Monday, May 17, 2004
Giant Boomerang |3:22 AM| Edited a bit for mostly spelling issues. I left the really bad ADHD signs in there.
Do you recall "bumper stumpers"? Goddamn, that was a stupid goddamn show.
Portal and I went out to the field near the apartment I had to leave last week on 36 hours notice. It had been mowed, and I had a chance to show her what an ant hill looks like during "mating day". But ants were not why we were out there, we were throwing the boomerang.
I was throwing well enough that I pulled on a work glove and tried to catch the damn thing on a return pass, but I couldn't quite pull it off. Practice, practice. Also, we brought out this monstrous, crimson "Spalding Classic" boomerang that I bought for 8 bucks right before Portal gave me my current nice one. The difference between the 8 dollar one and the nice, $20-30 one was shocking. We couldn't even get the red one to turn around during flight. It did make a great noise as it left your hand, though. The damn thing was so heavy that during the throw a horrid "Thwoo...Thwooo" noise was produced, like the air itself was yelling and dodging out of the way. Here is an image of me posing stupidly. Please note the sweat had weighed down my hair. Pictured is the nice boomerang with its slightly...jubilant color scheme. I like it, I just wouldn't bring it into a bar with me.
I'm still messing around on OKcupid. This one chick I was talking to suddenly changed her pictures around, and the "seeing someone, but still friendly" vanished from her profile. From her messages, it became even more clear that she'd broken up with her boy toy. Problem was, her new pictures made her strongly resemble this chick I'd stopped talking to ages ago in less than ideal circumstances. Why was this a problem? Because I couldn't show Vorpal the chick's profile without him implying that she looked just like previously mentioned girl.
Anyhow, today he was bitching about not finding anyone, and I happened to mention this chick. The first thing out he said to me after he looked at her profile was "These pictures remind me of [girl]."
After I explained that I knew he'd say that, there was much guffawing. Here's the chick in question
Here is
The Revolution will not be televised because I feel like it.
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Thursday, February 26, 2004
The Three Mr. P's. Or something. |10:48 AM| Last night, I was delayed in going to Portal's house by my Past, some Pornography, and my Poppa. I had just told Portal I was leaving soon when a friend of mine sent me an AIM message showing me pictures of the current boyfriend of a former friend of mine. We remarked that his head looked kind of "smooshed". I think it's a medical term. Right after that, my dad (using my little sister's AIM client) sends me a message asking where his "f******* cookbook" was. Since the cookbook is mine, and I wasn't about to let my father self censor, I replied "You mean MY apeshitting, dogfucking cookbook?" I went on to use some other foul language when my dad, still sending messages on a pink background in a giant purple font, sent back "Don't try to impress me."
It stopped me in my tracks. Normally when on a cursing tear like that, nothing really slows me down. My dad managed to. When I explained this, he said "Thanks for the props, dog."
Ugh. At least he wasn't changing letters into numbers. At about this point, some random poster on a forum asked me if I still wanted pictures of a girl I had posted. I had posted a thread, in a pornographic context, asking "can you identify this chick?" with a bunch of pictures of chickens and ducks, also included were some random women from my webhosting. I went to the trouble of accepting his offering of a bunch of pictures of this girl. (I'd been using the image as a punchline to a bunch of rack related jokes recently)
Portal was only partially amused at my explanations as to why I was late. "You were late because you were downloading pornography?"
"Not for me! I was going to post it in this silly thread I made."
"Oh! So pornography for other people! You're getting picture for other people to jack off to? Isn't that kind of...gay?"
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Saturday, October 25, 2003
Waiting to gamble |2:55 PM| I'm currently waiting for Heintzer to get back from work or Geekygrrl to wake up from her drug induced stupor. Her jaw has been "locking up" at night and so she's on a cocktail of downers, and Wellbutrin and some muscle relaxer. We got to discuss anti-depressents, their affect on diet, and the true nature of depression. What may be of some interest is that I got my adderall once again, and it seems to have triggered some obessive compulsive traits. I'll have a picture later, but before I went to bed I tidied up my luggage by the door. I folded the dirty laundry, and lined up all the contents of my pockets next to it. I felt these impulses, and followed them for amusement.
