Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Jan 11, 2006
Tis
Current mood: blah
Category: Blogging
My definition of a vacation is doing something out of the ordinary of what one would normally be doing. Living by that extract a vacation could be anything from living through a car accident to riding a donkey in Mexico. But right now I wish for nothing more than the chance to sleep in. It’s the little things…tis.
Currently listening:
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By ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
Release date: By 26 February, 2002
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Jan 10, 2006
Flat Tire
Current mood: crazy
Category: Blogging
Words of advice have been circling once again through my head. Like worn down tires that need to be attended, I know what I have to do…change. When I was a kid all it took was some slime (this neon green goo) to put into my rubber bike tube and poof the flat was remedied. Now that I’m 24…wait that’s always the tuff part of the New Year and it’s always two fold for me…the damn year change from a 5 to a 6 on checks and my new found age from 24 to 25…damn rascal mistakes. Anyway at my age whatever it may be, all I have to do is change my tire in a pink sweat suit, be late for work, and purchase new tires at the amazingly low rate for $550 in the ghetto while sportin a whoopee cushion suit…?
Speaking of pink suits, an older gentleman who works as a classes and workshop trainer for my company was giving his 101 on problem solving. He said, “Remember to focus on the methods and not the problem.” Those words, those words…. I think they would work if I fixed my worn down tires and put their advice on for less than $550. My mind has a hole were the rain comes in and it keeps wondering (thank you Paul McCartney for the metaphor.) I live in this crazy fantasy world where I displace myself in time and entrenched in wild dreams. Deferred gratification is what they call it and I don’t do it… Maybe there’s hope for change…should I indulge in writing here and now or sacrifice the bliss of this liberating medium and shower and go to bed??? Bed you’ve been winning lately. I must be getting old=a state of mind=tires easy and not eager to take themselves to the limits=boring=me at the moment. Young can be an old person who is the antecedent of the preceding list. And I’m the antithesis of the tic that mechanically winds it’s beat attached around the souls of a looking glass society. We all can use this cyber thing to remain connected but somehow with this amazing power so many seem to miss the point…we are like files on a network merely saved not never fully utilized.
Currently listening:
The Incomplete Triangle
By Lansing-Dreiden
Release date: By 06 April, 2004
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Tis
Current mood: blah
Category: Blogging
My definition of a vacation is doing something out of the ordinary of what one would normally be doing. Living by that extract a vacation could be anything from living through a car accident to riding a donkey in Mexico. But right now I wish for nothing more than the chance to sleep in. It’s the little things…tis.
Currently listening:
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By ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
Release date: By 26 February, 2002
9:20 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Jan 10, 2006
Flat Tire
Current mood: crazy
Category: Blogging
Words of advice have been circling once again through my head. Like worn down tires that need to be attended, I know what I have to do…change. When I was a kid all it took was some slime (this neon green goo) to put into my rubber bike tube and poof the flat was remedied. Now that I’m 24…wait that’s always the tuff part of the New Year and it’s always two fold for me…the damn year change from a 5 to a 6 on checks and my new found age from 24 to 25…damn rascal mistakes. Anyway at my age whatever it may be, all I have to do is change my tire in a pink sweat suit, be late for work, and purchase new tires at the amazingly low rate for $550 in the ghetto while sportin a whoopee cushion suit…?
Speaking of pink suits, an older gentleman who works as a classes and workshop trainer for my company was giving his 101 on problem solving. He said, “Remember to focus on the methods and not the problem.” Those words, those words…. I think they would work if I fixed my worn down tires and put their advice on for less than $550. My mind has a hole were the rain comes in and it keeps wondering (thank you Paul McCartney for the metaphor.) I live in this crazy fantasy world where I displace myself in time and entrenched in wild dreams. Deferred gratification is what they call it and I don’t do it… Maybe there’s hope for change…should I indulge in writing here and now or sacrifice the bliss of this liberating medium and shower and go to bed??? Bed you’ve been winning lately. I must be getting old=a state of mind=tires easy and not eager to take themselves to the limits=boring=me at the moment. Young can be an old person who is the antecedent of the preceding list. And I’m the antithesis of the tic that mechanically winds it’s beat attached around the souls of a looking glass society. We all can use this cyber thing to remain connected but somehow with this amazing power so many seem to miss the point…we are like files on a network merely saved not never fully utilized.
