestige. Hell, while I'm at it I think I'll link to him again because the guy seemed pretty damned cool.
2:42EST-MON-1/29/2001
- AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!! I know who this is supposed to be and it sickens me. The name is Joyce and she's the 3rd shift drive thru worker at the Krystals here in Oak Ridge. :::shudder::: After digging around, it appears that the rule of 5s has proven to be correct. The six degrees of separation has linked me to the person who created this profile through only 2 links (I know a guy who knows THE guy). Anyway, have fun. I'm getting back to work before I continue on the rant I made below. It involves the reversal of roles on the penis joke and male ego (you'll love this one).
18:56EST-SUN-1/28/2001
- "What are YOU doing?!?!" That was the theme for the newest Budwiser Wassup commercial series. I laughed. I guess you had to be here.
23:24EST-SAT-1/27/2001
- I remember being a dork. When I was significantly younger (jr. high and before) I was one of the kids that people made fun of (mostly due to my last name and habit of wearing corduroy) because kids are kids and social development is based on a fierce pecking order to bring about a simulation of the harsh realities of an outside social structure. Amazingly, when we leave school this structure vanishes. Around the time I got to high school, I found a niche of other people who were tired of playing the games and trying to "be cool". We played games, scoffed at everyone/thing and had a predominantly black wardrobe. Social structures couldn't contain anarchists and so we manage to slip through the cracks of just about everything but eyesight. Being a geek that long gave me absolutely no ego and being a soft spoken guy I had no ego. I loved to make people laugh though so pretending to have a grand ego made people laugh because they knew the truth of the matter. I began to pretend to have an ego more and more often as a means of social and emotional armor and believe it or not, it worked. New people who I met perceived the summoned fake ego as real confidence and eventually vanity when they didn't know I was joking (hard to imagine considering some of the stuff I would say) and by the time I got to be a senior, I found that the false pride in combination with younger people who didn't know me better resulted in a lot of people who either looked up to me or were afraid/intimidated. I don't even know if I'm pretending anymore. Actually, I'm probably not. I've achieved soooo much since then based on confidence of self worth (not reinforced by my father in any way shape or form) so I suddenly found myself surrounded by good friends from the black-clad niche and we all understood each other and lend support to those who couldn't get it elsewhere. With very few exceptions, we are still very close and many of us live together (not like that!) and hang out almost constantly. Anarchy gave way to antidisestablishmentarianism thoughts and suddenly many of us were trapped in the 21st chapter of Clockwork Orange. We still have an air of Elitist Assholes around us when we converge en masse but a party is a party is a party. Besides, we love meeting new people. Either they are interesting enough to keep around, or they get made fun of and go away (except for Paul who just won't go) and a very select few actually scare us. Our little motley crew consists of frat boys, hippies, computer nerds, greasers, punks, and the occasional average Joe. I like to think of myself as the loveable asshole people always cheer for in tv because they say and do things that others only wish they could do without fearing either social consequences or the law. Maybe I'm just an asshole. Given my background, this would be easy to imagine. Especially if my jokes get taken the wrong way. Sorry. I've heard more than one of us utter the phrase "if we're smiling, we don't mean it in a bad way" but people still seem to get their feelings hurt. It's all part of the galvanizing process we have for each other to keep us all from becoming to lax. Besides, there's a big difference between making fun of your friends and making fun of someone random. Meaning what you say. If I called Patrick a fuckwad, he'd smile and try to come up with a good one to call me back. It's fun. Besides, complacency leads to stagnation and we are all too young to become stagnant yet. Especially the increasing number of us who have fallen victim to marriage or as a single parent. Help and motivation are exclusive though and the past two years has seen numerous changes for many people. I still tend to rant for long periods of time though but I won't stop now. At least it is in a semi-permanent form right now and can be used against me should I begin to fail myself or others in the near future. Speaking of pissing people off, I'm troubled because not too long ago I made one of my friends angry with me and after talking to her last night, she couldn't think of a reason why. I hope this doesn't become a trend. I tread a razor's edge as it is and the last thing I need to do is have an army of former friends turn out to hate me for no reason. Calm down? Stop being a meanie? Can't do. I don't even realize I'm doing it but apparently I'm good at it if you listen to Patrick and Lucas. Fuckers! (I'm joking) Still, I am in another one of my times of self reflection and change. I've felt it coming on in the past couple of months as I began to realize I had fallen into a routine in my life. That won't allow for personal growth, even with my clinging onto childhood values and ways of thought as a means of fighting age. You are only as old as you feel. You only feel as old as you act. I act like a child whenever I can. Let's go build a go-cart!
