5:17EST-FRI-6/27/2003
- Ok, I bought SWG and installed it. After 9 hours of dealing with all the crap that any EQ player will understand, I went to work. Here I am. I am jonesing. I have not been this excited about a game in ages. I am very pleased. =) Plus, with all the overtime I've been working, I should be able to afford my own place again in a couple of weeks. The sucky part is that I still have not found a potential room-mate yet. This saddens me because I always go bonkers when left alone for too long. You ever seen that commercial for DiGiorno's pizza with the skinny white guy dancing around in his boxers because he is so excited to have pizza? Yeah. That's me. Actually, I'm probably much much worse. Living alone in Atlanta is what drove me to playing EQ in the first place and eventually drove me to move back to TN to be around friends again. Anyone wanna move in with me? Prerequisites are that you must enjoy computer humor, guns, and not be too terribly offended by a shower that is constantly stained with hair dye and my tendency to lounge about in my boxers. Now don't all you ladies rush in at once. =)
2:09EST-TUE-6/24/2003
- There has been a whole lot of hype recently here at work about the upcoming release of Star Wars Galaxies. In fact, so many people here are excited about it that I can not escape all the clusters of people milling about talking about it. You know what? I've been getting excited about it too and I don't even know a damned thing about it. Sure, Star Wars was a neat movie. It was a pretty neat three movies way back in the day. The newer crap is just that. New. Crap. I dunno, I kinda liked Attack of the Clones with the exception of the name itself. Jar Jar was almost non-existent so I was pleased. The graphics of the game look to be pretty damned good. I can almost see why people are getting so excited. I also found out that it is not a game all about just fighting and killing eachother. There are not really even classes, just skill sets. One of the guys I work with spent six hours the other day dancing and picking up rocks. I thought that was the dumbest thing ever until I realized why. Because he could. That's great! Everyone here wants to start characters on the same server and they're all leaving EQ to play it too. Heh, since I have not had actual fun in EQ for a while now, it seems like a perfectly good reason to give it a try. Might as well. So, if you don't see me after Thursday night, you know where I am. At work, probably, but when I'm not here, there, or asleep, I'll be dead. Again. Oh, I also redid my hair today. Bleached my hair and redid the purple. Everyone thinks it's blue. I'm baffled. Oh well, I like blue too so I don't care. I think I'll eat some nachos.
4:15EST-SUN-6/22/2003
- I love the keyless entry for my car. It's the best! It's such a great convenience for times when fumbling with keys just is not enjoyable or you are lazy. That's pretty much all the time, isn't it? Still, I could take this one step further... Maybe more. Behold! That would be great fun to incorporate into my car or better yet, my next house! Walk up to my car, look at it funny, the doors unlock and the car starts. Sure it is not programmed for it, yet, but that's what projects are for! Much simpler to incorporate into a house. Hell, even I could do that without having to learn anything new. Just build a box just to run the software and a little script to fire up the USB door lock. If nothing else, this would be almost as cool.
2:17EST-SUN-6/22/2003
- Tonight, thanks to Rhys, I got to have one of these. They are quite tastey! I might have to pick up a case of my own. Certainly more powerful than Bawls but the blue glass is just so much more cool (imho).
16:32EST-THU-6/19/2003
- Ninja Gear has bunches of snifty t-shirts and stickers. My particular favorite is here.
0:45EST-TUE-6/17/2003
- The Red Baron is the man! I've always been keen on him and a recent discussion about a Red Baron pizza led me to realize with much shame that I could not remember his real name. Manfred Von Richthofen must sure have liked pizza to have landed that endorsement deal. Funny, I never figured Germans to be big pizza eaters...
1:16EST-SUN-6/15/2003
- I'm seldom happier than when I have a project to work on or some new item to lust after and as some of you may know by now, it's that time of season again. Nothing better than a day of flash burning cordite to poke holes in paper and coke cans at 200 yards followed by jumping off of perfectly good rocks into perfectly cold water which invariably leads to calzones and brew at Barley's. Soon, it'll be GUN DAY season again. That's right. Aw yeah! I know I've been saying that for a while, but this time I have a good job again so that makes a WORLD of difference. Once I put a new scope on my .300WM, I'm going to probably start building a .17HMR rifle. We'll see. =)
2:46EST-SAT-6/14/2003
- The fine folks over at The Spark are excellent scientists and know all about dating and sex. I'm learning a lot. =)
0:45EST-SAT-6/14/2003
- Just in case you are one of the unenlightened few who have not heeded my words in the past about how amusing I find John Welter, I implore you to check out these two articles.
