23:38EST-MON-7/31/2K
- Fun, but pointless activity of the day: Getting into fist-fights with pro-life GUYS. It's an exercise in futility, but at least it's exercise.
21:19EST-MON-7/31/2K
- We watched the Thomas Crown Affair last night for the second time. It was one of those great movies that kicked me in the head because the plot was so complex that it could keep me interested. What a great flick! Not as cool the second time around because I still remembered the majority of the plot twists, but I forgot one or two key factors that allowed me to love the movie again the second time. The last time I enjoyed a movie with such a rich plot that it made you think was "The Game". It's the one about the Theatre of Life that is becoming so popular in Europe. If you're afraid of clowns, you might not like it though... Great movies for mind-fuck enthusiasts.
02:03EST-SUN-7/30/2K
- Well, I'm drunk right now (yay). I've been talking to a lot of people today and it's kinda neat. I've been social today (how unusual) in spite of my waking up and taking 6 hours just to put on a simple pair of trousers. Lucas and I tried to go out to CompUSA where we discovered that they didn't have anything that we needed. Damn. Don't we just suck? Ex-girlfriends fuck with my mind.
15:23EST-FRI-7/28/2K
- That's right, yesterday was my day off. Not from work, but from the web. In fact, I worked my arse off yesterday and didn't have time to slack off and update this page with whatever tangent was going through my head.
21:37EST-WED-7/26/2K
- I certainly hope I'm not getting addicted to coffee again. That would suck. Mostly because I drink it with 6-15 packets of sugar and typically two creams per cup. This is not the healthiest combination in the world, but I hate the taste of coffee. "Then why the hell do you drink it?" Because, I feel pretty damned good afterwards and it's a hell of a way to keep me awake, alert, and friendly while I'm at work or driving. Granted, when I'm on really really long road trips (I love you Heather) I typically end up taking half a bottle of speed that you can pick up at any grommet truck stop. Those tend to leave me with tingly hair, fragmented thoughts, and terrible insights into human nature. Don't try to get into a philosophy debate with me when I'm wired on speed. At the very least, it's not a pretty sight, and at the very worst, you might become a hedonist like me. Fear. Coffee. Right. I knew I was talking about something. I came in to work this morning (well after 4pm so afternoon by some people's standards) and was really antisocial. I knew this had to be remedied or else I would be hating life once I got to talk to my first customer. I decided to drink a cup of coffee and see if I could become more alert. Well, it worked like a charm. I was cheery, happy, and actually enjoyed talking to people. 10 minutes previously I didn't even look at the people I was ignoring as they said "hi" for the day. Could this mean that I have unknowingly become dependent on coffee? Can this mean that I shall become more and more irritable in the mornings until I get that first cup of superglucosesaturatedjava? I certainly hope not. I can't stand addictions. That's even worse than a high maintenance girlfriend!
20:53EST-WED-7/26/2K
- It pays to advertise. Just like this page. I have even gotten a couple of emails already from people who wanted to say "hi" and invite me to come see pics of them and their nubile, shaven, 18 year old friends at their pajama party. They were very naughty. Eventually, I'll have links to all of the stories, amusing anecdotes, bizzare observations, bad grammar, poor spelin', and unfinished works that I've put online. We'll see.
01:29EST-WED-7/26/2K
- HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! If you have ever seen or read the hardcover version of Interview With the Vampire and like geek humor, then this is a must-read.
19:43EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- I have been reading about Babylon, Sumer, and particularly Enki and Ashoreth. Fun stuff. Worth checking out if you like ancient civilizations and their religions. The implications are kind of disturbing though. I still enjoyed reading about Endiku and Gilgamesh, but these take the cake. Still, wouldn't it be cool to have a bunch of monkeys for pets, your best friend is a minotaur, and um... there was something else... oh yeah! He was a king. Definitely a plus. Not as interesting as a manipulative asshole like emperor Julius Caesar Germanicus (one of my personal heros) or the crazy bastard, Caligula. Don't rent the movie. You'll probably lose the plot somewhere during the 3rd hour of orgies. Maybe I was just imagining a plot to try and justify watching over 3 hours of orgies. If I were watching it just for the orgies, I would have been bored in 5 minutes and miss the fine performance of Malcom McDowell (from Clockwork Orange).
