[ life:revisited 2010 + 1 ]

I am currently eating some Hostess chocolate-frosted doughnuts. They are ok. Man work is just horrible today, slooooooowwwwwww.
Time to drink my gallon of coffee and try not to do anything productive. That'll be a challenge. Hopefully I can hide from the stupid people that will inevitably call and make me explain how to pour a cup of milk. Man I just wanna go home and crawl back into my warm covers and get back to sleep. Feeling inspired now?

Yep. Thats all there is to say. No depressive statements, no political reveries, no hyped up comedy. Just good night. I wish good sleep to those I love and cherish. I wish solace and calm to the most turbulent of people, and I wish emotion and fire to the people that are calm. I wish to all, not health and love to those I care for, not death and sorrow to those I hate, I wish equilibrium would find us all. Because after the time I have had, equilibrium is exactly what I am looking for. It is truly a mad world in which we live, and if we don't somehow figure out what is truly wrong, we are just as doomed as the dinosaurs. I love to think that I am enlightened, but I am in the trenches, just like everyone else.

To Zero and RedHead, I love you both, and you are the epitome of love, and your luck makes me sick :). To Liberal, I wish calm, and I want to tell you, you are never alone. To Goo, I wish to see you soon, and I cherish the time we had in college, it was beyond great. To Girlly, I will love you until the last breath I have escapes my lungs, you are truly what has kept me alive. I will never be able to repay you for what you have done for me. To the Wookie, thank GOD you can drive here, because without you and the army guy, I would be committed. To Shirt, I miss you, more than anything in this world. And to Carney. Carney. You have been my heart, and my conscience, you are truly the finest man I have ever known, and you are truly gifted, and I am lucky to have had the pleasure of knowing you. For you are the only man that knows me.

To those I have missed, I have not missed you, because you have never left my thoughts. The people in my life that have kept me alive, I love you all. It has been a rough 25 years, but for the first time, EVER, I feel sad, but I feel like I am going to truly survive, and make something of the life I have. It is a mad world we live in, and without the connection we all have, we would not be anything. We are more than the sum of our parts. We are truly what makes this world worth living for.

Darkstar.

P.s. And for Tim. I know you will never read this, but the effect you had on my life is so profound, that you will never understand it. The times we had were truly blessed, and I hope you find peace, somehow. You were the soundtrack of my life, and the way things were will be truly missed.

So, I turn out the light, and close another chapter. Live your life, and never question love. Good night.

Santa gave me VD for Xmas. WTF?

Hah. I always liked this picture. So I have the majority of the shopping done, just have shop for the super special woman in my life, and then I am done. Praise be to Jim-Bob, the brother of Christ (Obscure Robin WIlliams reference). I don't know about anyone else, but Xmas funds were super low this year, so I had to resort to actual creativity and manufacturing in my presents, making candles and gift baskets for the Moms and Step-Moms. They look pro, but they only cost like 15-20 ber basket, so that helped.

Today is pretty slow at the HellDesk, I assume because most of those that could leave did exactly that, leaving the slavering lackeys in the offices to call and bug me. But its the holidays, so I am not putting firebombs in their stockings, so I am actually solving issues without instructing the user to open the window and throw the device out.

New Years should be pretty damn fun, got a friend I haven't seen in a while flying in from Arizona, and the Jack shall flow like beer, shall flow like wine. Delicisioso.

Well, to make a long post short, I hope all my faithful readers have a great holiday season, and I will see most of you on New Years Eve.

//*begin serious post*//

Ok kids, here's the deal. It's explanation time.

This blog is intended to be a creative outlet for yours truly. Nothing more, nothing less. I may say some asinine, even repulsive statements, may express views that aren't for the light of heart. But the truth is, this is supposed to be funny, and interesting to read. Sometimes my political views are argued in comments, sometimes my anger will get away from me, just like any of us. To say it plainly, I am not going to strangle anyone, or even ever hurt anyone or myself. The posts that involve statements as such are there for me to vent my frustrations on the continued idiocy of the human race that I seem to be a magnet for. I deal with this frustration by posting here. If you don't like what I say, don't read it. I apologize for effects my posts have on people, but I do not apologize for writing it, because that is my right. That's just about all I have to say, except if you want sunbeams and rainbows all the time, go here and knock yourself out. If you want to laugh, and possibly explore some parts of the inexplicable human psyche, and most likely see me do some ridiculous shit, you have come to the right place. Don't take any of this seriously, you will go just as nuts as me.

Regards,

Darkstar

//*end serious post*//

searching dictionary.......result found.

WRATH - (räth), n.

1. Forceful, often vindictive anger.
2. Divine retribution for sin.
3. Belligerence caused by wrongdoing.

Oh if ole' Brittanica only knew the half.