19:43EST-SAT-1/27/2001
- My life is consumed with work and slack. So much so that I try to slack at work in order to counter the constant need to do something and be productive. It's called "vacationing in work/hell". If you need a vacation and you can't get one, take one where you are. I didn't enjoy vacationing in Hawai'i any more than I could spending two weeks in my own bath tub. Certainly there would have been less salt, but that would be easy enough to fix and I wouldn't have to risk my once gothic complexion for a sunburn or two. Why am I vacationing at work? There are a lot of people here that I like to hang out with and for the most part I enjoy talking to customers. Once they get done being mad, they are actually quite enjoyable. I've spent the last year trying to become so good at my job that I can do it in my sleep for just that reason. I don't sleep enough, I work to much, and I don't get out much. If I can get good enough at my job that I can actually do it in my sleep then I could solve three problems at once! I'll sleep at work, get some overtime while I'm at it, wake up and go out to party. Think this would work? If you have any ideas, let me know. Unfortunately, this appears to be my weekend to work so I'll miss all the Super Bowl commercials. The network is going to make $150,000,000 selling commercial time this Sunday and I don't want to miss them. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like we're going to get another string of .com commercials this season as all the .coms that advertised in the last one are out of business. Mostly. Oh, remember how I found the original printing of War of the Worlds online? I also found 1984 online as well and I've been reading it as well. It's not in html format or I'd link to it. Instead I downloaded it to my hard drive at work (let the admin find THAT!) and have been reading it between calls. Oh well, back to sleep...
22:30EST-THU-1/25/2001
- HAHAHAHA! I found this expression today and I know if I made it into a bumper sticker or something, I could find a market for it.
20:59EST-THU-1/25/2001
- ugh . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . i need some caffeine
19:41EST-THU-1/25/2001
- Dammit, why is Zak trying to get me to go to www.mybigblackcock.com? I'm not going to because I'm at work and I'm afraid of the subject matter. Someone else go there and tell me if it's as bad as I think it is. Three days. Three days without an update. I know, I'm slack. I've been saying this for quite some time. In the past two weeks I have formatted my hard drives 36 times (including partitions) while messing around with various operating systems. This past week has been a really long trial and bout of trying to switch the partition I had whistler in and eventually it just turned into an attempt to install the newest build (2410) instead. Well, I'm pleased to announce that I finally have a stable operating system running now on my computer. Mandrake 7. That's right, I got mad enough that I finally whipped out the Linux cds that I had borrowed from a friend so long ago that he has since gone out and bought a newer version (7.2) to replace them. Sorry guy. Now all I need to do is master this operating system before converting my old Macintosh 7500 into a FreeBSD box. For that matter I might as well put OpenBSD on it and make it our email/proxy server down at the house. Wouldn't THAT be great! Patrick wouldn't care but I know it would really burn Lucas that our email, proxy, and firewall functions are being handled by a big tan box with an apple on it. Heh heh heh, I'm all about it now. I'd have to get several of those little devil stickers to put all over it too. While searching the web yesterday looking for the newest release of Infiltration I remembered that they also had drivers for Linux too. Neat! So I won't be deprived of my gaming bliss after all. Now I have to start looking for Starcraft ports.
20:17EST-MON-1/22/2001
- Cowboy Bebop is a great Japanimation series and I highly recommend it to anyone who is interested. So far I am enjoying it even more than Record of Lodoss War and almost as much as any of the Macross stuff. Check it out.