19:38EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- I need to get longer lunch breaks. This half-hour deal blows. That's barely enough time for me to skip out to my far, endanger human life as I speed to whatever restaurant I feel in the mood for, wait for them to mess up my order, and speed back, let alone actually have time to consume anything. I think I'll try to become a supervisor so I can get an hour for lunch here. I know I can do it. I can do anything. I just need to get others to believe it too.
18:46EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- I was just insulted! Someone asked me what my favorite html editor is. I looked at her like she had just told me that my penis was smaller than she suspected or something (luckily she has no idea). I pointed out that I was using Notepad and that I do this all by hand. All good coders will agree that it's the easiest way to do a page. If something on your page begins to look bad, you can just look at the code and usually you'll find the problem right away. If, however, you try to use a proggie to type your code for you, you are no longer intimately familiar with the layout of all the code. You have to spend a lot of time familiarizing yourself with what the proggie did and where it put everything. The worst stories I've heard are from people who tried to use WYSIWYG proggies to whip out their page and have to make a change later. I remember hearing of the concept a couple of years ago and I thought it was a miracle and an could easily be the best thing since sliced bread, or motorized clip loaders. Obviously, these programs need a lot of user interface and backend work. Until then, I'll still be perfectly happy to code by hand. A segment of the Matrix comes to mind.
"Do you always look at it in code?"
"You have to. The html works for the browser and not us. You get used to it. All I see are jpeg, font, table."
18:35EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- Well, it's done. There is now a piece of AOL contamination on my index page. I feel so cheap. I feel even more cheap than my already low low discount bargain prices. I am no longer worthy of a waffle and admission to Solar for the weekend. I had better start doing things to make my value go back up. Otherwise, my collection of Shane D. autographs will go down in value even more. I can't have that, now can I? I trade those for beers and AOL trial CDs to put the beers on.
17:46EST-TUES-2K
- Hey, neat! I found this little piece of ugly code (that allows for page integration of instant messaging features) on AOL's web site while I was trying to find an upgrade to my current version of AIM. Maybe I should have just stuck with 1.0 since it didn't have banners. 2.0 had huge banners and kept wanting you to convert to an aol user (shudder) and 3.0 keeps trying to throw up a ticker telling me about nothing useful and wasting perfectly good desktop real estate. I'll probably try to incorporate it into one of my other pages. Perhaps even the index page. Time will tell.
17:16EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- So anyways, back to Dalylah... Not really. That would be just too damned cool if I knew someone named that. It's the only song that Lucas and I can sing together and not sound like we're drunken white guys. We are, but it sounds better that way. At least it does when we're drunk... I woke up this afternoon a bit more tired and lazy than normal. This is unusual because I typically jump out of bed and immediately make a bee-line for my computer. There's important stuff on the web that needs to be downloaded and even more stuff that I need to tweak on my machine. Speaking of which, I need to pick up some kind of backup software before this weekend starts. The last thing I need to do is have to wipe my hard drive again. See posts below...
