Forgotten |6:52 PM|
I just got done busting my ass for some overtime at work. I also finally got a check in the mail that I'd been expecting for some time, giving me a much needed financial shot in the arm.
As far as money goes, I did manage to settle my last person to person debt, and I'm very proud of that. With every long term debt besides my car paid off at this point, it's almost like I'm in a good financial position. We'll leave it at that.
I was trying to find a way to eliminate the idea of an anti-christ in world religons, possibly by setting myself up as an anti-christ. However, the horrific things that would be needed for me to do this are against most of my personal moral beliefs. Also, I doubt that merely getting myself spectacularly killed would settle the whole anti-christ question once and for all.
I was going to make cookies today, but I realized that would be stupid, seeing as I wouldn't be able to mail them until monday. So, sunday is the cookie making day. Right now, I have to primp and preen, the Hotrod hillbillies are on tonight, and I intend to look sharp.
Talk to you crazy cats later.
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Friday, April 05, 2002
Paniced cookie buying |10:42 AM|
I was a bit goofy last night, since the pharmacy took so damned long to fill my prescription (I called it in several hours in advance) I was wandering around the pharmacy not knowing what to do. In a panic, I bought some of those damn vanilla snackwell cookies. Upon returning to my car to wait out the remaining time, I decided to purchase the ingredients for the cookies I'm going to make this weekend for people. As I wandered the aisles of the supermarket across the street, I found my impulsive behavior worsening. I saw some tortillas, and decided I needed to make fajitas. While hunting through the meat section for proper cuts of steak, I decided "Screw Fajitas, I'm makin' Gyros!". My hunt for that meat took me close to the seafood department. That's when I saw the lobsters.
Now, it's probably a good thing I do my crazed shopping at night, so that it's harder for me to get myself into trouble. Had I purchased a lobster, the evening would have only gone downhill. "Ooooh I should make LOBSTER!". I have no idea how to make lobster. I have no idea how to store lobster. I doubt the lobster would actually make it home alive, seeing as how I was already tempted to put the lobster on my head. I even tapped on the damned glass and said "Hey mister lobster!" in a really silly voice. I'm pretty sure if I went back to the pharmacy with a live giant, sea bug on my head, they'd hand over the drugs pretty damn quick. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID! I'VE GOT A LOBSTER ON MY HEAD!"
Lobster Sticks to Cecil.
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Thursday, April 04, 2002
.089% click through |2:47 AM|
I started using some of my 8000 free blogger Pyrad impressions, but so far, out of 2,000 impressions, I've gotten 2 clicks. Maybe they bookmarked me. I dunno.
There was a caterpillar in my car today, it had already started the cocooning process, and I was at a loss for what to do. Earlier this week, a substantial number of caterpillar threads falling onto me had made me look stupid in front of a woman, but still, this was surely a different creature. I let him do his caterpillar thing, Maybe he'll turn into a butterfly in my car. Probably not.
These toys are incredible. I've ordered mine. They come with riot shields, and I'm going to build an army of Korean Riot Police. I'll get images of the dreaded KRP in a sec. First, I have a debt to pay back.
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Wednesday, April 03, 2002
Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the middle ages |1:15 PM|
My second article on the site was pretty vicious as far as the Camelot Faire thing goes. I will say this, I came up with a dining idea something like "Medieval Times" before I had even been to that particular show. The basic setup would be you and your dining associates are given a big table, piled high with food and booze and "ale". You drink out of cast iron mugs and whatever those big cups are, eat off of plates made of fresh bread, and generally enjoy horrible excess. Dancers hired from local male and female strip clubs generally "Do their thing" while in character (while keeping their clothes on for various reasons), and there would also be other live entertainment. Fools (jesters) magicians, all manner of odd things. All while lit by roaring fires. Belching and food spilling would be encouraged. Later in the evening you would be allowed to judge local criminal cases as if you were the lord of the land. Oh, and the sword of Damocles is over your head the whole evening.
I did have fun at that fair, and I did end up spending money on a candle. Oh, they had a throwing star booth, and I showed the same consistency, but lack of accuracy that plagues my dart throwing. My first 5 darts were all on the same Y-axis, and were all within 2 inches of their neighboring stars. No ninja am I.
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On streets blocked by patio furniture |12:37 PM|
I finally got the site up and running. Vorpal offered to do the coding, and so if he's happy to slave away and make it run, I'm not going to stop him. Now it appears my role is that of a supervisor, or editor. Wonderful. I do my best to contribute non-shitty updates. I don't want to call them articles, or posts, as the site is not a news site nor is it a forum. I've contacted some of the old contributors to the Comedy Gangbang site. But the interest level isn't nearly as high as it was the first time around. I think the timing was a little better on that site, and the old contributors have since been burned by that sites degradation, and eventual destruction. I won't let that happen to this site, if at all possible. If I have to start hauling lunatics in from the street to make them write, well, so be it. I'm going to start advertising the site on Blogger, I've got 8,000 impressions for free lying around, which is pretty damned cool. But what to come up with for slogans? I might also talk to some other websites and see about whoring my site out. Maybe I've got something they can use in trade.
Work continues at my "real" job. I am still staggered at the kind of life altering changes that would be made if I finally got my raise. Stuff like "6 months down the line I could quit and start my own business again" or maybe the simple "I could start taking a new martial arts class on weekdays" or the idealistic "I could go back to night school". Speaking of College, I guess it kind of worked out that it all failed horribly, my plans that is, otherwise my electricity would be off, no matter how well educated I was.
My boss is learning Visual Basic, which so far as I can tell is the AOL of the programming world. It's mostly clicking buttons.
|9:56 PM|
I didn't sleep at all last night, just awful insomnia. I have no idea why, but I didn't sleep the whole night, just little moments of less awake then others. Being in bed, alone, at 4:30am is probably the most bored you can be while still being comfortable.
I had this weird and stupidly geeky dream in the early morning. Ever wonder what happens to all the storm troopers in Star Wars that get shot?
In the dream I was one of the guys responsible for tidying up. They die so often, that you stick the whole body into a machine that dissolves down the organic materials. Chemically, like Logan's run, or maybe it was bacterial. Fungi? Eh. I was just the guy cleaning up the bodies.
Once you deal with the wiggly bits, you feed the clean armor into an armor shredder, that just crushes it down and makes neat cubes. It throws a lot of stuff around, especially the front chest plate. It's like a large thresher/compactor. There's debris everywhere, crunching underfoot, flying through the air into people's eyes. People kick the shin guards around like popcans, bowel the helmets around, that sort of thing.
I got bored and started slaughtering people, dragging them back to the room to use the process. "Neat!"
Then, all of a sudden, it's myself and some friends, and my old computer teach, bouncing on a trampoline, comparing stupid answers we gave on surveys that were really references to video games.
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