Currently listening:
The Incomplete Triangle
By Lansing-Dreiden
Release date: By 06 April, 2004
11:33 PM - 2 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Monday, January 09, 2006
Matt http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=25196371
Current mood: crappy
Category: Blogging
It’s inevitable that I start out Monday on 4 hours of sleep. It seems while on Zombie mode a person tends to get a little more edgy. Work was the same ole’as my day started out with my sister’s assistant manager sweating me for my dad’s #. She needed to get a hold of my sister becasue my sister didn't save some files on the network. I wasn’t gonna give this abrupt woman who was standing there squawking in my face my father’s phone number. Just because my sister gets to live rent free in his apartment doesn’t mean people should get his cell number to contact her at 7:30am. I told her she couldn’t have my Dad’s number and of course that caused drama. I ended up taking care of contacting my sister myself. Then we had an office meeting. I brought my paper with me because we usually have a lot of down time before our meeting starts and I wanted to play Sudoku. Then I get back to my cube and my boss said it was rude for me to bring the paper to the meeting…as if I was reading it while the people were talking. I feel like a third grader just typing about it here.
So I meet my girlfriend for some pizza at Pasquni’s after work and she was rudely reading the paper while we were waiting for our food to come…(Whatever.) Then she glances up and asked if I heard about the kid at Smoky Hill High School in A-Town. I said, “Yeah, two kids were in a fatal accident last weekend.” To my dismay she replied by telling me the school has expressed yet another horrible loss. A young man by the name of "Matt F'in lockerman." Our at least that’s how appears on his MySpace profile. God, I just feel so bad for those kids at that school. Losing three lives in such a short amount of time is something I just can’t fathom.
Of course this has me thinking about life…and the sudden nature of it ending, so I went to my ailing emphysema stricken grandmother’s house. I love this woman like a mother and it’s painful to see her so young with a big tube hole for oxygen in her neck. I bought her a little Sony voice recorder with batteries and tapes a few years ago for Christmas. She was only given two years to live when she got diagnosed and I wanted her to record her life stories that I’ve heard a myriad of times. Needless to say my grandmother has never used the device to record her time capsule of knowledge for myself and family to enjoy. So tonight I brought my own recorder and asked for her thoughts on money. I’m going to continue the interviewing process tomorrow…but for now it’s time for sleep…I’m shooting for 6 hours of shut eye tonight.
Current mood: crappy
Category: Blogging
It’s inevitable that I start out Monday on 4 hours of sleep. It seems while on Zombie mode a person tends to get a little more edgy. Work was the same ole’as my day started out with my sister’s assistant manager sweating me for my dad’s #. She needed to get a hold of my sister becasue my sister didn't save some files on the network. I wasn’t gonna give this abrupt woman who was standing there squawking in my face my father’s phone number. Just because my sister gets to live rent free in his apartment doesn’t mean people should get his cell number to contact her at 7:30am. I told her she couldn’t have my Dad’s number and of course that caused drama. I ended up taking care of contacting my sister myself. Then we had an office meeting. I brought my paper with me because we usually have a lot of down time before our meeting starts and I wanted to play Sudoku. Then I get back to my cube and my boss said it was rude for me to bring the paper to the meeting…as if I was reading it while the people were talking. I feel like a third grader just typing about it here.