So. As you can surmise from the above definition, I am bloody hacked off today. I have had just about all I can stand from people yelling at me for something that is their fault, but they are too asinine to realize it is their fault, so they have an attitude. Now I see why people stalk the cubicle-choked out offices of their workplace with an AR-15, looking for the person that stole their red swingline stapler. Furthermore, I am tired of people questioning my intelligence and judgement, when my intelligence far exceeds their protozoan psyche. If my big words hurt your head, go lay down and take an aspirin. Better yet some cyanide, and chase it with some Clorox. You fucking tosser.

......sorry. Well, not really.

So, I am going to do the only thing that any devious person who is vengeful and intelligent enough to hide the bodies would do, and that is going out to dinner with my "religious" side of the family, just to make sure my morality is down the fucking tubes. Then I am going to the local pub and downing scotch until I can't remember where I hid the bodies. Could this get any better? Might as well drop a bleeding cow with dynamite strapped to it, into a piranha infested lake, that is about to be hit by a low yield thermonuclear device. Sorry, more big words. In other words, someone shall be utterly destroyed this evening by the fiery wrath of an angry god, and I shall be its avatar.

Translation, I am getting pissed this evening and stomping something into non-existence.

So, if you see me out tonight, and I have some poor snot's throat in my hands, and I am doing my best to ensure that oxygen shall never again reach his brain, do what any good friend would do. Go find my god-damned shovel. Toodles.

//*begin scatterbrained post*//

I have so much stuff on my mind. Does anyone ever feel like that? Like you should be doing so many other things than what you are doing, but when you actually try to do said other things, they are just not any fun? Case in point, I should be studying for my CCNA exam, to further my career in the harebrained world of EYE TEE. I know I should be reading, I know I should be consumed by the want for upward mobility, and self improvement. But as soon as I crack the book, I would rather just stare blankly at a website I have no interest in. I don't think its disinterest, and its not because I don't have any work ethic. I just don't want to do it.

Now, at first, I thought my minor addiction to WoW was to blame, because I could always log on and level, or go raid for gear, and that was entertaining. But lately, especially after last night, when we wiped a ton, and there was no real loot, I was kinda fed up. No offense the players, we were all on top of our game, we just did not have any luck with pulls. After I logged off, I started to think, "Why am I even playing this game" For those of you not familiar with WoW, loot and gear are pretty much the objective, and they enable you to fight harder monsters, gain rep, and do more things in game. Good gear is very hard to come by, just ask ole' happy time eddy. If you don't have prolly 4-6 hrs a night to grind, then you will not get very good gear. I just don't have that kind of time, but all my guildmates (people I play with) do have the time, and they have better luck than me. So I don't really have a whole lot of reason to play, but I do enjoy a lot of the game, and the storyline is great. But I just don't want to do it anymore, its just not as exciting. I hope this illustrates my point. Indecision and unsurety.

Now couple this with an insatiable thirst for knowledge about just about everything, from J.R.R Tolkien to Trent Reznor, CCNA to carpentry and masonry, and you have my scatterbrained psyche, trying to become good at all things, and just being......average. I don't like being average. So that just about covers how I feel, I have all these projects, and yet no time to do what I really want to do. And the shitty part is, I am not even sure what I really want to do. I know nobody really reads this, but to those who do, go easy on me, my brain is squishy. I just had to vent about this, any suggestions?

//*end scatterbrained post*//

(Drums)

Luau!

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat,
Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat!

Come on down and dine,
On this tasty swine,
All you have to do is get in liiiiiine!

Aaaare you achin'
Yup, yup, yup!
Foooor some bacon?
Yup, yup, yup!
Heeee's a big pig!
Yup, yup!
You could be a big pig too!

Oy!

Drink: Goose Island Honkers Ale
Soundtrack: Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure
Weapon of Choice: These wonderful things

So I have finally calmed down a tad, from helping everyone and their mothers with their computers. I think I may have just been taking it too personal, and I guess worried about my "reputation" as a techie. And I still have plenty of issues to work thru, but I am not nearly as stressed about it as I was before. So that's one more stressor I can take off of my fucking list.

The wedding was awesome this weekend. The reception and ceremony were wonderful. I know they will never read this blog, but I congratulate the newlyweds, and wish them my best. Chicago traffic was about as easy as jerking off a rhino with a pair of pliers, but we got through it. Some lady found out the hard way that if you try to get out of the car without putting it in park does spell disaster. Whoops. Looks like the Volvo needs to hit the shop. That and driving all around the city with another IPASS, and then trying to scam the parking garage that I had only been there for a day, when I had been there for 3 days, was pretty tiring. Did walk into the W hotel on Adams (super posh hotel and bar) and get a beer bottle lobbed at me for no reason. So, in very un-me like fashion, I turned around, walked out, and went to 7eleven, picked up a 10$ 6 pack. Buddha would have been proud. I was like the MacGyver of the wedding party though, on little missions for everyone, had to videotape the ceremony, take pictures, find stuff, hold babies, and make nuclear devices out of ink pens. But It was still pretty fun to feel like I was part of it.