01:45EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- I used to hate working. It just cut away from what little time we were granted on this earth for this "life" thing. I used to think of it as a complete theft of our free time used to enjoy ourselves. I then realized that the money is a necessity used as a standard for bartering for goods. In the old days, people would trade livestock, tools, cloth, or services in exchange for foods and other needs for living. People often think of these as being a time of freedom and little worries. Far from it. There were always poor crop seasons which effected the whole economy (I love the study of economics) and caused hardship for everyone, no matter what their trade or skill because food became scarce and the food prices would inflate. A standardized bartering system was needed, and gold quickly became the standard and still is to this day. Now, we sell the hours of our life in exchange for the gold standard used to buy food, gas, rent, etc. With that realization, it became a bit easier to deal with and rationalize selling away my freedom to live for an hourly wage. This was much easier to deal with than the first few years of school, which I declared as a blatant robbery of our childhood carefree spirit. Knowledge is power and with enough of it, you can get paid much more for the hours of your life than others, or at least you can talk without people thinking you are a moron. Later on in our school years, something wonderful happens to us. It is widely agreed on that high school and college are the best years that many people can think of. Why? It wasn't the fascinating need to wake up before sunrise, the captivating school administration (with a few noted exceptions), the exquisite seating and dining facilities, or the to-die-for atmospheres of every English class I've been in. Naturally, I'm being sarcastic because the best parts were the friends that you made because you fought against a common enemy. The substitute teachers. Well, not just the subs. Most teachers have long since given up their dreams of changing the lives of the people who didn't want to be there and showing them the marvels of book learning (what a great term!). The few teachers who fought against us long enough to gain our respect were and are still remembered by anyone you talk to. The only English class that I ever liked, was taught by a crazy woman with an affinity for chocolate, Magnum PI, and standing on her desk with a bullhorn. Most of your best friends in the whole world were from your school days and college was even worse but you had more obstacles to overcome. Oversleeping, being a student (read: broke), campus housing, hangovers, and the peer pressure to skip class and go to "location X" where there will probably be hot guys/girls. It's a miracle anything productive gets done in such a Garden of Eden. Once you graduate and become part of the workforce, you are expected to work forty years with the same company so you can retire and finally enjoy life all to yourself and maybe a spouse. What a crime! You'll be at least 60 before the normal person (barring Powerball winners) can gain the personal freedom to live and do whatever they want without having to worry about a job or finances. Many people who don't plan their retirement wind up worrying about finances even more than they did when they were young and able to work. These are things that I don't like looking forward to but I know it'll be my fate if I fuck up and live that long. Do you know what work is to me now? It's high school, but you get paid for it and if you skip class too many times, you can't make it up in summer school. If you make the same equations between your job and school, you would be amazed at how much easier it is to wake up and put on a tie when you are getting paid to hang out with the new friends you have made at work. I currently work in the tech support industry where I have to talk to people for 9 hours a day (give or take overtime or lunch) about how to keep their network up and connected to the Internet. This sort of setting is natural to breed unity amongst everyone who works here. I've noticed that the hardest jobs or any other situation with difficult obstacles tend to make the people involved feel like they have a special bond with the people around them who are facing the same things. They can identify with each other more easily. Besides, they're great people to drink with on the weekends (or lunch hour). Work = High School + Paycheck. What a great equation! Plus, if you're a computer geek like we are, you get branded with even more dogmas and suddenly realize that there is a growing community of us (again) and that tech humor actually IS funny! When you can tell people a joke and they don't get it is one thing. You simply call them "blonde" and move on. When you tell them a tech joke and they don't get it, you call them a "Luddite" and move on (and smile because you feel like an elitist). When you can tell people what you do for a living and they still don't know what you do, it gets annoying but I still take some kind of twisted elitist pride in it.
01:19EST-TUES-7/25/2K
- I think I'll stay a bit late and get some more overtime. It's not like I've got anyone warm and fuzzy to go home to. I might have to get a new pet. I might start calling around the pounds to see if there's a Dachshund that needs to be saved. Perhaps a cat. Who knows. It's easier for me to train dogs than it is for me to train a cat though because they're usually standoffish for the first few weeks. Still, I think I'll stay for the overtime. I've already watered my plants this week. Both of them. You'd be amazed how well Spam cans work as pots for small plants. Next, I'll try to raise a cactus or two. Also, in Spam cans. It just seems fitting. Especially if they can grow off of the Spam. Probably won't help the smell of the house though. Not that you'd be able to smell it over all the spackle, drywall, and wood dust all over the place. Sooner or later we'll finish the house. I just need to get Patrick motivated and a day off when I can help him.
19:02EST-MON-7/24/2K
- I hate RC and Moon Pies.