So I meet my girlfriend for some pizza at Pasquni’s after work and she was rudely reading the paper while we were waiting for our food to come…(Whatever.) Then she glances up and asked if I heard about the kid at Smoky Hill High School in A-Town. I said, “Yeah, two kids were in a fatal accident last weekend.” To my dismay she replied by telling me the school has expressed yet another horrible loss. A young man by the name of "Matt F'in lockerman." Our at least that’s how appears on his MySpace profile. God, I just feel so bad for those kids at that school. Losing three lives in such a short amount of time is something I just can’t fathom.
Of course this has me thinking about life…and the sudden nature of it ending, so I went to my ailing emphysema stricken grandmother’s house. I love this woman like a mother and it’s painful to see her so young with a big tube hole for oxygen in her neck. I bought her a little Sony voice recorder with batteries and tapes a few years ago for Christmas. She was only given two years to live when she got diagnosed and I wanted her to record her life stories that I’ve heard a myriad of times. Needless to say my grandmother has never used the device to record her time capsule of knowledge for myself and family to enjoy. So tonight I brought my own recorder and asked for her thoughts on money. I’m going to continue the interviewing process tomorrow…but for now it’s time for sleep…I’m shooting for 6 hours of shut eye tonight.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Strange Days and Getting My Mac On
Current mood: shocked
Category: Blogging
Yesterday I was driving north down Colorado Blvd. and while stopped at the Alameda light some girls in a red Neon with tinted windows honked at me. I casually look over and they were flashing a fat pink dildo at me. I swear crazy shit is happening every damn day. I don’t think they noticed my girlfriend was in the car with me because she sort of leaned forward to see what was going on and they got embarrassed. They put the dildo down and my girlfriend shouted, “I didn’t see it. You have to show me.” If I was a more talented person I would have pulled my camera phone out and captured the incident…hindsight is always 20/20.
Tonight I had a blast chillin a fellow Gout member’s house. Mr. Gout the second and his girlfriend are amazing people…speaking of amazing, I played the guitar on the PlayStation for the first time. Oh my god that game rocked!!!! It had Megadeth’s Symphony of Destruction and Pantera’s Cowboys from Hell. You can’t beat that. The game was fairly easy although I still suck at it. The concept is you play on this oversized controller in the shape of a guitar and there are 5 note buttons. You hit the notes as they appear on the screen do make the guitar play the song in the game. More and more the world of electronics is stealing my life. While driving home after the gala hoopla I started thinking to in my head, “Hey, I wonder if there is a tutorial to that game.” Thinking about that soliloquy I realize something horribly true about myself. I need to quit being pensive and just do what I need to do. I don’t need my hand to be held every time I get exposed to something new. I just need to do it!!! So it is my New Year’s resolution to use my new Powerbook G4 15’’ 1.67Ghz/1GB/ 100G/Super Drive Mac thing a magigy to melt the cube. There’s a lot to do and learn and it aint gonna get done waiting for some tutorial.
Oh, I gotta go…My g-string snapped…..on my guitar…lol
Currently listening:
Different Damage
By Q and Not U
Release date: By 29 October, 2002
11:14 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Guys get periods too…
Current mood: moody
Just ask my girlfriend.
Currently listening:
Anthology
By John Lennon
Release date: By 03 November, 1998
4:11 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Jungle
Current mood: blank
Category: Blogging
So it seems it is as The Briefs say, “One thing they don’t teach in school is outer space don’t care for you.” The world of computers is a jungle. It’s capitalism at its best really. What’s even worse is it’s like a blown up Twist and Shout because even if one supports the place by buying the products and contributing to their bottom line they still treat you like a statistic. I wrote I-Tunes a help message because I downloaded the new version of I-Tunes on my Sony Vaio laptop (purchased in 1999) and I can’t burn CDs. I can’t ever burn music I purchased from their damn store. So I tried everything they asked. I went to the help section and gave them a diagnostic. I read the tutorials and finally I sent them an e-mail. They gave me so automated response that had nothing to do with my question and sent me back to the tutorials I already looked at. Then I get an e-mail to buy an I-Pod customer service package for $60. So let me get this strait, you sell a person a $500 product then that person spends another $200-$300 on accessories to acclimate it to their everyday life uses i.e. driving in a car, connecting to a computer or working in a cube and then you offer 0 customer service…unless a person pays anther $60 of their hard earned money???? I don’t get it. What will Apple get for their low quality customer service??? More $$$. My computer is six years old, it time to move on. I need to donate this Vaio to my sister and get a Mac to takes care of my everyday needs. I plan on going to L.A. to study music at M.I.T. and they require the use of Macs. Plus talked to the News Paper director at Metro he frowns on the use of PC in journalism. Credit Card debt here I come.