It's my girlfriend's birthday this weekend, so that will be a fun, and much less costly weekend. For any of you that are around in Bloomington, come down and have a few cocktails with us. I'm sure she would love it. The Bears continue to astound and yet aggravate the hell out of me, when the defense can crush things, and then as soon as Orton gets his little mitts on the ball, he screws us.

Haven't been able to play much WoW lately, been so busy. It kinda sux, but I am reclaiming my life a bit, haha. Well, what a random ass post. Hope everyone has a great holiday season so far, got all of my decorations up (well I was working, Amanda did most of the work since she played hookie) Well, more to come in the future.

Drink: Warm Cherry Coke
Soundtrack: Sasha - Boileroom
Weapon of Choice: Mayonnaise?

This image is from a webcomic called Megatokyo, you should really check it out, the art and story is superb. I hope they don't sue me for using the pic.

The first snow of the year always makes me feel....I'm not sure, kind of unfinished. Like I am missing something, and I am purposely just passing it by. It feels kind of like I am just skimming my life today, I'm really just not fully there. I just watch the snow fall, and I feel calm, but not complete. I have control of all my faculties, and my problem solving and analytical skills are on par, but my thoughts just seem to lack substance. I just don't feel like anything is really that important. The normal fervor of the Communications Center is muted, like listening to the TV while falling asleep. Nothing is life shattering, and everything seems endless. I just turn and look out the window and see snow silently falling on all of the objects in my sight. Watching snow fall makes me kind of sad for some reason, hence the picture (Sad Girl in Snow, Copyright Fred Gallagher).

I think if I were a poet, I would write a forlorn verse today, if I were an artist, I would paint something depressingly inspired today, if I were a musician, I would play a haunting jazz riff today. I think snow sometimes becomes a muse for us. I feel oddly inspired to do something aesthetically pleasing, but despondent at the same time.

I have a wedding all weekend, which I am sure will be made more picturesque by having snow in it's downtown Chicago location. I think this is the only time I am actually looking forward to something that makes people in Chicago drive even worse just to make the moment more complete. Hah. It's times like this where you tap a mental foot. Life seems to slow down, even though you know they are moving full speed. It's an oddly amiable, yet crestfallen mood.

Drink: 2 bottles of whiskey (so far)
Soundtrack: Bobby McFerrin - Dont Worry, Be Happy
Weapon of Choice: Codeine and Percoset

Holy shit. TIME OF MY LIFE so far. First night I show, I get some new gauntlets, second night, new boots, mace, and some other cool shit. All of us bois got hammered, and got a chance to chill for a bit, and hang the fuck out. It was awesome. So what if I wore the same clothes to my Dad's Thanksgiving that I got trashed in, still smelled like whisky, and looked like hell. Well, my hands are shaking because of withdrawal, time to hit the sack. More to come.

Drink: Mello Yello.
Soundtrack: Cake - I Will Survive.
Weapon of Choice - Pink Flamingo.

Well, for those of you that know me, you know that from roughly Thursday night - Sunday Morning of this week, I will be with my fellow compatriots, indulging ourselves in massive amounts of WoW gaming. It shall be glorious. I haven't had a vacation in a very long time, and this is going to be it for me, because I will get to relax, get hammered, and play some serious video games.

A lot of people criticize my so-called "addiction" to video games. Those people are simple minded amoebas, but they are also my friends, and my significant other (man I am gonna get slapped for this), so I guess an explanation of why I enjoy these games so much is in order.

Some people knit. Some people build models. Some people download movies. Some people make soy candles. Some people snort coke. I do none of these things (well maybe some), but I do play World of Warcraft. This game allows me to go crush things with a variety of weapons and spells, and explore a HUGE, richly animated and thought out world. I also can play with my friends in a group, and that is super fun. No you may ask yourself "SELF! Why would people be mad at good ole darkstar for this?" I'll tell ya my little chitlin. Cuz when I play, it takes a while to get most things done. A LONG while. Like long enough for me to play for days straight if I wanted to. This is working as intended from Blizzard. There are people who can play 1 time a week, 1 time a day, and there are those people who play CONSTANTLY. Now I used to be BAD with another game (FFonline eeeek), but I have really cut back, now I play only with some buddies rarely, and maybe for a few hours one night, every 1-2 weeks. A drop in the bucket right? WRONG! (according to others :( ) So. Here is my solution. I am going to the House of Paign this weekend, and Lolyna, Dmitri, the FBI crew and I are going to raid until the wheels fall off and stomp some serious a$$. ITS TIME FOR TEH MUTHA FSKING PERCULATOR!!!!! LEEEEEROOOOYYYYYY.....I wont even dignify that with a response. Needless to say, Tsaroth, Loly, Dmitri, and another poor soul are going to be drunk, rowdy, and funny as hell.