This morning I cleaned the kitchen (a little) and unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. The sink was too full.
Trips I've made to Phoenix:
1. Gone crazy, went west. Drove with Pants. Met up with SomeGirl, she introduced me to Dan Bern and Ben Folds 5 (musically, I didn't shake their hands).
-Held at gunpoint by Phoenix Police
2. Coming back from LA, on the return leg of the previously mentioned trip. Spent time chilling with Pants and SG near an ice cream stand. We made up funny things to say loudly, so that passerby would think we were weird.
3. Ill Advised AZ roadtrip. I drove zusty out to Phoenix on one hour's notice, at midnight, after a wedding. zusty was visiting from way up north, and so it seemed logical to drive 1100 miles to see a friend.
-Trampoline
-making cookies
-nerd house
4. Vorpal/Cecil go to AZ. For a vacation I went to Az just 9-12 months or so ago. Vorpal met up with Deathstar.
-kicked out of hotel room for duration
-paid for gas money from gambling ($40 into $260 in under 90 minutes of actual game time)
-the attractive military police women, and the america west gay men
-chilled out in the pool for several hours.
5. Go to Phoenix because you fucking feel like it. I felt like it. I did it. Chilled in a pool, bought food, lent someone money that would go towards them doing drugs.
6. This current trip. It was supposed to be a trip to california. Then it turned into "Help Sulz and Friggybum move" now it's "be lazy, be far away, miss your girlfriend"
So it is.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Do they make teflon pants? |12:10 PM| Edit:
I forgot to add: The vampire meetup day is in 20 days. The sort of people we'll be meeting should be varied. Varied, in the realm of total fucking nutjobs, that is. I'll interview a couple of them, take some pictures and video if possible. I don't think I'll win any journalism awards, since breaking the "otherkin are insane" story is an old one.
I dislike strip joints. They're smelly, sweaty, and expensive. I was in a strip bar over the weekend for a friend's birthday party. Someone bought me a lapdance, and I wasn't sure how to react. I tried to look as though I was enjoying it, but I was really waiting for it to be over. I laughed a lot. Despite the humor, I still had an odd looking woman humming at my ear and crotch trying to be hot. Uncomfortable is not the proper word for it. I think if I am ever invited to another strip club I'm not going to sit down. Harder to inflict a lap dance on someone when they don't have a chair. I could also wear really slick/smooth pants so any attempts to sit on my lap are met with a comical non-stick surface.
I also fucked up my car on a gate. The neighbors were arguing, looking like they might turn violent, but I should still have been paying attention at a critical moment. It's my fault.
How often do people use "It's completely my fault" when they don't fully believe it's their fault, but think that other people believe it is all their fault? And what's wrong with adverbs, anyway? Vorpal says a good step in writing is eliminating as many words that end in "-ly" as possible. I admit that many of them are superfluous, but emphasis is needed in some messages.
Someone who used to be my friend might be destroying themselves right now. Makes me sick, I wonder what happened to the friend I used to have. Apparently they're no longer on their self destructive path, good for them. The suffering of artists is often a symptom, not a cause, of creativity. Part of me wishes that I still talked to this person, because I'd feel obligated to help them somehow, but this is the sort of situation where I think they'll have to figure it out for themselves. Like why not having your own bathroom sucks. Romanticizing tragic figures is dangerous, however I'm not one to talk as I do it myself.
I saw "The Italian job" for free, surprisingly not-terrible. Inoffensive, only a few violent scenes, and creative in some interesting fields of the "complicated robbery movie".
I'm at work, and Time Warner is again having issues taking care of my payment. I'm going to have to go in with cash. Update: Paid with cash, I'll be back online in a couple days. Hooorah. In the meantime, I can clean my new house. Otherwise my roommate will cut me.
Rent is almost due. My W2's are missing.
Yes, I intend to expand on all these soon, and hopefully throw some humor in, but I want to get them down before I forget.
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Giant Boomerang |3:22 AM| Edited a bit for mostly spelling issues. I left the really bad ADHD signs in there.