18:16EST-MON-7/24/2K
- I was asked today "what would you do if you bought the lottery". Well, that depends on the type of lottery. If you're talking about the Georgia Powerball, then I'd probably be pretty damned happy and blow it all within a week. I'm good at that. If, however, I had won one of the lotteries from the medieval fantasy days, then I'd be kind of upset for two reasons. The first reason was that the winners of the lotteries were fed to dragons and the second reason has to do with the whole virginity thing. Still, winning the Powerball would be kinda cool. I still have no clue what I'd spend it on. Perhaps another car (Lexus LS400 or 1977 Lincoln Towncar) a house (custom built to my exacting dimensions of demented dementia), a new pair of trousers, an RC and a Moon Pie. I love my current car and I'd have to get a new paint job and the rims I've been promising it all this time. Yes, I talk to my car, but only to keep her happy. She's not the best conversationalist.
"Hi, Celi, how ya doing today?"
The door is ajar.
"Oh, sorry about that. (click) Is that better?"
Please input name.
"Um, I didn't actually want to listen to a CD right now, I was hoping we could just sort of chat for a minute."
That name is too long. Please input name.
"Right, well that seems to have been a minute. See ya later."
17:43EST-MON-7/24/2K
- Well kids, it's Monday again. Montag. Nicht, Sonnabend. Sign. Actually, Sunday was fairly productive. I put several checks in the mail to be sent out to people who wanted money in exchange for trivial things like water and electricity. I was not surprised to find that our mailman has issues with his job. He just threw in the new mail on top of what he was supposed to pick up and take with him. This was not too upsetting except that HE DIDN'T PICK UP THE SUBSCRIPTION TO MAXIMUM PC MAGAZINE! The commie pink-o sucks and must be destroyed. Not wanting to take our checks to the Electricity Tyrants and Water Mongers, but how dare he try to delay my enjoyment of computer article goodness?
05:05EST-SUN-7/23/2K
- Oh yeah! I still haven't managed to write about the original reason I signed on tonight. I will mention that I have fought briefly with my PC again this morning. It is looking like I have a new bad habit of formatting my hard drive on my days off. Just when I get into the mood for playing some Starcraft... I'd rather be playing Mechwarrior 2 or hanging out at the local Goth club, but this is not a luxury I can indulge in all the time. Especially since someone switched my copy of Mechwarrior 2 Titanium Edition for the Macintosh edition, and our Goth club sucks. Damn it. I -still- have managed to avoid the original topic of the evening. I'll start it now, I guess. This is why I never finish any of my stories. I get started on side notes that have side notes within them, which have side notes within them, which are all about Smurfs. Well, not all the time, but you can see that I've managed to stray way off topic again. Computers. Tomorrow another Dave, not the one below, and I are going to be working on his new PC. He has been wanting to do an upgrade for months now but he has the severe limitation of using a Hewlett Packard. This means we'll have to scrap just about everything but the floppy drive and mouse. Wish us luck. Hopefully, my recent curse of day off=formatting a hard disk will not make me need to wipe his hard disk like I've done to mine ever day off this past couple of weeks. Friggin' windows...
04:58EST-SUN-7/23/2K
- Oh yeah, I signed on for a reason... I'm not nearly as bad off as I was last night. That was an adventure into overindulgence. Usually, I make a mixed drink or grab a cider and enjoy a few of them during the evening or until things get interesting enough that I don't need to drink or it's interesting because I've had enough to drink and I'm on the verge of finding myself doing a strip tease while doing a table dance at Shoney’s (again). Anyway, tolerances aside (I'm a lightweight), I was meaning to talk about last night. We didn't have a whole lot of people drinking, but we did have a new member of the drinking crew. Dave. Dave is pretty cool, even if he is younger than I am and he's married. Weird... Anyway, back to Dalylah. He likes to drink differently than I do. He'll take about 5 shots of vodka and then be drunk for the rest of the night but be sober enough by the time he needs to leave. Great plan. I tried that once with tequila but it took twenty minutes for the booze to kick in. After that, I spent about an hour sitting in a bean bag chair petting the dog. Cute dog. Huge feet. Oh yeah, yesterday... I think I let Dave influence my drinking technique/strategy. Even though there were only 5 guys there and no women to say things like "now boys..." in order to ground us to more rational thought and at the same time, drive up the level of testosterone to make us try to do stupid things in order to show off, the phrase "you're not man enough" was heard a number of times. End result was that Dave and I drank about twice our normal maximums and wound up taking turns worshiping at the porcelain altar. Number 1 on my list of things NOT to do tonight/this morning.
