ARGH!!!!!! Eddie, you messed up my sleep!!!! Hehehehe, not that I'm really complaining or anything. Far from it. Our conversations are fun. But god are my co-workers going to hate me. Mwahahahahahahaha. One tall glass of Coke, four mini cans of Pepsi and no food later, and I'm fucking hyper!!!!!!!!

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)



Quote of the day:

There's two problems with growing old. The second of them is memory loss. I can't remember the first.

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.

God this is pathetic. It has now been over three weeks since I called Telus to order my DSL account. The modem still isn't here and apparently they'd started charging me for it! Bullshit! So luckily when I called them this morning, the girl I got was really polite, looked everything up and said she would change that. And she did while I was talking to her. Cookie for her. Worst case senario: Modem'll be here Friday or Sat. Still pisses me off, but at least I know it's coming now.

Happily, my computer is residing in it's corner on my bedroom floor. I got it all set up, the keyboard and mouse have really good range on them. Which is a good thing because I end up shifting around alot due to the lack of chair and desk. Sore back, neck, knees etc but I've got a computer. I'll work on finding a better position for it as I go along. Chances are good, I'll end up putting the monitor on my dresser and yanking the bed closer. Dunno yet. Also, Chris and Eddie were nice enough to load it up with music for me. So far my favorite stuff has to be The Best of Queen. They've got some suprisingly good songs. Also I was able to download, curtesy of Kirk and Corwin's internet account, some E Nomine songs off of Nick. Good stuff that. Very good.

However, it is time for this one to go find something to eat. Maybe more pasta. Should pull some hamburger out of the freezer and make a meat sauce..... oh wait. No spices to put it it. Bugger! Ok, just veggie sauce then. Meh.




Are you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah down beside that red fire light
Are you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew love before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me

Answering the Phone; Takes Two and Three

OK, so we all remember what happened last time I attempted to answer the phone only semi-aware or my surroundings. Well I did it again. Phone rings, I jump out of bed. This time I didn't run into the closet door. I actually made it to the phone. However, conversations go alot better when you hold the phone the right way. The mouth peice does not go to your ear. This makes speaking highly difficult. Though it did save me from being deafened by the fax machine that was calling.
The next time I answered the phone I was fully awake. Sadly my reflexes are not much better in either situation so that didn't help much. I was in the kitchen, looking for a glass when the ringing begins. First action, spin on my heel in direction of phone. Second action, fall on ass when loose rug on floor slides out from beneath my feet. Fun stuff. I'll learn one of these days. Really. I will.

On a side note, I got the privilage of cleaning out the donut fryer at work today. For anyone who enjoys mucking around in a sludge that is made of equal parts burnt donut, burnt sugar and partially solidified grease, it's an entertaining job. Actually I didn't mind it that much. There's something satisfying about cleaning something that dirty and knowing that you did a real good job. The real fun part was putting the new shortening in. You pull chunks of it off one big block and then pack it in around the elements in the fryer. Took me damn near an hour but I got it done. Yay me!






"Sometimes myraid people suffer from the evil of one man. Thus myraid people are saved by the killing of one man. Is this not an example of the sword that kills is the sword that gives life?" Miyamoto Musashi

Hey look, another update!!

It's 7:30 in the morning and I'm at the 'rents place. Day off. w00t!! The fun part? I'm sitting here in front of the computer with a glass of milk and a bowl of............ you guessed it, mac and cheese. Ah yes, no better way to start a morning, or for me afternoon, than a nice warm bowl of KD. I am lazy, no?

Answering the Phone; Take One

Ahem, following is the sequence of how I answer phone calls when half awake. I post this as a warning for anyone who calls during the wrong hours. These hours are anywhere between 4pm and 1am. I ask people who really seriously wish to speak to me, to kindly take note of these hours. It will help greatly.

Time and Date of events: Monday, April 5 at aproximately 4pm

I become vaguely aware of a noise that sounds nothing like my alarm clock. Realize that it is the phone ringing. Throw off the blankets and surge to feet, heading for noise. Promptly run straight into closet door. Rebound off door and onto butt on floor. Dimly realize that phone has stopped ringing. Get to feet, stagger out to phone, check caller ID, stare at number and wonder who in the hell was it that called. Also conclude that I am far too groggy to even attempt phoning said number. Stagger back to bed and just as drifting off to sleep realize who's number it was. Sit up, swear, flop back down, roll over and go back to sleep.


The Surgeon General warns:
Calling my apartment at the wrong time can be hazardous to MY health.