[ life:revisited 2010 + 1 ]

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. :/

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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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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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