19:37EST-MON-1/22/2001
- Weekend update. Friday afternoon I sat down in front of my computer expecting another night of long drawn out fighting with 7 different operating systems and three uncooperative hard drives with multiple partitions each. I realize now just how much I enjoy those sort of challenges. I curse Lucas again (my arch nemesis and no longer couch monkey since he has a room now) because I remember having several years of happy blissful computing experiences with only one, maybe two operating systems, one hard drive, and no partitions. The simple fact was that my computer always worked and I was happy (even when I was experimenting with Litestep). One day earlier last year Lucas walked up to me and asked me how often I formatted my hard drive and reinstalled the OS. I told him that he was crazy and I never needed to do such things. He said that he formats and reinstalls every six months or so. Since then, I've formatted countless times and gone through a veritable plethora of operating systems over and over again and some betas. BTW, you are doing yourself a grave injustice in not trying Linux, BeOS, or one of the monolithic UNIX distros. Do I use them right now? Nope. Right now I've got Millennium back on my system and I'm re-downloading new operating systems to take up the 7 partitions I currently have (happy, sneezy, dopey, doc, etc). Anyway, I sat down on Friday and was just about ready to start my next series of downloads and installs with my shirt sleeves rolled up and popping my knuckles. A phone call pulled me away from frowning at my monitor and considering another couple of hard drives and RAID controller. It was a beautiful woman from UT looking for Lucas. With him unavailable (having a good time in Gatlinburg) she decided I was just as good and invited me to go play Laser Tag with them. I considered my options and was soon on my way. We never got around to playing Laser Tag. Instead, we went to Myrtle Beach and swam in the 33 degree water. Ok well maybe we didn't swim, exactly. More than six years ago Patrick and I embarked on the exact same mission with two beautiful women and wound up getting snowed in at a motel somewhere in the Carolinas. Yes, that's the trip I wrote about in Tales From the Apartment. This time, I also had two beautiful women in the car, Patrick was at work (barely missed him by 15 minutes) and we actually made it to the beach through rain, sleet, snow, and cops. Moniques digital camera contains proof. Maybe next time we'll play Lazer Tag instead.
15:55EST-FRI-1/19/2001
- YAAAY! Joy and celebration. I have located the rogue CD. I was right in deducing the whereabouts to have something to do with my Arch-Nemesis-And-Couch-Monkey-Room-Mate-Lucas. I found it on top of his box with a couple of other CDs that surely were far less important. Time for the dreadful 30 minute re-install (damn, I need to get a 72x drive. This 32x has got to go).
15:49EST-FRI-1/19/2001
- NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh why have the gods forsaken me? Although I finally managed to optimize Whistler to run like a dream and considerably faster (it's all in the partitioning, baby) I have managed to misplace my copy of Unreal Tournament. This is especially funny because I've just spent the past two hours downloading new mods and maps for it so I can play Infiltration again (all attempts to salvage old data were unsuccessful. :( Sigh... Maybe Lucas has it!
0:58EST-WED-1/17/2001
- Cool, I've learned a few new things about Whistler that will help me run Rogue Spear and network the other computers in the house. Groovy. Damn, I would -really- like to have some beef stew and a loaf of bread. Not just any WonderBread. A Boule roll! Mmmm... I'm looking forward to that. I retook the Sparkmatch test. I'm proud to say that I am no longer a Fratboy. Instead, I'm a Backstroker. The write-up is dead-on with this one. Certainly a lot better than it was for The Fratboy.
Caring, mobile, and torn. Lucifer was a Backstroker. So was Ted Bundy, like most other serial killers. You, too, are a Backstroker. You're burst of fickle kindness: intense, fleeting, dangerous, and tragically brief, like a gunshot in the wind, or Princess Di.
You find a lot of enjoyment in loving people, but your love is ferocious and somewhat unpredictable. Your romantic intentions aren't bad; you just aren't careful enough to make sure you aren't hurting people in the process. Please tear along the dotted line.
Also, you're probably sexually frustrated--you want to be a player, but can't really bring yourself to perform emotion-less sex with all manner of women. For instance, when a loved one is down, you might nestle their head into your lap and rub and scratch their back until they feel better. All the while, you'd rather be ramming. That's your problem, in a nutshell. You probably shouldn't be using SparkMatch.
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22:57EST-TUE-1/16/2001
- Wow, I've been tremendously slack as of late I suppose. Ok, a quick wrap-up. I've been playing Airsoft left and right and I'm thinking about joining another team and taking over the duties as team leader while the original is departing for 5 months (boot camp). I've been playing with my computer a whole lot and other than the fact that I'm running an operating system that is only in its first beta stages and my CPU is flawed, the whole rig plays Infiltration pretty damned well. Speaking of which, I think that Infiltration is the best game I've seen in just about forever and it's definitely at the top of my list of favorite Unreal Tournament mods. Wow, what a neat-o game. It consumes all my time that isn't spent at work, eating, sleeping, talking smack, kicking my computer, surfing the web chatting online, driving at sub-light speeds, playing airsoft, cleaning my guns, and running from the generic Cheetos hiding in our cabinet. Stormy now lives with us and is dating Andy (yes, the one that killed me in a car crash that kept me out of the military forever) and that means he comes over and hangs out a lot. This is the best part because he is a lot of fun. Damn, I gotta get back to work now. They're making me do stuff.