..ahem, ahem, I digress. So if you want to see my progress (more likely my downward spiral), check this blog regularly this weekend. I am bound to entertain.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow.

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very

Mad World....
Mad World....

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me.

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very

Mad World....
Mad World.........

Drink: Earl Grey, hot, dash of nutmeg
Soundtrack: Crossfade - Colors
Weapon of Choice: Thrash Blade with +4 weapon damage. wtfpwnzored.

Man I am over-extended. I took on some freelance work for another local company, and that means supporting the personal computers of the employees as well as their work computers. Its nice supplemental income (better than selling meth, I guess), but there is always something wrong. I have to do research in order to stop the massive amounts of spam they get in their email, and their email is provided by Verizon. Which, many of you know, is just about as stimulating and productive and wrapping your privates around a trailer hitch. I get to call them tomorrow morning to see if they can do any more blocking then they already are, which I am sure will end in fire. Mainly me giving them some fire and brimstone for their time.

So, I started the late shift at my main IT support job, 10:15 - 7pm. I'm not so sure about how it will go, cuz I am used to earlier mornings, but it still pays the bills, so no real complaints here. Been doing a lot of thinking of moving to Chicago. Actually, I know I am moving there with Amanda, I am just contemplating the logistics of the move, getting another job, and all the fun thoughts associated with moving to the city. It will be fun, especially getting a cool place downtown, but it will be stressful and costly as well.

Combine anxious thoughts, over-caffienation, stupid people, scotch on the weekend, and an already crazy individual, and you get me.

To quote ol' Bilbo, I feel like butter spread over too much bread. Seems like there is always something I have to do, and everything is just very complicated. I'm not sad, or depressed, just not really having much time for personal reflection or deep thought. Depriving someone who does that a lot is pretty strange. Kinda like going thru a fog for a week, and not really even noticing time passing. I use deep thoughts, meditation, and philosophic conversation as bookmarks in my life. Meaning, these dialogues punctuate my life, making life feel longer. Well that's about all I have time for. Good luck and good night.

Drink: Kona/ Columbian coffee blend :)
Soundtrack: Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper (MORE COWBELL!)
Weapon of choice: My gnarled, bare hands.

Has anyone ever been to North Dakota? Anyone? Has anyone actually had to go there and do something of importance or fun, such as work, or vacation? I ask this because I want to know something about the population and society there. My question is: ARE THEY ALL UTTERLY RETARDED?

I have fielded almost 1000 calls since my employment with a large company 3 months ago. I deal with user problems, computer equipment, software, and network connections troubleshooting and escalation. The only people I have had problems with are in frigging North Dakota, in Grand Forks, which to me seems like the middle of frigging nowhere. It looks like 2 major roads are there, and then maybe a gas station, and hopefully a hospital where most of the cities inhabitants are housed. We can't have these people running around, otherwise it would be like the Dawn of the Dead. No, actually it would be like Night of the Living Dead, those zombies are not fast, and just kinda of mill around making moaning noises. Which, subsequently, are easier to understand and interpret, compared to the accent that is used there (Think of Bobby's mom, from the old cartoon Bobby's World).

Now, I could deal with stupidity, accents, and zombies. I do that all the time. Hell, I do that on one foot while brushing my teeth in the morning. But, to those of you who know me, you know I cannot stand the combination of stupidity......and arrogance/condescending attitudes. It makes me want to take a flamethrower to the house of who actually thinks that this type of attitude helps the situation. This situation is infuriating to the point of Tazmanian devil like actions. But it seems that all of the people from the hamlet of Grand Forks have this condition. So my question again is: "W.T.F?"

Anyone who has information to the contrary, or who would like to sign my petition to let North Dakota secede from the United States, to form its own country of Stupidia, give me some comments. If you are from North Dakota, and I have offended you, I just don't give a shit.

//*begin strange post*//

Yeah its a little late in the day for a post, but hey, it's still a free country for at least the next 3 hrs.

Oh, before I forget, if you have no idea what this picture means check this out.

All of you who know what this means, see above.

Yeah the old all your base funnies, man I remember when that shite was freshies. That was quite possibly one of the funnier things I have seen in my life. Almost had Dane Cook tix, but the ISU students, apparently now they know who he is, sold out Braden Auditorium. Little bastards. They will probably just sit there and scream "DO THE PICKLE JOKE!!! NO! NO! DO THE ALIEN JOKE!!" sigh.