21:52EST-FRI-6/13/2003
- It's Friday the 13th and a full moon tonight. W00t! It's already been a really strange day. It began strange yesterday when I had to save a friend's life. I did my good deed for the day. =) Scouts honor!
4:38EST-THU-6/12/2003
- Rhys bought me donuts! He's my buddy. =) Thanks, Rhys!
2:56EST-THU-6/12/2003
- /voice Brack *on*
I love you, baby, I love the way that you walk,
I love you, baby, I love the way that you talk,
I really like it when you call my name - "Hey Braky Wacky!"
Oh, I like your sister, I like your Aunt Louise,
I like your doggie, hey, I even like its fleas!
I really like it when you tickle me - hee hee hee hee, STOP IT!
Somebody left a cake out in the rain, OH NO!
I was gonna eat that cake, but now it's all wet and I don't think I want any!
We could get married, just the two of us,
And you could get a job driving a school bus.
I love you, baby, will you marry me?
You don't have to decide right away. Think it over.
Who's it gonna hurt?
Where you going?
/voice Brack *off*
If I ever ask some poor unfortunate soul to marry me, I'm going to sing her that song as I break out the engagement ring (freshly obtained from a box of stolen Cracker Jacks). I'd probably get a similar reaction as Brak did, but you can't blame me for trying!
0:34EST-THU-6/12/2003
- Life... is strange. I'm sure you know this already, but in case you don't, take my word on it. The only thing more bizzare is love. That's damned near incomprehensible. So sit back and enjoy some Bondage Fairies!
2:06EST-WED-6/11/2003
- How To Piss Off Your Cat and Superhappyfunball!
23:42EST-TUE-6/10/2003
- Rhys... Sydney... Take note. A cruise missle?
23:27EST-TUE-6/10/2003
- Ah, adrenaline... My favorite mistress. Whenever I get a burning rage for any reason whatsoever, I've found that driving really fast and screeching around corners always brings a tremble to my hands and an uncontrolable smile to my lips. Speaking of which, I need to go back to the Cliffs again some time soon. Unfortunately, it keeps raining so the water will be COOOOOOOLD. Can't have that. My bits would hate me. They already hate me and I hate them, so I try not to pick any fights that can be easily avoided. Oh! Someone please remind me to get some rechargable AA batteries for my digital camera. I go through a fortune in alkalines. Save the Erff and all that...
20:59EST-TUE-6/10/2003
- All the great artists and writers I've studied have drawn their inspiration from their misery. Extremes of anger and sadness can be great inspiration when channeled effectively. I personally prefer anger, because it lends itself to humor quite easily. Luckily, I've had an abundance of anger and sadness over the past few weeks and it's starting to show. Yesterday I had Zak laughing over my misadventures with a bottle of Pert and today I was entertaining a group of people in the back room of Magic Wok with various antics. Mostly involving the K-25 Chicken I had made for me with a lovin' spoonful of habanero peppers. I couldn't finish it. Not because it was too hot to eat (it was) but because I was sucking down so much Coke that I physically could not eat another bite without causing my stomach to explode. If any of you know how vile and offensive a belch can be after eating the Spicy Chicken, then you can imagine the fun we had with that. When they asked me how spicy I wanted it, I just threw my arms in the air like I had scored a touchdown and smiled. "Kill me!" They didn't. Instead, I was handed the jar of peppers and told to do it myself. Yes, I'm a moron, so I added what I thought was a reasonable amount only to discover that I had severely underestimated the pungent power of death contained in those dried little flakes of hell. As I tried to grind them up in the mortar and pestle they keep on hand for that very purpose, I could swear I heard the flakes laughing at me. Maybe it was just the pestle scraping the mortar, but I doubt it.
17:44EST-TUE-6/10/2003
- I got an email from an old internet aquaintance I met back when I had a job as a part-time psychic. (joke) I thought it was priceless. Just had to share it with ya.
My husband, not happy with my mood swings,
bought me a mood ring the other day so he would
be able to monitor my moods.
When I'm in a good mood it turns green. When I'm in a bad
mood it leaves a big fuckin' red mark on his forehead.
I need to get those for some people I know. Then I need to get a helmet.
4:03EST-MON-6/9/2003
- Free Daily Horoscope!