2:35EST-THU-1/11/2001
- Lucas and I were shocked today. Pleasantly. In fact, it's this sort of thing that makes you wonder about the world, but in a good way. We pulled up to a gas station today so Lucas could buy some cigarettes and I was reading my brand spanking new issue of Maximum PC :::angelic singing and beams of light::: in peace. As we pulled up, we saw your typical hooptie with chrome rims and tinted windows. I heard it as we drove up and that's what made me look. Lucas held the door for a child as he went inside and I could see the obvious owner of the car in question. Starter jacket, corn rows in his hair, cocked hat and gold chains. I went back to reading about the horror that is the P4 and when Lucas came back, he asked me if I saw the guy that looked like Snoop Dogg. Apparently, the kid that went in was talking to someone and said that it was his birthday. Snoop turns around and says "It's your birthday? Here..." and gives the kid all the change from his purchase. Damn, that's really friggin' cool. I don't think I've ever even though about doing something that random and cool for some kid I've never met. To beat it all, the kid was white. Here we are thinking that the guy wants to be a big bad gangster and he turns out to be really damned cool. I'd like to shake his hand. Too bad he left before Lucas told me about it.
17:59EST-SUN-1/7/2001
- This guy has the same job I do. It's really funny. I highly recommend you view it. Chuck showed me this. Apparently it has something to do with Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie. Check them out at MP3.com here or the Non-Corporate Streaming Video Hut here.
19:21EST-WED-1/3/2001
- Once again, I've been pulled over while walking. Just a few minutes ago, I was walking down the street to pay my storage bill and two cop cars pulled up and blocked me. I was just standing there with my mug of hot spiced apple cider (Mmmmm...) wearing slacks, shirt, tie, black leather jacket and my green hair. Apparently they even called in a report on me, hence the second cop car and the other ones that just drove past. After talking to them for about 20 minutes, they knew me, I knew them, and I was out of hot cider. They finally left after I got ones email address for a job inquiry and I taught them all about temporary hair dye. I lied about not liking punk music though. Oh well, sooner or later I'm going to write down my new years resolutions. Either that or I'll try to keep the resolutions I made last year. I'm sure they can't be much different.
20:41EST-TUE-1/2/2001
- THIS JUST IN! Our gracious host has requested that I add his $0.02 and the news looks good. I'll share with everyone:
'Thanks to everyone who stopped in! It was a kick ass party (so told by the fact that I walked out of my socks the next morning when they got stuck on the kitchen floor) and everyone (with the two exceptions noted) is invited back for the 2001/2002 celebration. I've already started buying alcohol.
Tell your friends, tell your neighbor, tell some guy walking down the road (whatever happened to him anyway? One minute he's passed out on the recliner, which is a kick ass spot to snooze the next he is gone. strange...) I had a great time, got really drunk and sobered up quick to pull Justin outta the bathtub (note to Justin: Jim Morrison did A LOT more that just drinking when he partied) and then realize that I did know how to walk, my feet were simply stuck to the floor.
Next year you can expect multiple traffic directing glowing dildos (thanks to LaMount!!), even more booze and champagne (expect a $100+ bottle to be consumed by invite only... you make the party cool, give me a backrub or let me massage your feet and you will be invited ((the last two would be for females only depending on how drunk I get)) The music will be pounding 'cause I GOT NO NEIGHBORS!!! Parking as always will be free (just no driveway parking) the booze will be mainly BYOB but who knows... I might just get that raise.
Anyway next year will kick even more ass. There will be a dimly lit, rather chilly area in the basement solely for groping members of the opposite sex. (Just no outright sex please. Anyone caught having sex will be forced to perform in the living room or carport, their choice) Multiple trashcans will be available for puking. Even more bare mattresses for those who plan to pass out, two separate music areas, (the upstairs will be DJ'd by Cap'n Morgan and the downstairs dance/grope room will be courtesy of DirecTV. Assholes will be forcibly ejected/detained/cold cocked/shot with frozen paintballs to allow for maximum enjoyment by all.
With that said I'd like to thank the following people. Shane; without this cracker none of this would go on... Patrick for his quick learning of Mac navigation and skills with Napster... Lucas for experimenting on me with his mind erasers and mopping the floor the next day... Zak for cleaning the carport the next day (50 cent reward for the ass of the guy responsible for the broken bottles) Amy for being Vern's girlfriend, Vern for being an apparently irresistible pillow, all the beautiful women who dropped in (even if i didn't get to draw on anyone's breasts... and lastly: Jesus for watching out for the hearth area. And not ending the world just cause we decided to have a party.