I guess my current mood would be frustrated. Oh well, what else is new, right? :)

I missed BlizzCon this past weekend. I saw what went on there, and it totally kicked a$$, but the one thing I needed to go, I didn't have, and that is $$. Dig the hole deeper into my bank account.

Man I just wanted a reason to post this pic, and the link, so I'll shut up now. L8r.
//*end strange post*//

Drink: Tylenol Severe Cold and Flu sludge (Not bad, actually)
Soundtrack: Cold Play - A Message
Weapon of Choice: A tie btw a large inflatable horse costume, and chocolate frosted donettes.

Well. I have been sick as hell the past few days, and I think the worst may be over, but who knows. Went to a Halloween party that was pretty swank this past weekend. Friend of mine spent 500 simoleans on decorations, just to have his nutty girlfriend get schnockered wayyyy to early, so he had to guard her all night ( Not like that has ever happened to me :) ). I did get to see my good friend dress up like the burger king King. He was creepin people out all night, pulling little fake hamburgers out to give them, all while saying nothing. Super creepy.

Sox won the series. Go us.

I have been wrestling with a weird emotion as of late - "Non - enthusiasm". You ever just stop enjoying what you normally love to do? You go to work/school/whatever and then you come home and instead of playing video games/making a candle/painting/whatever you just sit in front of the tube, and zone out. Normally those hobbies would have kept you busy for at least a few hours, right? Its super weird, and super shitty. I am one of those people who likes to feel like they are learning something, or doing something that improves themselves intellectually, physically (seldomly this much less :( ), and emotionally at almost all times. Whether it is reading a book on some form of tech, a fantasy novel, going for a walk, or watching CSI, all of those things make you feel physically, emotionally, and intellectually good, and you might learn somethin. Not lately. I just don't have any emotional drive to do the things I like. This breeds the emotion of "Non-enthusiasm". You look at tv or movies you would normally get excited over and just go "Meh". Anyone know a quick route out of this territory? Drugs? Therapy? A slightly funny and tragic love story that makes you feel better about your life? Who knows. I just feel like saying "Screw today, bed is more fun for me".

Well I am going to sit at my desk now, eat my frosted donettes, and wait for people to call in with more bard ballads of their stupidity. Go me.

Drink: h20 (thats water, for you people)
Soundtrack: CCR - Born on the Bayou
Weapon of Choice: A full tang, battle ready katana from Valiant Armories

The internet has given us many advances in our society. Through the pervasiveness of computer networks, we have gained the ability to share files and information over amazing distances, talk to our friends and family while in other countries, and use its boundless stores of information to write papers for school, learn to cook, and even get our degrees online.

Then we come to internet slang.

Yes the internet has a language, this language was born in chat rooms, and in multiplayer online games, in order to get what you want to say across in the least amount of time, and with the least amount of characters typed. I use internet slang or what we call "leetspeak" almost everyday. Phrases like "PEBKAC" and "RTFM" I use everyday, mainly because I support a network of people who have no business dressing themselves, yet they still work here. Other phrases, like "O RLY?" and "w4llh4x0r!" are used mainly in retort, to defend yourself against embarrassment, or to show anger at another's actions. "WTF!" and "STFU" are used cryptically in my chat area in WoW to berate morons that do things to get me killed. And the list goes on. Why am I writing about this? Good question.

Does the internet have the possibility of being its own entity? Maybe even its own country? You may laugh, and say, "we created the machines that it runs on, so no way!" Other contractors from other countries build buildings that people use for office, industrial, and residential spaces all over the world, and they build and sell buildings just like we build and sell servers on the internet, so that doesn't really apply, actually, but it sets the stage sort of. Maybe I am wrong though. Further thinking makes me feel like the internet is the last Wild West the world has now. Anonymity, crime, sex, and other illegalities abound this place, and people with proverbial "gold fever" set up shop as spam producers, online dating services and poker games, online gaming, and all the other social and business endeavors people think of to use the internet to make $$$.

And in my opinion, most of those endeavors serve little or no purpose to me, other than to fuel my rage against other stupid people. If ya wanna play poker, play with friends, if ya wanna date, do to a frigging bar, if ya wanna play games......play WoW. :) Whoops.