http://spawn.com/toys/music/other/beatlescartoonbox/images/other_beatlescartoonbox_photo_01_md.jpg
I’ve sent two messages to MySpace telling them how I can’t add music to my profile. I was supposed to get an automated message from them telling me they received my e-mail and I never did. Like apple I’m sure they won’t respond and now MySpace won’t be able to allow me to carry the lovely tunes from “Featured Bands” that pay MySpace to advertise. On top of that there are malicious sites that look perfectly normal but put data miner bugs into your computer??? When I say perfectly normal I mean these girls have friends and people have tagged their message board etc. Thank God I was raised right and don’t give strangers my info…but I know many a person who would…it would be easy to mistake these profiles for real people. That’s enough of my bitch session. It’s a jungle out there but at least I have a credit card to help me swing from vine to vine.
P.S. if you have time to burn check out this fun E-card from a band I love with all my pee-pee.
http://www.facques.net/thebriefs/ecard.html
Currently listening:
Peel Slowly and See
By The Velvet Underground
Release date: By 26 September, 1995
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Advice from Three Brain Cells
Current mood: numb
Category: Blogging
So I don’t own a TV and I thought I was so fucking cool. I used to walk around town thinking how everyone was some sort of zombie depleted of life from the haunted spirit of the cathode rays. But now all I have to show for my fascism is bleached skin, a worn out coffee buzz and a MySpace profile that gets updated every hour for an hour on the hour…I can’t stop playing on this thing and it’s sick!!! My girlfriend attempts to placate my apprehension by rationalizing all my wasted time. She says, “It’s your vacation you can do whatever you want.” This perhaps is true but can I afford to waste my time losing the 3 brain cells I own? I’ve got to reserve some space for the ABC’s somewhere. On the bright side I wasted some of my birthday money on the most amazing chocking hazards ever…
That’s right folks you are looking at McFarlane’s action figure Beatles!!! Whoa yeah, I only dropped 40 some odd dollars on the miniature liver pool lads…but now it’s my time to rationalize. “I only have three brain cells left because I wasted many good ones on MySpace this last week.” Amongst other things tonight I did accomplish something outside these demonic pages, I washed the dishes. In accordance with the wisdom of my grandmother my completions of the dishes with my soaked shirt proves with out a shadow of a doubt I will marry a drunk. I use this logic to try to coerce my girlfriend into drinking more booze, after all misery Loves Company and there’s plenty of Gout to go around. In more breaking news concerning the realm of MySpace, I have been the victim of an evil plot of cyberspace hudlumization or whatever you want to call it by three people pretending to be girls and trying to solicit my masculine attention. For any gentlemen who might be reading this. Do not open messages with pictures of what looks like a girl’s butt in a thong (it could be a dude's. You really never know these days.) Because those sites are full of malice. I clicked on these sites (found in my message folder) to block these users. Then after the blocking was complete my gut told me to run a virus scan on my computer. Sure enough between the two scans I ran there was 11 new critical items that needed to be deleted. For all you out there, if you see an unidentifiable butt in your message box just put it out…delete the silly thing whatever you do.