The Landlord
Tater!'
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13:18EST-TUE-1/2/2001
- "Hey, you shot my girlfriend!" That's about when things really started to pick up. Don't worry, I didn't have any of my guns with me but a cork still proves to be dangerous. I guess I should have paid more attention to the bright red label on the bottle that said DON'T OPEN ANYWHERE NEAR YOUR FACE OR ANYONE ELSE WHO YOU THINK CARES ABOUT THEIR SIGHT. I taped the sticker onto Amy after I accidentally shot her with a ricochet. Many of the earliest arrivers would have said it became a party after Lucas discovered how to make Mind Erasers. One or two of them and everyone started feeling the part. Especially these three guys. Still, I don't think that too many people wound up in the bathroom repenting. Out of the 54 people record that we were trying to beat, we only managed to get 49 confirmed people (and a cat) who showed up. I'll list them later. Anyway, I thought that the party was a blast and everyone kept commenting that they had a great time. Even people who spewed, passed out, and had to be babysat all night called up the next day to say that she had fun, but I'm not saying any names. I have to congratulate Patrick for being the DJ for the evening. All we had to do was sit him in front of a workstation that had the following components: PowerMAC G4 (not his favorite, but Matt and I worship them) with a 19 inch monitor, a 2MB cable connection, Napster, and a direct connection to a Dolby certified home entertainment center. I never saw him leave these chairs except to get more Mind Erasers. Overall, I think he did a great job with the music selection and took requests. Bravo! We spent a few hours stringing up tons of christmas lights all over the house and the car port to make the place festive. Even Jennifer. This guy even showed up. He didn't do anything with a large wooden cross this time though. I tried to make it clear that everyone who came to this years party was welcome to all future festivities and we only had two people who we revoked this privilege from. Sorry guys, but you fucked up. Their names are in red on the list to follow. What the hell is this doing here? We had tons of champaigne, smiles, bad photography, oddities, fake pimps, socializing, rare visitors, Scooby, more bad photos and a six foot tall umpaloompa wearing a Hawai'ian shirt, spiked leather jacket, police hat, and directing traffic with a 10 inch red glowing cock. You get no photo. Sorry. My digital camera chose that moment to lose battery power and Voyn ran out of film. I'm telling you, it was all a conspiracy planned by those two communist women who showed up.
Shane Depew
(organizer/umpaloompa)
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Matt James
(landlord/host)
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Patrick Morgan
(coorganizer/MP3J)
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Lucas McDonald
(coorganizer/bartender/Shane's
arch-nemesis and couch monkey roommate)
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| David Warner
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McBee
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Reda Cancler
(No more tequila, biotch!)
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James cobb
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| Travis Wells
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Justin Weaver
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Jason Hyde
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Sara Wieland
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| Spam Cann
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Mark McKinney
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Vernon Starr
(You're a funny drunk!)
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Amy Morrel
(Nice pants! Sorry I shot you)
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| Scooby Anderson
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Nate Underwood
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Jenafer Hickman "Anderson"
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LaMount Edditone
(The sap will rise again!)
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| Kyle Nestruk
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Greg Nestruk
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Rachel Nestruk
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Keiran O'Hare
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| Marshall Miller
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Rhys Dawson
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Chelsea Airhart
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Dawn Tacket
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| Ben Sadter
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Jeremy Wallace
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Seth Lasch
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Adrienne Wiest
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| Alex Birdwell
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Johny Goshen
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Daria Pelech
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Nick Leiby
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| Akiko Grant
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Matsubo Grant
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Zack Machanoff
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Lindsay McKay
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| Amy Myers
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Sarah Somethingillegible
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Eric Terry
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Mike Verges
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| 'LeeMo!!!'
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Monika Miller
(communists who let me draw on their breasts are cool in my book)
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Mandy Guidry
(Same reason as for Monika, minus the breasts)
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Andy Spor
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| Zak Knight
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Midnight (the cat)
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Color Code
Red: Forbidden from all further gatherings; see also: Caryn
Pink: Sorry, you were an annoying drunk. If you don't learn control by the next gathering, you are fired.
Green: The Top 10. These people are MANDATORY at our next party because we felt that they added something to the party to make sure everyone had fun. If you didn't get Green recognition this time, perhaps at the next party you could.
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