I for one use the internet for what is best for me. A tool, to find information that makes me smarter, and makes me laugh. It also enables me to watch movies, play World of Warcraft (which is slowly turning into the crack-cocaine of internet users) and any other random task that I can use its wealth of data for. So eventually our government (yeah, the one ran by complete and total inbred morons) will create sanctions and laws for internet usage, ban certain sites, and crack down on 14 yr old music and movie downloaders. And then we will have lost the only place that people can practice all of their vices and sins in a place that can not create any harm, save harm to the people who are disgusted by some aspects of that vice. Now, stuff like kiddie porn and chat room predators should all be led into a room and gassed, but I am talking about the 45 yr old happily married guy that occasionally jerks it to his selected porn star online, the 14 yr old who almost wets himself watching a monkey fling poo at people as a video, and people like me who rant and rave about what they think is wrong with the world on their blog. There has been a lot of talk about blogs, that are political in nature, being regulated by political parties and the government. As soon as that starts, all the people like me who think Bush is a jackass and should never even ran for office will be sanctioned and most likely fined for their first amendment beliefs that our president is a tool, and our government is totally out of control. .....whew, how did l33tsp34k end up a politically charged rant? Ah well, its Tuesday, I feel like shit, and its always fun to type about how I don't trust the gov't Yup, I hear the black helicopters coming for me right now.

This was kind of a long one today. I'm not really in an anti-political mood, I just feel like shit, and I felt like dumping off some steam. Well thats it.

Yeah I thought this was pretty funny, but its been a long day. This pic came from my guild (Fueled By Ignorance) in WoW. We rock the box.

Dealt with losers and impatient, selfish fux whose "livelihood and business depend on this 1 computer" today. They have at least one more they can use at the office, and if the friggin RAM is out, its fucking BROKE. GET IT? I cant fix it with my mind, although to shut you up I would crush your skull with my thoughts if I could. If you live in bufu (or Grand Forks ND, where this precious bitch lived) It takes an HP support rep to drive 300 miles to get to your dumb ass. They don't just materialize when you need them. Wish people had patience. I hope the bear went for her face.


Finished reading the 2nd book in the Warcraft: War of the Ancients Trilogy. Thought these books would suck, considering they are based off of a game, but Richard A. Knaak is a writer from the Dragonlance sagas, and the books are PDG. Check em out, you might likem.

Well I am about to go home and grab bite, hopefully no bears will get me on the way home.

If they are anything like the Chicago Bears, I could walk right thru a line of 6 of them, and punch one in the face.
:(

Yep that sums it up. Keep the fools coming.

Drink: Black coffee from downstairs
Soundtrack: NIN - Only
Weapon of Choice: A quesadilla with chorizo. :/

//*begin post*//

Well, just another day in the paradise that I call the communications center, where people call in to tell me their problems, and I magically fix them with the power of my sexy voice, and wonderful intellect. Yeah, right, and my muffin is going to grow wings, and look like Eva Longoria. I have more chance of that happening then the next call not being some ignorant yayhoo.

Wow. Whadja know? While I was writing, an ignorant yayhoo called. And no Eva muffin. Oh well.

I am most likely moving to the city of Chicago in the coming months, and it is this job, the job that I thought was the culmination of 5 years of college, is why (I think), that when get to Chi, I am just going to take a shitty job waiting tables in some restaurant. Why? Because it is more interesting. At Sprint, yeah the hours sucked, I worked for an in-the-closet-lesbian-bitch-of-a-whore, the customers should all be lined up and shot, and trying to get my (wonderful) employees to do what I asked them to was like getting blood from a stone. But things were interesting, even though it was like hitting myself in the head with a hammer interesting. Enter the Comm Center. This job is just.....okay. Its not challenging, its pretty much like: Problem happens, either I know right away that I can fix it, or its something I have no business dealing with. No in-between, no learning, no real.....well...anything.

This puts me in an odd situation.

A typical human situation at that.

I got what I thought I wanted, only to find out that it may not have been what I wanted.

Well, sunnavabitch.

This is never a good conclusion. I now will spend a relatively large amount of time trying to figure out what I want to do, which I thought was wayyyyy over with. I am just thinking that maybe this really isn't for me. I know I am good with tech, I always have been. But I am getting drawn toward more low tech jobs, like something to do with nature, or animals. I don't even know. Like I needed anymore to think about. Well back to the grindstone.

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3 posts in one day!

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Greetings, citizen, please click HERE for state of current affairs in your country involving RFID.

Thank you, and have a pleasant, always monitored day.

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Yep. This blog is apparently so fucking popular it gets spam now. I hate people that make money by doing this. They should all be killed very slowly using a very blunt object.

Drink: Samuel Adams Oktoberfest. Yes, I am at work. So what? Wanna fight about it?
Soundtrack: Coldplay - White Shadows
Weapon of Choice: HP 4200tn Laser Printer

Yeah its gonna be a short one today, don't have much on my mind, but I gotta keep this updated. Decided to start brewing my own beer, should be a great time. Or I'll go blind by messing up the process. Got pretty drunk in front of some co-workers this weekend. Hopefully I didn't take off my clothing. Or maybe I hope I did. I hate dress slacks. And the Bears.