0:28EST-MON-6/9/2003
- Wow! I found this while at work tonight. I hope it sounds as funny as it looks since I don't have speakers here... Papa Smurf, Can I Lick Your Butt?
5:36EST-SUN-6/8/2003
- I've been laughing my balls off while reading the comedic stylings of John Hargrave (thanks Holly) and his rant about spam in his prank email sections gave me an idea. He mentions his email address as johnhargrave@well-knownISP.com and that was good for a laugh or two. I checked for the domain name and it's available. I'm expecting to get an email from genuine.email.address@well-knownISP.com any day now.
3:12EST-SUN-6/8/2003
- Any self-respecting man who thinks that eating should be some kind of challenge with a gold metal awarded to the winner, like I do, has learned to enjoy some of the world's most punishing foods. If the words "Hot Sauce" brings a smile to your chapped lips, then you're one of us. If so, and you are also a broke cheap bastard like me, then you might enjoy or already know my latest favorite snack. Pizza Rolls and Tobasco sauce. It's death on a stick! Mmmmm... I wants me some chili! Pizza bits will have to do. And yes, I am still at work so I'll have to torment everyone around me (Rhys) with my tastey smelly pizza bits and deth sauce.
0:26EST-SUN-6/8/2003
- YAY! Hampsterdance is back! I was sad to see them take it down. I guess my evil mailbot finally annoyed them enough for them to reinstate it.
22:53EST-SAT-6/7/2003
- I am so fucking confused. Sometimes I almost begin to understand women and then something happens to remind me that there is no fucking way I will ever be able to figure shit out. I can't even figure myself out today. I've been acting very irrational and all attempts to try to think straight have been useless. It doesn't make any sense and at least I know it, but I can't keep control over my own mind or emotions lately. My bond to Adrienne is still too strong for either of us to be able to live with. She's all the way out in Memphis and called me to ask what was wrong. She could tell. Likewise, I get those god awful feelings in my gut sometimes that turn out to be something dreadful happening to her. That would seem ideal if we were dating. Too bad we broke up several weeks ago. I try to distract myself with booze and pals but the link still remains when people pass out and you're nursing a hangover.
2:21EST-SAT-6/7/2003
- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ok, get this... Tomorrow (today when I wake up) Dave and I are going to go... fishing! HAHAHAHAHA! I haven't been fishing in ages. Here I am ranting about how much I hate this state sometimes but I still find fishing to be strangely rewarding. I don't know what it is. I don't like it because it's peaceful or anything. My father describes his fishing trips as extended bouts of drowning worms. Don't get me wrong, I don't like bass fishing. Standing on a shore casting out and reeling in over and over and over again depresses me almost as much as the thought that people pay money to do that on a video game system. I'm more of a bobber and beer kind of guy. I'll put something tastey (beef jerky!) on the hook, cast out and just stare at the bobber for a long time while I munch on snacks and drink either a Dr. Pepper or something stronger while chatting with friends. I'd never go fishing alone. That'd be like drinking alone. Disturbing. Hell, I like just about anything that can be a social activity. For those of you who think I'm mean for fishing, cope. I do not keep the fish, I do not eat the fish, I rarely make fun of them, and I always throw them back. In a way, I'm helping the fish to get smarter.
19:38EST-FRI-6/6/2003
- If you watch as many old movies and read as many old books as I do (granted I watch more old movies than read old books) then you should already know that old movies ruled by comparison to the shite we watch today. Sure, it's good to see things blow up and fantastic computer special effects every once in a while but the plotlines for most movies that score big at the box office were probably written on the back of a damp napkin at Dennys. Lately I've been on a 50's kick and have been watching a lot of movies from that time frame or about that period. I've been fascinated by the social, moral, and political beliefs back then. I wish I was born in the 30s so I could enjoy the 50s. Then again, I probably wouldn't be sitting here writing HTML code for other monkeys to read or ignore at their leisure, would I? Hell, I'd probably be dead already. Maybe I was. Maybe I died and came back as a nostalgic webmonkey. As much as I like the 50s, I can't stand my grandfather. He creeps me out. Every time I try to talk to him he tries to tell me I'm a slacker and I need more Jesus in my life. Not the best way to win me over. Still, after watching a particularly good movie the other day I sent him a brief email saying how much I admired his generation. One sentence. I hope it makes his day.