So I was just about to post this and lo an behold another blond beauty tried to say she was in my neighborhood for the night and that we should get the web-cam on…Yeah the fuck right. I used to be on MySpace last year and there were never this many predators. I’m mean come on!!! My profile says I’m in a relationship. Why are all these people coming after me???I admit I’m on late at night and I must seem desperate…but I’m NOT!!!! I’m just a nerd who wants to get his blog on…another 12 critical found objects later. This will be the last time I click on one of these profiles. Guys this is a warning. If a girl is leaving you a message that is too good to be true…it is.
Word for the night: proletarian
Currently reading:
Elliott Smith And The Big Nothing
By Benjamin Nugent
Release date: By 12 October, 2004
1:36 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Strange Days and Getting My Mac On
Current mood: shocked
Category: Blogging
Yesterday I was driving north down Colorado Blvd. and while stopped at the Alameda light some girls in a red Neon with tinted windows honked at me. I casually look over and they were flashing a fat pink dildo at me. I swear crazy shit is happening every damn day. I don’t think they noticed my girlfriend was in the car with me because she sort of leaned forward to see what was going on and they got embarrassed. They put the dildo down and my girlfriend shouted, “I didn’t see it. You have to show me.” If I was a more talented person I would have pulled my camera phone out and captured the incident…hindsight is always 20/20.
Tonight I had a blast chillin a fellow Gout member’s house. Mr. Gout the second and his girlfriend are amazing people…speaking of amazing, I played the guitar on the PlayStation for the first time. Oh my god that game rocked!!!! It had Megadeth’s Symphony of Destruction and Pantera’s Cowboys from Hell. You can’t beat that. The game was fairly easy although I still suck at it. The concept is you play on this oversized controller in the shape of a guitar and there are 5 note buttons. You hit the notes as they appear on the screen do make the guitar play the song in the game. More and more the world of electronics is stealing my life. While driving home after the gala hoopla I started thinking to in my head, “Hey, I wonder if there is a tutorial to that game.” Thinking about that soliloquy I realize something horribly true about myself. I need to quit being pensive and just do what I need to do. I don’t need my hand to be held every time I get exposed to something new. I just need to do it!!! So it is my New Year’s resolution to use my new Powerbook G4 15’’ 1.67Ghz/1GB/ 100G/Super Drive Mac thing a magigy to melt the cube. There’s a lot to do and learn and it aint gonna get done waiting for some tutorial.
Oh, I gotta go…My g-string snapped…..on my guitar…lol
Currently listening:
Different Damage
By Q and Not U
Release date: By 29 October, 2002
11:14 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Guys get periods too…
Current mood: moody
Just ask my girlfriend.
Currently listening:
Anthology
By John Lennon
Release date: By 03 November, 1998
4:11 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Jungle
Current mood: blank
Category: Blogging
So it seems it is as The Briefs say, “One thing they don’t teach in school is outer space don’t care for you.” The world of computers is a jungle. It’s capitalism at its best really. What’s even worse is it’s like a blown up Twist and Shout because even if one supports the place by buying the products and contributing to their bottom line they still treat you like a statistic. I wrote I-Tunes a help message because I downloaded the new version of I-Tunes on my Sony Vaio laptop (purchased in 1999) and I can’t burn CDs. I can’t ever burn music I purchased from their damn store. So I tried everything they asked. I went to the help section and gave them a diagnostic. I read the tutorials and finally I sent them an e-mail. They gave me so automated response that had nothing to do with my question and sent me back to the tutorials I already looked at. Then I get an e-mail to buy an I-Pod customer service package for $60. So let me get this strait, you sell a person a $500 product then that person spends another $200-$300 on accessories to acclimate it to their everyday life uses i.e. driving in a car, connecting to a computer or working in a cube and then you offer 0 customer service…unless a person pays anther $60 of their hard earned money???? I don’t get it. What will Apple get for their low quality customer service??? More $$$. My computer is six years old, it time to move on. I need to donate this Vaio to my sister and get a Mac to takes care of my everyday needs. I plan on going to L.A. to study music at M.I.T. and they require the use of Macs. Plus talked to the News Paper director at Metro he frowns on the use of PC in journalism. Credit Card debt here I come.