BTW, for those of you that are viewing this from the mental ward, the little italics up there are: Drink (What I am drinking now, or something that was worth typing about), Soundtrack (My favorite song that I like right now), and Weapon of Choice (what I am using to slowly kill my arch nemesis, myself, or passerbys with) Ok mates, savvy? Do we have an accord?

That's it.

Drink: More coffee plz.
Soundtrack: Nothing of Note.
Weapon of Choice: Very not soft knapkins.

Yeah so I feel like shit, mentally and physically. Stuffed up and trying to talk to people on the phone is an adventure of vocab karate usually punctuating sentences with "sniffffff", and beginning on the other side with "Wut?" Fun is had by all. S'posed to drop down to 45 deg. tonight, wow.

If I had a mood, I think my mood would be inconsolable. Or maybe just disappointed.

I don't even know how many people actually READ what I am writing. So are blogs supposed to be some sort of vent? I mean this "blogging" phenomenon has spread like syphilis in a Vegas whorehouse, but what purpose does it actually serve? I, for one, do not just go out and read random folks blogs. My friends are the only people that have this address, and they pretty much know how I feel about gov't, drugs, the internet, tech, and being uberl33t. So why do I waste my time and energy saying things that only I think a bunch of crazies are reading? So I actually went and looked at some random blogs, and some deviant art and found this amazing art blog, and so now I think, "Ok, I know tech and computers pretty damn well, but in art I am about as good as Picassos corpse." We all know he doesn't do very well in art anymore. So further down the disillusionment hole I fall. So why blogging? Why anything like this for that matter? I don't have many important, wonderful things to say, so should I just save it? I don't mean to sound depressive and cliche, but I just wish I had a skill like art to that I could say I was truly good at. I have a few close friends that are amazing at art, but I can see their rebuttal to my claim. They aren't good with computers. I guess thats why fire always seemed like magic to those that didn't know how to make fire. To those friends, I am Bill Gates, and to me, they are Vincent Van Gogh. But to the world, we are just more people doing things that have already been done. Wow. I am going to stop now, before more depressing crap comes out of my mouth.

Where's Dane Cook when I need him. I need a punch in the face.

Drink: Ice Water in a large plastic container.
Soundtrack: Thursday - Cross Out the Eyes
Weapon of Choice: Left Shoe.

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Man, people suprise me everyday in tech support. One minute you will have someone who seems to really know what they are doing. They listen intently, they are nice to you, and even have an intelligent conversation with you when you help them. Then there are others.....

The ones that get angry with you when they have to know press ctrl-alt-del to login now because "they never had to do it before" (imitaiting super whiny voice) Or that they "Have been having this problem FOREVER, and everyone in the office has tryied to fix it, so I don't know why I am calling you guys" That's always a good one. Another one is that they can't login and there must be something wrong with our systems, even though they are typing their password wrong. I thought this was support, not babysitting. Hmph.

Went and saw Serenity this past weekend, it totally rocked. Buy(or download) the first season, then go see the movie, then go buy a tshirt, and go home and start the series over. Yeah, its that good. There is talk of Joss Whedon starting the series over again on Sci-Fi, but who really knows.

Also, I recently reached level cap (60) in WoW. My mission to become l33t has just began, now comes the instance runs, of 3 hours a pop O.o Phat lootz, here I come.

Well that is about it, except, coming to a theater near you LAN DEATH 2005 will be taking place soon, so all you WoW and DoD:S players better buff up, reload, and prepare for disaster, cuz it coming. Ask not for whom the spell targets, or for whom the sniper aims. It is for you.
Really? YA RLY.

L8R! Comment away, especially you Jim, Homemade Projector LCD for teh WinZor!

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Drink: Beck's Dark.
Soundtrack: Placebo - Soulmates Never Die
Weapon of Choice: Phone cord. (Slow strangulation)

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It's one of those mediocre days out there today. Where time seems to pass noticeably slower than normal. Days like this just come and go usually, but being behind a desk during one of these days is a little worse than being out doing something, anything. I have a lot of people on both edges of this sword, that know how I feel. It is probably caused by the promise of the weekend looming overhead, that makes days like this seem to last all week.

Had dinner with .5 of the family last night, the moms came down to see me and the warden. It was cool, we talked about age, and all of the things that happen to a person as they grow older. The only quote that sprung to mind as she talked about health problems, AARP, and how things happen as you age, was" Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart." Quote is true though. That's what makes human life precious, the fact that it does end.