18:33EST-FRI-6/6/2003
- I've never considered myself to be particularly empathic or spiritual. Especially in the religious sense of the word. Still, latent abilities have begun to resurface after a loooong absence. I walked into a gas station the other night to pick up some drinks and as soon as I walked in the door I was overcome by feelings of apathy, distrust, and hatred. It was an odd sensation that took me a while to figure out until I left. I walked in, grabbed my Dr. Peppers, and headed towards the counter where I noticed two women gossiping about their men. There were some guys in paint splattered blue jeans and the same color paint in their hair. They were trying to count out enough change to buy a case of cheap domestic beer. The guy behind the counter definitely embodied apathy. When the painters would demand packs of cigarettes he would meander around letting his neck roll from side to side while trying to find the pack they wanted. Sometimes I hate living in TN. Sometimes.
19:54EST-THU-6/5/2003
- Ugh... Fighting off a hangover. I did a bit more drinking last night than I figured I would (or should) but here I am. I just hope I have the ability and willpower to go to work tonight. I'm not supposed to, but I didn't go on Monday and would like to make up the hours while I can. I was woke up by another one of my credit card companies calling to harass me. I gave them the same options I gave the others and that seemed to appease them. Good good good. I'm currently watching Full Metal Jacket. Again. It's good for ya. =) Luckily, I've found a butt-load of movies available for download and have been doing just that. In fact, I just finished pulling down another one that I haven't seen. Gotta run.
5:32EST-WED-6/4/2003
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! It's been a while since I went to view The Spark and even longer since I bothered to read any of the articles instead of just taking tests. While checking out one of them, I found the cute bit above. Yeah, I hate Fords too.
5:00EST-WED-6/4/2003
- I was talking to Lucas today and mentioned how someone told me I had a flair for the dramatic. I think it's untrue. I believe I'm pretty darned stable. Low maintenance and all that. You know what? Lucas laughed in my face and said I was a veritable drama queen. I told him to cite some examples of some dramatic mess I was responsible for. He said "The whole Holly thing". I'm not positive that I know what he was talking about but he started to list some other crap before I demanded to know what the hell he was talking about. The whole holly thing??? He conceeded that I may not have been -directly- responsible but I was smack dab in the middle of it. I was just trying to play damage control in the one situation I can think of. So, I put the question to you. Those of you who know me at least. =) Am I really a cause of drama?
0:33EST-WED-6/4/2003
- As of yesterday (Sunday? Monday? Time holds no meaning to me) afternoon Adrienne helped me dye my hair the most marvelous shade of Violet. I love it. I was also shocked to find that when I went to work tonight, NOBODY said anything about it. I work in a call-center with hundreds of people. Most of whom knew me before when I worked here last. Still, I figured I would at least get a comment about color returning again. Not even my old room-mates noticed. I've even been out shopping in the ultra-conservative town of Oliver Springs at a hardware store of all places. Nobody even looked at me twice. I'm shocked, but quite pleased. This means my years of trying to expose the world to unnatural hair colors (in a nice well-groomed haircut) is beginning to pay off. Now that people are so used to seeing people like me parade around with our fun hair colors, that it no longer warrants a second glance except for the occasional compliment. I actually got hit on by a 80 year old woman a few months back when it was still bright blue. I was walking through a retirement home (don't ask, and no I didn't steal anything) and this one woman smiled and said that if she was 50 years younger she would wear me out. The mouth on this woman! She must have been married to a sailor. Or been one.
2:05EST-MON-6/2/2003
- I love this shit! Spybot Search and Destroy is a GREAT tool for killing adware and spyware. Having problems with an unscrupulous ammount of pop-ups? Homepages being set to goatse? Tons of annoying new icons down in your taskbar like Gator? Well no more! Download Spybot, run the shit out of it, and clean your hard drive of all the unwanted useless crap and adware that has been bogging down your tired system. It's the best. Ladies will love you for it! Guys will too. Guaranteed to add inches where it counts.
23:35EST-SUN-6/1/2003
- Well... Last night had a lot of really good points, one really really bad point, and then some good times since then. Out of respect, I'm not going to tell you what it's about. Some of you might already know anyway so no need to repeat it here. I've chewed my nails to the points where they hurt like hell and typing is no joy. I hate waiting. If I could lock myself into a stasis field for a couple of years, that'd be great. Probably expensive though. My credit cards would hate me too. =) Damn... I could really go for some Long John Silvers right about now. Mmmmm... Greasy fried fish. Yum!
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