04:53EST-SUN-7/23/2K
- I'm drunk. Pretty far out there. I've had to write that last four word sentence five times due to all the type-o's that were in there. That one was no better. Nor that one. Never mind.
01:57EST-FRI-7/21/2K
- Bored. I think it's time to clock out and go home. I borrowed some silicone thermal compound for my heat sink and so I'll be putting that on tonight. I might even modify the heat sink to better work with the Flip-Chip. After that, it's probably time for some overclocking...
22:21EST-THUR-7/20/2K
- I skipped work yesterday. I decided to skip while I was at work Tuesday afternoon. Mission accomplished. It was great. I woke up and my new CPU arrived in the mail. I popped it in, fired it up, and it ate my hard drive. Suck. I checked out the online prices on hard drives so I would know what to expect to pay mail order. I was really tempted to order one and just get it two-day air. Next day air would just be extreme and the companies never ship out on time anyway so that would just be a waste of $50. I began to format an old (and I -do- mean old) 1.6 gig hard drive and after watching it record bad clusters for an hour, I got into my car and drove over to Best Buy in Knoxville. I just couldn't be without my PC for that long. Besides, I was off work. What else would I do? I found an absolute steal on a pimp hard drive and after racing back home, I slapped that sucker in and formatted the hell out of it. Between the 7200 rpm and the new Celeron I slapped in there, I had a fresh install of Win98SE within 30 minutes of opening my case, including formatting. I swear that must be some kind of record or something.
21:40EST-TUES-7/18/2K
- I hate how expensive single pizzas have become. I just had a small ham/pineapple pizza delivered to me while I'm here at work. After tax, it came to just over eight dollars. Of course, you have to tip decently or you're scum, so I gave him an even ten. Normally, this would not upset me. What upset me is that this thing is ten dollars for a sub-ten inch pizza which looks about the size of a small Frisbee only it tastes better. It costs ten dollars for something that is barely larger than a slice of bologna? Damned commie bastards. Mind you, I was not the one that ordered this outrageous scam. Lucas needed to get a ride home from work. Instead of listening to him bitch and be empathic, I thought up a brilliant plan which involved my getting back the four bucks he owes me, feeding both of us, and him getting a ride all in one perfect and fool-proof plan. Well, if you build a thing to be fool-proof, the world will build a better fool.
19:00EST-TUES-7/18/2K
- I want a Playstation 2. I can't wait until October. Maybe I'll get one for my birthday. Nah, that would be too cool and highly unlikely. At most, I might get some socks. Just my luck, they'd be ugly white socks or something. Ack!
17:39EST-TUES-7/18/2K
- I was watching a bunch of 80's movies again the other night. I kind of miss them. 80's movies always contained a lot of promiscuous sex and low moral good times. We have not had any movies like that in a long time as far as I know. I can't think of any off the top of my head, anyway. All the Police Academy movies, Meatballs movies, Porkys movies, Cannonball Run movies, Nerds movies, etc. Yeah, I miss them.
17:12EST-TUES-7/18/2k
- I need some more coffee. Then again, I'm pretty sure that's the whole reason I was walking around work for 6 hours with a yo-yo and it only felt like I had been there for 30 minutes. I almost missed lunch. Once I got home, I sat there and read about ten chapters in a row from Snow Crash. This explains why I got so little sleep last night.
16:40EST-TUES-7/18/2k
- I feel like this is a Monday. I think this might be an after effect of having all that coffee last night and then not getting enough sleep. The good news is that I managed to get some of the important things done that I've been putting off like my haircut and mailing that letter to my bank at long last.
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