Still getting another commission check from my old job, so I can thumb my nose at Sprint now, those babbling fools. There is more incompetence in one store there, than a room full of greased up colobus monkeys trying to climb a pole for bananas. Pure stupidity does exist, and it breeds there. Well that is about it for the randomness on my mind. Comment if you will with any crap that comes to mind.

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Drink: DayQuil liquid.
Soundtrack: Underworld Live Disc.
Weapon of Choice: DayQuil liquid.

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Augh, drinking DayQuil, and having a slow or annoyning day is not very helpful to a person's sanity. I think I might actually be vibrating, especially after a cup of columbian supreme coffee. Weird. Also trying to read ANYTHING in this state is like trying to do difficult calculus problems while being stabbed with a small paperclip. Concentration is not my strong point at all this morning. EEk. Well my attention span is wayy too short to type, so thats it.

(formerly from MSN Spaces, those commies, so now you can comment.)

Drink: Ovaltine!!
Soundtrack: Brother by Dark New Day
Weapon of Choice: Schick razor (by the way my neck is, the razor won.)

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Anti-piracy. RIAA. MPAA. FCC. Angry artists crying that their music is being copied and they aren't making any money. How dire this situation is.

WTF.

If I read one more article on slashdot about artists whining about their music being copied, or how the MPAA loses jobs when movies are distributed, I am going to have to vomit on my workstation's monitor. Everyone has burned a cd they never owned, watched a cam / secondhand movie, and installed pirated software on their computer. Why? Because its free. Not only is it free, its cheaper then buying something thats not free. (I love my logic) That makes you a pirate, yarrr.

Imagine if you will, my fellow Blackbeards, Ashlee Simpson. Ok, after some of us calm down a bit, we all know she is a hit with the younger crowd, and also a sniper target of some of the older crowd. How many teenie boppers have actually BOUGHT her CD? I'd say that as much as they scream and cry when they see her new outfit, I highly doubt they like her enough to ask mom and pop for 20 bucks to buy her CD. They used a BitTorrent client or, heaven forbid a P2P client like -gasp- Kazaa. But those kids didn't buy her shit. And somehow, I don't see her begging in the street for change. I see her on the red carpet, getting out of her stretch H2, wearing Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, Louis Vuitton. Those purses cost more than my car payment. Trust me, she is doing fine with her advertising, music videos, and concerts. to live comfortably (and we know she does) for the rest of her life.

Piracy is a fact of life, period. It is kind of like spiders in your house. They are big, ugly and sometimes bite your ass, but you rarely see problem ones, and they actually clean your house for you, killing other insects like flies that spread disease. That may not be the best analogy, but in a nutshell, Pirates are needed in our society.

Look at computer viruses. They cause havoc in home and corporate computer networks all over the world. But here are two actual purposes they serve. Number 1: They make us more cautious about what we do with our machines. We backup more frequently, we check our anit-virus definitions, we read and hear about how to protect ourselves, making us SMARTER INDIVIDUALS, which I will come back to. Numero Dos: They provide jobs to companies like McAfee, Norton, Trend and others. WHAT?? WHAT IS THIS HERESY??!?! Ok, let me speak slower. Virus creater creates virus, releases into wild (i.e. the interweb O.o) Virus causes some havoc, anti-virus programmer catches virus, engineers a fix, therefore does his job, and now that fix is enabled on millions of host computers, therefore foiling our virus kiddie, making him hit the drawing boards for a new type of virus. He makes new virus, and releases, making it harder for super do-gooder anti-virus man to fix, so he needs help, maybe 1 more security expert, or algorithm writer, and after he finds them, they are hired, and they beat virus, making virus writers again go back to the drawing board. Thus is the circle of life created in nature all over the world. Species contracts disease, some die, some build resistance, those that build resistance live and procreate ---> NATURAL SELECTION. And I am all for this, because it breed strong, smart individuals on both sides. And it makes life interesting. So back to Johnny Depp, Legolas, and yummy Keira Knightly....

We, as the slightly computer adapted generation, have lived through seeing all the lawsuits that have arisen from "piracy". I will say, that piracy is a threat to some of the organizations of this country that are involved, with music, movies, and software. But, I believe we have placed wayyy to much energy into fighting piracy, when these efforts from our wonderful government firstly are not that effective, and secondly could be used more effectively in other areas. Yet another reason why our government is being run by children. And that is a whole other post. So if you ave something to say about this, or just want to yell at me, go ahead and post a comment. Until next time....

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Well kids, after a little sabbatical, a move, and a serious job change, Life:Revisited is finally back online. I know all my friends are going to be ecstatic about this one. This was a great vehicle to chat with friends who dont get to chat too often. I have had like 4 of these damn things, and this has been the best hosting site. MSN Spaces totally blows goats. Big angry goats that wield spears. Well I am actually going to be transferring one post over here, so more posts to come, and its good to be back.

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