http://spawn.com/toys/music/other/beatlescartoonbox/images/other_beatlescartoonbox_photo_01_md.jpg
I’ve sent two messages to MySpace telling them how I can’t add music to my profile. I was supposed to get an automated message from them telling me they received my e-mail and I never did. Like apple I’m sure they won’t respond and now MySpace won’t be able to allow me to carry the lovely tunes from “Featured Bands” that pay MySpace to advertise. On top of that there are malicious sites that look perfectly normal but put data miner bugs into your computer??? When I say perfectly normal I mean these girls have friends and people have tagged their message board etc. Thank God I was raised right and don’t give strangers my info…but I know many a person who would…it would be easy to mistake these profiles for real people. That’s enough of my bitch session. It’s a jungle out there but at least I have a credit card to help me swing from vine to vine.
P.S. if you have time to burn check out this fun E-card from a band I love with all my pee-pee.
http://www.facques.net/thebriefs/ecard.html
Currently listening:
Peel Slowly and See
By The Velvet Underground
Release date: By 26 September, 1995
1:07 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Advice from Three Brain Cells
Current mood: numb
Category: Blogging
So I don’t own a TV and I thought I was so fucking cool. I used to walk around town thinking how everyone was some sort of zombie depleted of life from the haunted spirit of the cathode rays. But now all I have to show for my fascism is bleached skin, a worn out coffee buzz and a MySpace profile that gets updated every hour for an hour on the hour…I can’t stop playing on this thing and it’s sick!!! My girlfriend attempts to placate my apprehension by rationalizing all my wasted time. She says, “It’s your vacation you can do whatever you want.” This perhaps is true but can I afford to waste my time losing the 3 brain cells I own? I’ve got to reserve some space for the ABC’s somewhere. On the bright side I wasted some of my birthday money on the most amazing chocking hazards ever…
That’s right folks you are looking at McFarlane’s action figure Beatles!!! Whoa yeah, I only dropped 40 some odd dollars on the miniature liver pool lads…but now it’s my time to rationalize. “I only have three brain cells left because I wasted many good ones on MySpace this last week.” Amongst other things tonight I did accomplish something outside these demonic pages, I washed the dishes. In accordance with the wisdom of my grandmother my completions of the dishes with my soaked shirt proves with out a shadow of a doubt I will marry a drunk. I use this logic to try to coerce my girlfriend into drinking more booze, after all misery Loves Company and there’s plenty of Gout to go around. In more breaking news concerning the realm of MySpace, I have been the victim of an evil plot of cyberspace hudlumization or whatever you want to call it by three people pretending to be girls and trying to solicit my masculine attention. For any gentlemen who might be reading this. Do not open messages with pictures of what looks like a girl’s butt in a thong (it could be a dude's. You really never know these days.) Because those sites are full of malice. I clicked on these sites (found in my message folder) to block these users. Then after the blocking was complete my gut told me to run a virus scan on my computer. Sure enough between the two scans I ran there was 11 new critical items that needed to be deleted. For all you out there, if you see an unidentifiable butt in your message box just put it out…delete the silly thing whatever you do.
So I was just about to post this and lo an behold another blond beauty tried to say she was in my neighborhood for the night and that we should get the web-cam on…Yeah the fuck right. I used to be on MySpace last year and there were never this many predators. I’m mean come on!!! My profile says I’m in a relationship. Why are all these people coming after me???I admit I’m on late at night and I must seem desperate…but I’m NOT!!!! I’m just a nerd who wants to get his blog on…another 12 critical found objects later. This will be the last time I click on one of these profiles. Guys this is a warning. If a girl is leaving you a message that is too good to be true…it is.
Word for the night: proletarian
Currently reading:
Elliott Smith And The Big Nothing
By Benjamin Nugent
Release date: By 12 October, 2004
1:36 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