Do you recall "bumper stumpers"? Goddamn, that was a stupid goddamn show.
Portal and I went out to the field near the apartment I had to leave last week on 36 hours notice. It had been mowed, and I had a chance to show her what an ant hill looks like during "mating day". But ants were not why we were out there, we were throwing the boomerang.
I was throwing well enough that I pulled on a work glove and tried to catch the damn thing on a return pass, but I couldn't quite pull it off. Practice, practice. Also, we brought out this monstrous, crimson "Spalding Classic" boomerang that I bought for 8 bucks right before Portal gave me my current nice one. The difference between the 8 dollar one and the nice, $20-30 one was shocking. We couldn't even get the red one to turn around during flight. It did make a great noise as it left your hand, though. The damn thing was so heavy that during the throw a horrid "Thwoo...Thwooo" noise was produced, like the air itself was yelling and dodging out of the way. Here is an image of me posing stupidly. Please note the sweat had weighed down my hair. Pictured is the nice boomerang with its slightly...jubilant color scheme. I like it, I just wouldn't bring it into a bar with me.
I'm still messing around on OKcupid. This one chick I was talking to suddenly changed her pictures around, and the "seeing someone, but still friendly" vanished from her profile. From her messages, it became even more clear that she'd broken up with her boy toy. Problem was, her new pictures made her strongly resemble this chick I'd stopped talking to ages ago in less than ideal circumstances. Why was this a problem? Because I couldn't show Vorpal the chick's profile without him implying that she looked just like previously mentioned girl.
Anyhow, today he was bitching about not finding anyone, and I happened to mention this chick. The first thing out he said to me after he looked at her profile was "These pictures remind me of [girl]."
After I explained that I knew he'd say that, there was much guffawing. Here's the chick in question
Here is
The Revolution will not be televised because I feel like it.
Labels: AGirl, Broken Links, Hobbies, Mariko
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Thursday, February 26, 2004
The Three Mr. P's. Or something. |10:48 AM| Last night, I was delayed in going to Portal's house by my Past, some Pornography, and my Poppa. I had just told Portal I was leaving soon when a friend of mine sent me an AIM message showing me pictures of the current boyfriend of a former friend of mine. We remarked that his head looked kind of "smooshed". I think it's a medical term. Right after that, my dad (using my little sister's AIM client) sends me a message asking where his "f******* cookbook" was. Since the cookbook is mine, and I wasn't about to let my father self censor, I replied "You mean MY apeshitting, dogfucking cookbook?" I went on to use some other foul language when my dad, still sending messages on a pink background in a giant purple font, sent back "Don't try to impress me."
It stopped me in my tracks. Normally when on a cursing tear like that, nothing really slows me down. My dad managed to. When I explained this, he said "Thanks for the props, dog."
Ugh. At least he wasn't changing letters into numbers. At about this point, some random poster on a forum asked me if I still wanted pictures of a girl I had posted. I had posted a thread, in a pornographic context, asking "can you identify this chick?" with a bunch of pictures of chickens and ducks, also included were some random women from my webhosting. I went to the trouble of accepting his offering of a bunch of pictures of this girl. (I'd been using the image as a punchline to a bunch of rack related jokes recently)
Portal was only partially amused at my explanations as to why I was late. "You were late because you were downloading pornography?"
"Not for me! I was going to post it in this silly thread I made."
"Oh! So pornography for other people! You're getting picture for other people to jack off to? Isn't that kind of...gay?"
Labels: AGirl, Broken Links, Dad, Goons, Mariko
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Saturday, October 25, 2003
Waiting to gamble |2:55 PM| I'm currently waiting for Heintzer to get back from work or Geekygrrl to wake up from her drug induced stupor. Her jaw has been "locking up" at night and so she's on a cocktail of downers, and Wellbutrin and some muscle relaxer. We got to discuss anti-depressents, their affect on diet, and the true nature of depression. What may be of some interest is that I got my adderall once again, and it seems to have triggered some obessive compulsive traits. I'll have a picture later, but before I went to bed I tidied up my luggage by the door. I folded the dirty laundry, and lined up all the contents of my pockets next to it. I felt these impulses, and followed them for amusement.
