Man… A mortar and pestle leave mad blisters. Hopefully all work will be worthwhile. Btw, when cops walk in your front door at 2am and ask what you’re doing with a mortar and pestle, make sure you tell them you’re studying biology at the University of [insert random state here], they’ll walk out and pretend like they didn’t see anything… Well, not before asking you to turn down the music and commenting on how contrasting your t-shirt is compared to what’s playing. Wow.
I’m in the car with the tank of gas that will take me to nags head. I should be there in under two hours. Oh glorious eve.
You know how sometimes you’ll be having a conversation with someone and they say something that throws you so completely off guard that you can’t think of anything to say? BOY HOWDY did that happen to me today. I got the same shivers you get the first time you go in for the first kiss. The shakes from standing at the edge of the highdive and knowing the next time you inhale, you’ll be falling. But when your lips meet, or you hit the water, it all blasts away in one firey wave of extacy.
Shit, I could use that wave right about now… I can barely type.
I hate rain. A lot. What’s worse is having to sit out in it while waiting for a train to come in that’s already 4 hours late. Actually, hate isn’t the best word to describe my feeling toward rain. I do enjoy sitting on the porch on a rainy summer day just listening to the droplets ping against the leaves, feet propped on a bench, sipping an ice cold beer… No, rain isn’t all bad, but sitting on a window ledge of a train station, surrounded by cement, rocks, steel, and smog, and not a clue when you’ll be able to leave? That rain sucks. It sucks hard.
I’ve been trying to avoid thinking as much as possible lately… here are a few of the things I’ve tried not to think about:
What other people are thinking when I talk to them
Why Synaptic Package Manager has proxy settings seperate from the system defaults, why it doesn’t have credentials or NTLM support of any kind, and why ISA 2004 sucks almost as hard as ISA 2000 at passing innocuous packets
Why mysterious figures from my past are suddenly talking to me again
How someone can ask me why they don’t talk to me anymore when I never knew in the first place (yeah, they forgot)
When I’ll get some new fucking computers in the training rooms
Why my screen name signs on from a third, undisclosed location every night shortly after 8pm, then doesn’t respond when I send it a message (my password is difficult to brute force, and I’ve never told it to anyone, or written it down anywhere, nor have I told it to remember in any location not within my reach at this very moment)
Quantum Particle-Wave Duality
Why everything’s better deep fried
Where all my cool T-Shirts are
Where my copy of Hackers is
I dug a huge fishing net out of the sand at the beach night before last. Went with a few good friends, lots of fun.
There was a girl working at the 7-11 on the way there and it was quite obvious she was into me, but I failed to ask for even her number. Regret is one of those itchy things, if you scratch it it gets worse, but if you just ignore it, it goes away.
Last night, on the other hand, ended up with me sitting at home alone watching a movie because my friends didn’t return my calls or bother to call me. I did get in touch with one friend, but she was about to go to sleep, so it would have been unfair of me to ask for her company. Loneliness is one of those itchy things…
So, today I’ve just been working on web stuff and wishing the A/C was on. Good times.
If I owe you a web design, please know that I’m working on it, I’ve just been really distracted by lots of itchy things lately.
P.S. – I finally stopped the spammers that have been pounding my site. The great thing is, the solution is completely transparent to you users. Gosh I’m clever.
P.P.S. – If you want to do anything, make contact with me (try my myspace page, linked to the left). I may also make a contacts post shortly and link it in my navigation. EDIT: Contacts are up.
I’ve been in Quantico for four days now. Yesterday I was actually on base until 11pm. Needless to say, training has me a bit tired this week, lol.
In other news, I’m trying yet another method for blocking spam. After this comes completely disabling trackbacks and putting a captcha on comments. That will at least make sure the spammers are human before they get to be seen on my homepage.
If any of you bastard spammers actually read this thing, could you just make a temporary screen name and message me? My screen name is RedPicasso and I’d really like to discuss a few things with you. It’ll be like the movie Enemy Mine, except there’s no way in fuck I’m going to try to learn your language.
I actually wonder if you speak any language at all. If you were intelligent at all, I know you’d find a job to make money and not spend all day every day harassing people who just want to share tidbits of their life. You’re pathetic. What you do is akin to putting stickers on people’s cars in parking lots advertising things that have nothing to do with cars or parking lots. Do you really think my readership gives a flyng fuck about penis enlargement (half my regulars are chicks dude…), cheap airline tickets (heard of priceline.com?), or internet gambling (here, let me give you money I don’t have so you can put spyware on my computer)? It’s retarded, really.
Meh, I’m too disgusted to continue. Time to get some training in.
I’d like to keep a human heart in my freezer at all times, just in case. I figure, any other organ I could last at least an hour or two, but heartless I’ve got about two minutes til I’m brain dead. No time for waiting on a donor there!
In other news, I’ve lost my glasses, so while I’m dead sexy again, I can’t tell who’s looking. I’m considering laser vision correction in lieu of new specs, but haven’t yet decided (there are disadvantages, you know).
I also plan on starting a pinball machine project I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Just recently decided to give it a shot again. I already have 100 pinballs, so that’s no problem.
Have a great day!