This morning I cleaned the kitchen (a little) and unloaded/loaded the dishwasher. The sink was too full.
Trips I've made to Phoenix:
1. Gone crazy, went west. Drove with Pants. Met up with SomeGirl, she introduced me to Dan Bern and Ben Folds 5 (musically, I didn't shake their hands).
-Held at gunpoint by Phoenix Police
2. Coming back from LA, on the return leg of the previously mentioned trip. Spent time chilling with Pants and SG near an ice cream stand. We made up funny things to say loudly, so that passerby would think we were weird.
3. Ill Advised AZ roadtrip. I drove zusty out to Phoenix on one hour's notice, at midnight, after a wedding. zusty was visiting from way up north, and so it seemed logical to drive 1100 miles to see a friend.
-Trampoline
-making cookies
-nerd house
4. Vorpal/Cecil go to AZ. For a vacation I went to Az just 9-12 months or so ago. Vorpal met up with Deathstar.
-kicked out of hotel room for duration
-paid for gas money from gambling ($40 into $260 in under 90 minutes of actual game time)
-the attractive military police women, and the america west gay men
-chilled out in the pool for several hours.
5. Go to Phoenix because you fucking feel like it. I felt like it. I did it. Chilled in a pool, bought food, lent someone money that would go towards them doing drugs.
6. This current trip. It was supposed to be a trip to california. Then it turned into "Help Sulz and Friggybum move" now it's "be lazy, be far away, miss your girlfriend"
So it is.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Do they make teflon pants? |12:10 PM| Edit:
I forgot to add: The vampire meetup day is in 20 days. The sort of people we'll be meeting should be varied. Varied, in the realm of total fucking nutjobs, that is. I'll interview a couple of them, take some pictures and video if possible. I don't think I'll win any journalism awards, since breaking the "otherkin are insane" story is an old one.
I dislike strip joints. They're smelly, sweaty, and expensive. I was in a strip bar over the weekend for a friend's birthday party. Someone bought me a lapdance, and I wasn't sure how to react. I tried to look as though I was enjoying it, but I was really waiting for it to be over. I laughed a lot. Despite the humor, I still had an odd looking woman humming at my ear and crotch trying to be hot. Uncomfortable is not the proper word for it. I think if I am ever invited to another strip club I'm not going to sit down. Harder to inflict a lap dance on someone when they don't have a chair. I could also wear really slick/smooth pants so any attempts to sit on my lap are met with a comical non-stick surface.
I also fucked up my car on a gate. The neighbors were arguing, looking like they might turn violent, but I should still have been paying attention at a critical moment. It's my fault.
How often do people use "It's completely my fault" when they don't fully believe it's their fault, but think that other people believe it is all their fault? And what's wrong with adverbs, anyway? Vorpal says a good step in writing is eliminating as many words that end in "-ly" as possible. I admit that many of them are superfluous, but emphasis is needed in some messages.
Someone who used to be my friend might be destroying themselves right now. Makes me sick, I wonder what happened to the friend I used to have. Apparently they're no longer on their self destructive path, good for them. The suffering of artists is often a symptom, not a cause, of creativity. Part of me wishes that I still talked to this person, because I'd feel obligated to help them somehow, but this is the sort of situation where I think they'll have to figure it out for themselves. Like why not having your own bathroom sucks. Romanticizing tragic figures is dangerous, however I'm not one to talk as I do it myself.
I saw "The Italian job" for free, surprisingly not-terrible. Inoffensive, only a few violent scenes, and creative in some interesting fields of the "complicated robbery movie".
I'm at work, and Time Warner is again having issues taking care of my payment. I'm going to have to go in with cash. Update: Paid with cash, I'll be back online in a couple days. Hooorah. In the meantime, I can clean my new house. Otherwise my roommate will cut me.
Rent is almost due. My W2's are missing.
Yes, I intend to expand on all these soon, and hopefully throw some humor in, but I want to get them down before I forget.
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